I Got The Slipper At School
My first taste of the slipper at school was at junior school when I had just turned 10 (at the very end of the 3rd year). This was for the heinous crime of talking in class, when the teacher had been out of the room! The class snitch told on me, but he got his just deserts later! I was frogmarched to the headmaster, where I was told off for my 'appalling' behaviour and told I was to be slippered for it. You would have thought I'd stolen the crown jewels and murdered the queen, the way he went on!
He opened a drawer in his desk and took out a white plimsole, and I was told to bend over and put my hands on the seat of a chair which he put to the side of his desk. I felt the slipper tapping on my backside and then it hit with a dull thud.
Being used to being slippered at home on my bare bum I thought this would be easy - I mean, I still had my pants and trousers on! How wrong I was!! I was holding onto the sides of the seat for dear life, to stop me standing up. I don't know how the headmaster would have reacted to me standing up, but my dad didn't like any interruptions! 2 further sound thuds later and my bottom was on fire. The sting with each stroke was worse than my dad's slipper, and the cumulative effect after 3 was as bad as double from my dad.
I stood up and rubbed my bum with both hands and looked at the floor with watering eyes. I had not cried, or shouted out (much) but it wasn't a very pleasant experience - which was made considerably worse by a second dose at home, comprising 6 smacks!
I was to get 4 further slipperings at junior school, and another 7 or 8 at secondary school.
The worst at junior school was due to me being unable to keep my mouth closed for longer than 10 seconds! This was my main problem, I was far too talkative and when I got bored during the daily morning assembly, I started talking to the lad next to me. I was shushed at twice by one of the teachers, but the headmaster heard and made a big deal about it by screaming across the hall at me and warning me to be quiet! He really did make himself look quite a fool!
My big mistake was telling this to the lad beside me - in the middle of prayers! "YOU BOY. GET OUT AND WAIT OUTSIDE MY OFFICE" His face was beyond beetroot, but so was mine as I walked out with everyone watching me!
The next few minutes felt like a lifetime while I waited for him, as I stood alone in the corridor, outside his office. I was more annoyed at myself for being so stupid and getting caught, and I knew what my fate was going to be - I wasn't going to be sitting very comfortably for a few hours.
Sure enough, a short while later the headmaster walked past me, without even acknowledging my presence, and opened the door, barking at me to get inside. Once inside, I took up the usual position in front of his desk. I didn't even have to be told, because this was starting to become a habit. I got the usual lecture about respect this, disgusting that, stupid the other etc etc, before he took his plimsole out of the desk drawer.
I had known all along there was a very good chance this was what was going to happen, but I wasn't expecting to be told to bend over the desk. I had always gone over the chair, hands on the seat. I stepped forward and leaned forwards, only to feel a hand in between my shoulder blades pushing my chest flat onto the desk.
I felt that slipper tapping several times on my bum before the first thud of the slipper landing on my backside. The force pushed me forwards into the desk and it hurt a lot more than I'd ever experienced before. He waited several seconds while the fires were ignited on my skin, before 'thud'! Again, I was pushed forwards and I let out a yelp. This was repeated a further 4 times, with the stinging reaching previously unknown and indescribable levels, and my reactions getting louder with each one. I'm not ashamed to admit there was plenty of tears, crying and bubbles coming out of my nose! However, as soon as I was let up I was jumping up and down on the spot, with both hands clasped to my burning bum!
My trip across my dad's knees that evening was NOT very nice at all. 12 of his slipper on my still stinging bare bottom. I realised after that, the human body can produce endless amounts of tears and snot in a day!
He opened a drawer in his desk and took out a white plimsole, and I was told to bend over and put my hands on the seat of a chair which he put to the side of his desk. I felt the slipper tapping on my backside and then it hit with a dull thud.
Being used to being slippered at home on my bare bum I thought this would be easy - I mean, I still had my pants and trousers on! How wrong I was!! I was holding onto the sides of the seat for dear life, to stop me standing up. I don't know how the headmaster would have reacted to me standing up, but my dad didn't like any interruptions! 2 further sound thuds later and my bottom was on fire. The sting with each stroke was worse than my dad's slipper, and the cumulative effect after 3 was as bad as double from my dad.
I stood up and rubbed my bum with both hands and looked at the floor with watering eyes. I had not cried, or shouted out (much) but it wasn't a very pleasant experience - which was made considerably worse by a second dose at home, comprising 6 smacks!
I was to get 4 further slipperings at junior school, and another 7 or 8 at secondary school.
The worst at junior school was due to me being unable to keep my mouth closed for longer than 10 seconds! This was my main problem, I was far too talkative and when I got bored during the daily morning assembly, I started talking to the lad next to me. I was shushed at twice by one of the teachers, but the headmaster heard and made a big deal about it by screaming across the hall at me and warning me to be quiet! He really did make himself look quite a fool!
My big mistake was telling this to the lad beside me - in the middle of prayers! "YOU BOY. GET OUT AND WAIT OUTSIDE MY OFFICE" His face was beyond beetroot, but so was mine as I walked out with everyone watching me!
The next few minutes felt like a lifetime while I waited for him, as I stood alone in the corridor, outside his office. I was more annoyed at myself for being so stupid and getting caught, and I knew what my fate was going to be - I wasn't going to be sitting very comfortably for a few hours.
Sure enough, a short while later the headmaster walked past me, without even acknowledging my presence, and opened the door, barking at me to get inside. Once inside, I took up the usual position in front of his desk. I didn't even have to be told, because this was starting to become a habit. I got the usual lecture about respect this, disgusting that, stupid the other etc etc, before he took his plimsole out of the desk drawer.
I had known all along there was a very good chance this was what was going to happen, but I wasn't expecting to be told to bend over the desk. I had always gone over the chair, hands on the seat. I stepped forward and leaned forwards, only to feel a hand in between my shoulder blades pushing my chest flat onto the desk.
I felt that slipper tapping several times on my bum before the first thud of the slipper landing on my backside. The force pushed me forwards into the desk and it hurt a lot more than I'd ever experienced before. He waited several seconds while the fires were ignited on my skin, before 'thud'! Again, I was pushed forwards and I let out a yelp. This was repeated a further 4 times, with the stinging reaching previously unknown and indescribable levels, and my reactions getting louder with each one. I'm not ashamed to admit there was plenty of tears, crying and bubbles coming out of my nose! However, as soon as I was let up I was jumping up and down on the spot, with both hands clasped to my burning bum!
My trip across my dad's knees that evening was NOT very nice at all. 12 of his slipper on my still stinging bare bottom. I realised after that, the human body can produce endless amounts of tears and snot in a day!
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