“Great. You’re doing really well, Ronan. Have you decided yet if you want to come and train here with me full-time after you leave school in the summer?” I’d been thinking about this for some weeks now. Throughout the past couple of years I’d worked for Brian most weekends, ...
“Jonas’ father and I agree that you should both be very soundly beaten for your folly. Drinking and driving is disgraceful; the car has been damaged, although not too seriously; and there has been considerable damage done to the hedge round the nursery-school’s play-park and also to th...
bare bottom for you.” “What! But you can’t cane me! Brian, he can’t caneme……..can he?” “You’re capable of a very high standard of work,” Brian, “and if Sam thinks he can ensure that you do it consistently by caning you if you fall short, that seems reasonable...
been the case. “No. I hoped you wouldn’t find out so that Ididn’t get caned again,” he admitted. Uncle George had a slender, whippy cane which his father had used on him and his brother (Nathan’s father) when they were boys. George had used it effectively on Nathan ...
“Oh there you are, Robert. Now just look at this. My dear old friend Nigel has given me indefinite loan of this school cane. Wasn’t that kind and thoughtful of him?” I stared at the cane. It was long and whippy, with one of those funny shepherd’s crook handles. I decided to...
On the Saturday morning, Dennis reported to the office for his performance assessment. Headmaster, Mr Victor Timpson, cut an imposing figure in his distinguished tweeds. Dennis gazed at him with admiration, bordering on affection. Just then, however, the junior master noticed the whippy punishment...
“Gordon,” called the sales-assistant, “would you bring out the range of canes, please?” “Please, dad, don’t do this to me. If you really want to buy a cane, at least let me go somewhere else.” “You stay right there, my lad.” ...
“Why did you buy it so soon?” I asked. “It’s gonna be a couple of months before you can use it.” “I need to get the hang of how to cane properly,” he informed me. “There’s an art in it, Garry. Remember how that French teacher, Bong, used to do a huge swing; ...
rummaged through the trunk, finding leather punishment straps, several whippycanes and grubby old plimsolls and slippers. Ouch! There were also two pairs of grey shorts, a school tie and a cap. Alsoa peashooter and a catapult. It looked like Uncle Bill put a lot of effortinto playing ...