The Spanking Writers

As I waited in the reception area of a client’s office recently for an early meeting, I happened to glance out of the window. Across the street was a school playground, surrounded by a high mesh fence, and full of surprisingly well-behaved students in immaculate blue uniforms.

A supervisor monitored new arrivals. At 8.20 sharp, he reached for his keys and padlocked the only gate. Tardy new arrivals continued to drift up, but the entrance remained firmly locked in their faces.

Doubtless there’d be letters home and detentions to serve. Apart, perhaps, for the one girl who tried to climb the fence, aided and abetted by three of her friends in the playground.

The supervisor would catch them: they’d be hauled up to wait outside the Headmaster’s study. He’d call in the three ‘insiders’ first: young ladies should understand the importance of upholding school rules, not aiding those who would seek to undermine them. Two sharp strokes each would teach them the error of their ways.

They’d be sent on their way to their classroom.
Their fence-climbing friend would, by now, be in no doubt as to her fate, having heard whacks and yelps as she waited outside the office, having seen solemn faces and clutched bottoms as her punished friends passed her by.

There was her late arrival: not for the first time this term, and thus incurring a standard two strokes. And there was her attempt to break into school premises: “quite disgraceful behaviour”, as the Head would describe it: “Dangerous and dishonest conduct cannot fail to result in the most severe punishment.”

Five strokes in total, came the judgment, “as I am minded to err on the side of leniency since this is your first visit to my study.” Like her friends, inflicted on the bare as she touched her toes. Unlike her friends, administered with the *senior* cane and a short run-up. And equally unlike her friends, attracting an extra stripe for failing to hold her position after one particularly excruciating whack.