Out on the town (a scene)
Posted on 11 September, 2013
A second school scene in Vegas was also quite marvellous. Emma Jane disappeared off to Indy’s room to plot, and then called me. “I’m Beth; Indy’s Ellie. We’re on a school trip to Vegas. We were caught coming back into the hotel late last night carrying drinks bottles, in a debatable state of repair, and we missed the educational film that we were supposed to watch. Neither of us have ever been caned before… and both of us are pretty sore!”
They knocked, and I opened the door sharply. “Come in: stand in front of the table.”
I sat down, looking up at them. They seemed slightly taken aback by my non-nonsense tone. “How are your heads this morning?”
They glanced at each other. “Fine, sir,” came the chorus.
“Then you must be more used to drinking than I feared.”
“We weren’t drinking, sir…”
“Don’t take me for a fool. And don’t get yourselves into even more trouble by lying. The glasses you had in your hand when you returned smelled of alcohol, as did your breath. You were both clearly inebriated.”
The carefully-planned excuses duly followed: “But we didn’t realise it was alcoholic, sir…” “Everyone on the street was drinking them…” “They had strawberry, lemon, melon…”
“This is not a matter for discussion. You had clearly been drinking. And you know that is not allowed. Now, onto the other matter: which part of ‘you must without exception be back in the hotel by 7pm’ wasn’t clear to you?”
“We got confused about the time, sir…” “Ellie’s aunt lives in Vegas, sir…” “We were at her house, sir…” “And then we went to church, sir…” “Yes, sir: to a chapel with Elvis in it…”
“I’m not asking for excuses, or a description of what you got up to. The only thing we need to discuss is that you weren’t back by the time you were supposed to be.”
They fell silent, defeated, glancing nervously at one another. I continued. “Now, tell me, what’s the drinking age in the US?” I looked at Ellie for her local knowledge: “21, sir.” Beth nodded too.
“I’m glad you know that, so that you realise that you were breaking the law. But actually, it’s not really a relevant question, is it? Because irrespective of the legalities, you both knew full well that drinking on a school trip is completely unacceptable.”
Heads bowed now: their apologies in unison.
“You’re both going to be caned. The only issue is how many strokes… Have you been caned before?”
Panicked look: “No, sir…”
“Right. Well each of these matters on their own would clearly merit six strokes, but as you’ve not previously been in such trouble, I will be kind and reduce the total to eight.” I looked at Ellie first: “As you’re from the States, I would have expected you to set a better example in your country.” And then t Beth: “And I’m just especially surprised by and disappointed in you.”
Ellie: Please sir, will you tell our parents?
“No, but will tell the other girls that I have set an example of you.”
“Please, sir, no…”
“It’s your choice. We can go ahead now, or I can mention it to the Headmaster on our return, and he will doubtless cane you both in the first assembly of term. And then have no doubt that your parents will be told.”
Sideways glances at one another. A request for me to proceed. I fetched the cane from where it was leaning in a corner of the room.
“Now, Ellie, I’d like to you come over here. Beth: go and face the wall.”
I duly instructed Ellie in the formalities of the process: to lift her skirt, to lower her panties, to bend over and to count each stroke in turn. And I administered the first strokes. She counted, quietly but confidently.
Half-way through, I noticed that Beth – facing the wall as instructed – was already in tears. By the time they swapped, she was distraught. Her counting was almost too quiet, too ashamed, to be audible.
And half-way through Beth’s punishment, I noticed Ellie looking around: “If you don’t face the wall like you were told, I will bring you back for two extra strokes, and will add two to Beth’s total too…” The rest of the caning continued, the punished girl in floods of tears.
The beatings complete, I had the two sorry girls stand in front of my once more. “Do you have anything to say?” “Sorry, sir,” came their inevitable replies – and I genuinely believed that they were.
“I will tell the other girls during our lunchtime meeting today, so they can learn from your example. But now I’d like you to go back to or rooms, wash your faces, then re-join the others in the group.” And with that they set off on their sorry way back into the corridor – and then straight back into the room for big hugs.