Jabs 5

By Verity

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This continues the story of Adrian Chopleigh, a fortunate boy whose summer holiday consisted of a long visit to tropical Africa, where his father was a district administrator. Before he could go, Adrian had needed some vaccinations, including regular inspection for allergic rashes, which unfortunately meant some naked embarrassments for the twelve-year-old boy.

But this was all behind Adrian now, and on the visit he would rejoin his cousin and great friend Ziz, a boy of a similar age whom he had met during the previous year when Ziz had visited England. The boy’s mother, Mrs Hasty, ran the African village school.

Ziz, blond and attractive but mischievous, was a friend after Adrian’s own heart, and many
were the adventures, and misadventures, that they had shared on the previous meeting.

There was just one minus point, though not a serious one. By way of providing local encouragement, the two English boys were expected to spend at least some time in the schoolroom each day. They were able to bring in their own work, as both had been given holiday tasks, so they worked on these, or at least pretended to.

In those days, there were only boys in the African school. They started school around the age of eight, and had left by 15, either to go to college or start work. All were taught together in a large classroom.

Mrs Hasty, who was in charge for most of the time, ran a ‘tight ship’, and tolerated no misbehaviour. If any boy gave trouble, he was briskly turned over Mrs Hasty’s knee, his brief khaki shorts (normally all he was wearing) were pulled down, then the teacher applied a fusillade of extremely hard smacks to his wriggling bare bottom, while the naughty culprit yelled blue murder at the other end.

The classroom, in the warm climate, was open on two sides, and passing locals watched the ‘English spankings’ with great interest and approval. Ironically, perhaps, the two English boys were the only members of the class not subject to this iron regime; for them as for the villagers, the spankings were simply mild entertainments that could enliven a dull day.

It was after perhaps two weeks that Adrian, coming back from a local errand, heard as he neared the school the familiar SMACK-SMACK-SMACK of a hand on a bare bottom, accompanied by the loud yelling of the culprit. This time it came from the common room, an area where the staff mingled with parents, children, and various droppers-in. Going in, Adrian gulped. The unfortunate boy being spanked was his cousin Ziz! Tummy-down over Mrs Hasty’s knee, pants round his ankles and the rest of his clothes pulled up under his armpits, Adrian’s cousin was screaming and kicking in front of everybody as his mother vigorously tanned his madly bouncing bottom, gradually turning it bright red all over.

‘SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK- SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK SMACK-SMACK....’

Adrian learned later that Ziz had been stirring up mischief in the classroom among the other boys, that a desk had been turned over, and a large bottle of ink spilt.

At last Ziz was released and, in an instant, on the wooden floor, was dancing from one foot to another, still bawling shamelessly and desperately rubbing his burning rear. The youngster’s clothes were still held high to cool his spanked bottom, and there were grins at the spectacle of everything bobbing up and down wildly in front as he leapt and danced, especially when in front he began to rise slowly upwards, then in a moment or two stood almost vertical.

Mrs Hasty noticed it, pulled Ziz over to her, sat down, and swiftly peeled the rest of his clothes off completely, including his socks and shoes. Then, with the naked youngster held sideways between her knees, Mrs Hasty reached down, took a firm grasp, and started working briskly and diligently.

At first Ziz was almost silent, face flushed and set, eyes downcast. But after only a few moments he began to oh-oh-oh and gasp, then burst out, ‘Yes, yes, YES! YES! I’m coming, I’M COMING, I’M COMING!!’ An instant later he screamed and convulsed, feet running on the floor, then slowly relaxed, after which Mrs Hasty carefully wiped him down with a tissue. She gathered up Ziz’s clothes and put them in a carrier bag, then she walked the 13-year-old, still nude and red-bottomed, back to their house.

Afterwards Ziz made light of the affair, and Adrian learned that it was not the first time he had been spanked in school. More worrying, Adrian’s mother asked that, if Adrian misbehaved in class, he too should be soundly spanked on his bare bottom, and Mrs Hasty readily agreed.

But, before anything of the kind could happen, a major forthcoming event took everyone’s attention. For the first time, the school was to have an official government inspection. The chief inspector of the British administration, Mrs Thundelbird, was to visit in a week’s time, and on the visit would depend the school’s future status, funding, and perhaps its very existence.

Needless to say, Mrs Hasty was full of dire warnings about behaviour, appearance, politeness, tidiness and the like. Among all these, one issue in particular reared its head, as it had many times before. In a hot country, the school ‘uniform’ of a simple pair of khaki shorts was quite adequate. In fact, the village boys were usually naked, but Mrs Hasty always insisted that shorts be worn to school. Any boy arriving without shorts would very soon be on his way home again to fetch them, invariably crying and rubbing a hot bottom.

Some of the European staff felt that Mrs Hasty had the shorts issue out of proportion, but to her they were a symbol of what made the school ‘respectable’, setting it apart from the ‘jungle’. Therefore fierce and terrible were the warnings of what would happen to any boy who appeared on The Day without his ‘uniform’.

The inspection began well. Mrs Thundelbird seemed very favourably impressed by all that she saw, and by the answers that the boys gave to her questions. Then, just as she was about to leave, two local pupils burst in, very late and quite naked. They were full of excuses about having to work on their father’s farm and not having time to go home for their shorts. But Mrs Hasty’s face was red with fury. Angrily she told the two youngsters to go back immediately for their shorts, adding, ‘And after I have dealt with you, neither of you will be sitting down for some time to come.’

But Mrs Thundelbird stopped the pair on the way out, and said, ‘Mrs Hasty, perhaps we are a little quick to impose our Western standards on local people. The children are usually naked, aren’t they?’

‘Yes, but just when they are outside and playing.’

‘Well, let’s see that THEY want,’ said Mrs Thundelbird. She asked the class, ‘How many of you would prefer to be naked in school?’

Every hand went up! The two English boys were the only exception. Not feeling themselves truly part of the class, they didn’t vote.

‘You see, Mrs Hasty.’ Mrs Thundelbird turned to the teacher. ‘Perhaps we should take heed, don’t you think?’

‘Very well,’ snapped Mrs Hasty. It was clear that she was seriously put out. She said crossly to the class, ‘All right, you heard the Inspector. All of you leave your pants up at the front. You can collect them when it’s time to go home.’

Then she rounded on Ziz and Adrian. ‘And what are you two grinning about? You can both get all your clothes off as well, and leave them up at the front like the others.’

Horrified, both boys flatly refused to be naked in front of the class and the two women. But, with Mrs Hasty in her current mood, this was a big mistake. In almost no time, the two youngsters found themselves turned side by side across the front of Mrs Hasty’s desk, pants pulled down and the rest of their clothes hoisted high, while the teacher vigorously smacked from one squirming bare bottom to another, and the Inspector watched approvingly.

‘You – will – do – what – you – are – told, scolded Mrs Hasty furiously between smacks. ‘And – I’m – going – to – go – on – spanking – you – both – until – ’

‘Yes, Mum, yes, Mum – YES, YES!!’ yelled Ziz as his bottom began to burn, and in due course both youngsters were released, crying and rubbing.

The rest of the afternoon was distinctly uncomfortable for them both, seated with stinging bare bottom-skin on the wooden benches. And, at the end of lessons, Mrs Hasty refused to give Adrian and Ziz their clothes back. ‘This is your school uniform now,’ she said emphatically, looking the two naked schoolboys up and down. ‘This is how you will be in class and, like all the other boys, how you will come and go from school.’

So both had to run home nude, faces red as well as bottoms.

At home, the new school regime was considered a great joke, and Adrian unfortunately came in for a good deal of teasing. Often, when groups of visitors came in, Mrs Hasty made Adrian come in and to show off his ‘new school uniform’. Nude and blushing, he had to turn this way and that, amid smiles and chuckles as everyone saw the joke, for his ‘uniform’ to be admired.

Also it was usually Adrian and Ziz who, because of their good English and politeness, had to show groups of visitors round the school. Mrs Hasty always explained first to the visitors that all the schoolboys were naked, and that this included the white boys (Adrian and Ziz together with two other young European boys), so that they would not be set apart from the native children. She would ask the visitors if they minded, but nobody did!

The two English boys thought that nobody asked whether THEY minded, but didn’t dare to say so aloud.

All embarrassing enough, and it seemed it couldn’t get worse, but it did.

When visitors came to the school, Mrs Hasty arranged if possible that they should see at least one spanking, since she made a great virtue of her old-fashioned discipline, and indeed was much admired for it. But on one unhappy day, it was the turn of both Adrian and Ziz, who had been fooling around in their class, to be spanked. So a group of visitors were greatly edified by the spectacle of the two naughty English boys wriggling and kicking nude over the knees of two of the local assistant teachers, having their bottoms soundly reddened. And, straight after it, crying and rubbing, they had to continue with the visitors’ tour as before.

Adrian’s father, the district administrator, was generally too busy to concern himself with events at the school, but he did remark dryly that, if Adrian had wanted to experience life as an African native, he could not have done better.

As for the school, it continued to receive top rankings for teaching and discipline, and to this Adrian and Ziz had doubtless contributed, though not entirely by choice. Is the school still there, and are its customs still the same? Who can tell?

(The End)