In Those Days

By Verity

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‘Three cheers for the School!’ St Luke’s Middle School was set in a leafy part of Surrey, England, on the edge of the large county town of Cranleigh. It was a boarding school for boys, rather expensive; the English classification of ‘middle school’ meant that a boy would move there around his 11th year, then proceed to a senior school or college around age 15.

At St Luke’s the highest quality of education was a priority, but the school also set considerable value on health, with an exercise programme, a carefully balanced diet and vitamin and mineral supplements so that the boys were as far as possible illness-free, with well-shaped bodies and clear skin, free from spots or rashes.

The school encouraged family visits, on weekends and at open days and, because of the school’s pride in the pupils’ health and appearance, the family would usually be asked if, during their visit, they wanted to see the boy naked.

Most would agree, and, in the visiting room, the nude youngster would be made to turn this way and that, then to stand on a scale to be weighed and measured.

Many of the boys were rather shy and pink-cheeked about this process, especially as the family group would often include younger children, or sisters, but they were briskly told not to be ‘silly’. Yet for some it was an ordeal, and they would be crying when bare in front of everybody. But they received little sympathy, and the boys generally took this aspect of the visits in good part.

Penni Snooks, the attractive daughter of a village doctor, had just finished her nursing training when she saw an advertisement for assistant matron in St Luke’s. She knew nothing about the school, though it wasn’t far from where she lived, but the pay was good, and it looked like an interesting alternative to the standard hospital career that had been mapped out for her.

She applied, was accepted for a trial period, and made a few visits to the school before her period of employment began. She was most impressed by the neat, polite boys in their smart uniforms, and also greatly took to the motherly, down-to-earth matron, who would be her immediate ‘boss’.

Now, this was in the day when, with no ifs or buts, boys who were naughty were spanked, and soundly spanked. Where schoolboys were concerned, indeed, their parents expected it.

In her talks with Penni, the Matron said, ‘Now, we try to give the boys the best and happiest possible experience here, but, well, boys will be boys, and sometimes they have to be given a ‘bit of the necessary’.’

It was Matron’s task, in fact, to administer ‘the necessary’. A boy who misbehaved would be sent to her with a note, informing her what he had done.

Very occasionally the culprit might get off with a warning. Otherwise the punishment was traditional, as was everything in St Luke’s. The naughty boy’s pants were taken down, then he was turned over Matron’s knee and soundly spanked with an open palm on his bare bottom. The number of smacks, of course, and their hardness, depended on what his misdeed had been.

Matron briefly explained all this, and added that she would want Penni, as part of her duties, to help her with this aspect of the boys’ care.’

‘You mean..I would spank them?’

‘Sometimes, yes.’

Penni was doubtful. ‘Am I not rather too much of a ‘new girl’ for that?’ Wouldn’t such punishments, she asked, come more appropriately from the motherly and middle-aged matron? (She didn’t, of course, put it quite like that).

The matron said, however, that she felt it would be an extra disgrace for the boy culprit if such a shameful punishment were given by a young girl. (She thought ‘young and pretty’, though she also kept her thoughts to herself).

But Penni still had doubts about how she would manage with applying discipline. At home, that evening, she told her family all about her chats with the matron, also about the spankings.

‘Blimey, I’m glad I don’t go to that school,’ said her brother Riz, who was going on thirteen.

‘Don’t say ‘blimey’’, said his mother sharply. ‘Frankly, I’m sorry you don’t. They wouldn’t let you speak like that, for one thing.’

Penni grinned, then said to her brother, ‘You may not go to that school, which is a pity, but perhaps I could practice on you!’

‘Practice what?’

‘Spanking.’

‘WHAT?’

‘A good idea!’ said his mother.

‘Absolutely not!’ said the boy in horror. ‘PENNI spanking ME!!’

‘Come on, said Penni, ‘Help me out. I won’t give you a ‘real’ spanking. I promise.’

‘NO!’

Their mother took a hand. In a quiet, measured she asked, ‘Riz, I am sure you would want to help your sister. WOULDN’T YOU?’

The boy gulped. He knew that tone of his mother’s. And he knew that glint in her eye.

Mrs Snooks went on, ‘Riz, in the part few weeks I’ve noticed you getting increasingly disobedient and defiant. Also, your language has not been all I would desire. On top of this, if you persist in creating these difficulties with Penni, it will be clear to me that what you truly need is a RED-HOT BOTTOM, right here and now, and with Penni watching, and that’s what I’m going to give you.. Is that what you want? Or are you going to do as we ask you?’

Mrs Snooks began purposefully to roll up her right sleeve, and the unfortunate young schoolboy saw that he had no choice. The first ‘practice session’ followed shortly later, and set the general pattern for those that came later.

Penni, sitting down and putting on a severe expression, said in stern tones, ‘Boris Snooks, you have been a VERY BAD boy indeed, and I’m afraid I now have to give you a sound spanking on your BARE BOTTOM! Come here immediately!’

But Riz, his feet scuffing the floor, went across with great reluctance, already feeling goose-pimples of embarrassment at the thought of his sister taking his pants down.

Penni had no such hesitation. Pulling Riz close, she briskly unfastened her young brother’s school trousers and skinned them to his ankles, then his underpants. In another moment she had hoisted the rest of his clothes high, pushing them right up under his armpits, then pulled the deeply mortified youngster tummy-down across her knees, bare wriggling bottom upturned.

SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...

Penni’s palm landed with only the lightest of slaps, but, to make matters realistic, Riz was ordered to writhe and squrim madly, twist his bottom from side to side and frantically kick his legs, meanwhile howling and yelling at the other end.

He was shy to do all this, but he was again warned that otherwise Penni would land ‘real’ smack, and hard ones.

‘THAT would make your bottom bounce!’ said his mother tartly.

Also, Riz didn’t want other family members to watch, but of course they did, as these ‘practice sessions’ gave them considerable amusement. They got even more on the occasion when Penni, in an especially stern voice, said, ‘Boris, as you have been exceptionally naughty, I’m afraid that this time I am going to strip you COMPLETELY BARE for your spanking!

Riz was even less keen this time, but, beginning with his socks and shoes, Penni very briskly took off every stitch of her thirteen-year-old brother’s clothes, and in a moment or two he was again squirming tummy-down over Penni’s knees, his unfortunate bottom awaiting her attentions. As always, the ‘spanking’ was a light affair, but after the spanking, Penni made Riz stand with his face to the wall for several minutes and then, while he was still naked, she walked him upstairs for a thorough bath. Penni might have see to the boys’ baths at the school, their mother said.

But Riz wasn’t at all keen on having Penni bath him. Indeed, from the bathroom, in due course, came the sound of a dozen or so ‘real’ bottom-smacks, vigorously applied, accompanied by loud yells. For the second time that day, young Riz had had to go across his sister’s knee. Their mother called upstairs to ask whether Penni wanted the strap, but there was no further trouble!

In the event, Penni did not have to administer a great number of spankings at the school, as the boys were well-behaved, and most culprits accepted their punishment without fuss or struggling. Most cried as their bottom-cheeks turned rosy-red, but Matron always said that the main point of spanking a boy’s bare bottom was to make him cry, as the spanking did no good otherwise. Sometimes, if the culprit’s bottom was not sufficiently red, or he was not crying enough, she would urge Penni to greater efforts.

And Penni in due course became involved in all aspects of the school life, including the gym classes. Here again the school’s no-nonsense philosophy sometimes became evident. After their class, the boys had to leave all their clothes and towels in the changing-room, then run naked across a wide grassy area to the shower block at the far end, and back again in several minutes to get dried and dressed.

As the school was on the edge of town, passers-by often used to pause and smile to see the groups of nude youngsters running to and fro across the grass. Boys of course ran as fast as possible. But occasionally someone, a parent or other family member perhaps, would want to say something to one of the boys, and would call him over. So the youngster had to stand by the side of the road, bare and blushing, while the conversation ran its course.

Riz had a friend at the school, and knew a lot about it. ‘Just think,’ he said, ‘If you were a boy at the school, the whole town would see you bare!’

‘They’ll see you too,’ said his mother.

‘ME?’

‘Oh yes. ‘And Mrs Snooks explained how she had found that the school offered greatly reduced fees to the families of staff members, and that she had just enrolled Riz.

‘You start next term,’ she said. ‘So you’d better get used to it!’

(The End)