After the disclosure that Cynthia’s mum wanted to meet David, both of the youngsters were anxious to get the ordeal over and done with. Both agreed that the best thing to do would be for David to come over for tea next Sunday afternoon. This was arranged and David got on his bike and pedalled over to Cynthia’s. He parked his bike by the front door of the house, which was actually on the side and nervously knocked on the door. A smiling Cynthia opened the door and invited David in. She was wearing a flared dress with net petticoats and her hair was beautifully set. He just looked at her in amazement; the perfect English rose. After giving his hand a squeeze, she took him through to the lounge where Mrs Reynolds was seated.
“So you are David, I recognize you instantly from the little boy that used to come to my house.”
“Hello Mrs Reynolds,” said David. She was little changed from when he used to go her house and she looked just as terrifying now as she did then. He was always scared of her.
“Sit down.”
Cynthia ushered David to the settee and sat down beside him.
“He’s grown up hasn’t he mum?” said Cynthia, hoping to influence her mum’s thinking about her having a boyfriend.
“I can see that,” replied her mum. “But has he grown up into a sensible boy?”
“Course he has mum,” said Cynthia.
“Well, we shall see,” said Mrs Reynolds, eyeing David up and down.
The conversation continued awkwardly, David trying his best to say what Mrs Reynolds wanted to hear, or at least what he thought she wanted to hear. Tea was taken and then Mrs Reynolds indicated it was time for David to go. During tea, David had made furtive glances around the room wondering if he would see the cane that Mrs Reynolds used, but to no avail. Cynthia saw him to the door, gave his hand another squeeze, her heart racing with excitement. David set off on his bike, wondering if he had made a good impression. Cynthia returned to the lounge and began clearing the crockery. She didn’t dare ask what her mother thought in case she got a negative answer. Over the washing up Mrs Reynolds spoke.
“He seems to have turned into a sensible boy.”
“Yes mum, he is.”
“Provided he doesn’t change you may continue to see him,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh mum, thank you, thank you,” cried Cynthia, putting the tea towel down and giving her mum a big hug.
“Now don’t you go getting over excited,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
“But it’s my first boyfriend,” retorted Cynthia. “You must have been excited when you had yours.”
“Yes I was.” Replied her mother with a benevolent smile.
That night Cynthia found it difficult to sleep, she kept waking up and thinking about David.
David had a similar experience, only his was anxiety as to whether he had been accepted. He couldn’t wait to meet Cynthia at school on Monday morning. He was first to the place where they met to walk to school together. Finally, he saw Cynthia turn the corner and walk towards him. His heart started beating fast and he kept sidestepping from one foot to the other in excitement. As she got close, he saw Cynthia smiling; surely, the answer must be yes.
“Well, what did she say?” he asked as he joined her.
“She said yes,” said Cynthia excitedly. “We’re now boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Fantastic,” replied David.
“Come on, let’s get to school,” said Cynthia, grabbing David by the hand and dragging him off.
A little further on David suddenly realised what they were doing and let go of Cynthia’s hand. Alas, it was too late; a teacher, passing by in his car, had spotted them. It was very much against the rules for boys and girls to hold hands in the street.
“Cynthia Reynolds and David Ransome, see me in first break,” announced Mrs Roxbrough, their Form Mistress.
They looked across at each other, wondering what this was about.
Break time came and the pair went to their form room to find Mrs Roxbrough seated at her desk.
“What do you think this is all about?” asked Cynthia.
“Not sure, but I’ve got an idea,” replied David.
“Oh tell me, David, pleeeaase?”
“We might have been seen holding hands this morning,”
“Oh no, I didn’t realise I was doing it, we were only doing it for short time.”
“Makes no difference, if we were seen, we’re in trouble,” said David gloomily.
“But why do I keep getting into trouble, “ cried Cynthia plaintively.
They reached the classroom door and went in.
“You wanted to see us Miss?” said David.
“Ah yes, the two love birds,” said Mrs Roxbrough.
“Sorry Miss?” queried David.
“You know very well what I’m talking about, please don’t deny it,”
“But we don’t know Miss,” protested Cynthia.
Mrs Roxbrough sighed.
“Mr Chatterton saw you two holding hands on the way to school this morning.”
“Oh, that,” said David.
“We didn’t realise we were doing it Miss, we stopped as soon as we did,” pleaded Cynthia.
“And I’m expected to believe that am I?” said Mrs Roxbrough.
“It is the truth Miss,” added David seriously.
“Truth or not, you have broken school rules, and a serious one at that, you know how strongly the head feels about this,” said Mrs Roxbrough.
“We’re really sorry and we’ll be more careful in future Miss,” said David.
“You certainly will after I’ve punished you,” said Mrs Roxbrough. “Cynthia, you will go to Mrs Harden and you will return with the cane and the book.”
Cynthia gave a gasp and looked wistfully at David.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Cynthia turned and left the room. She made her way to the secretary’s office and asked for the cane and book. Mrs Harden handed them over with a knowing smile. Cynthia, heart pounding, mouth dry, walked back down the corridors trying hard to conceal what she was carrying. It was little use, girls giggled or just looked; boys gave gloating looks, one or two even commented. Dying from embarrassment, Cynthia arrived back at the classroom to find David waiting outside. She gave him a puzzled look.
“She’s told me to wait here, you must be first,” said David.
Cynthia was so nervous she could hardly put one foot in front of the other. Inside she handed cane and book to Mrs Roxbrough, who then made the necessary entry in the book. Then she got up and picked up the cane.
“Hold your hand out.”
Cynthia held out a trembling hand. Mrs Roxbrough adjusted the height of the hand with the cane and then whipped it down across Cynthia’s palm.
She let out a loud gasp and screwed up her face in pain.
Again the cane whipped across her palm.
Another gasp and then she bit her lip. The pain was throbbing through her hand.
A third stroke, this time across the base of her fingers. Yet again she screwed up her face and bit her lip.
A fourth stroke and she could take the pain no longer as the cane whipped across her fingertips.
She whipped her hand away and thrust both hands between her knees.
“You can go,” was all that Mrs Roxbrough said.
Cynthia took her hands away and thrust the caned hand under her armpit as she left the room, head bowed. David then went in. Cynthia leaned her back against the wall and looked at her hand. Red lines were already appearing and her hand was throbbing mercilessly. She was also desperately holding back the tears.
David entered the room with mixed emotions. One half was excitement at the prospect of being caned by an attractive young middle aged woman. Some of the boys even had competitions as to who could get caned the most. David kept clear of this as Mrs Roxbrough was very adept at giving boys a sore bottom. This was the other half of his emotions, how much would it hurt.
Mrs Roxbrough was standing ready with the cane bent between her hands.
"Come here and bend over," she ordered.
After David had grasped his ankles, Mrs Roxbrough pulled his blazer back and took aim.
Thwaaacckk!!
David screwed up his face as the cane burned its way through his bottom.
Thwaacckk!!
David bit his lip.
Thwaacckk!!
Despite the searing pain David refused to succumb and show any emotion.
Thwaacckk!!
The pain was now almost unbearable and David's eyes were watering fast.
"Alright, get up."
Never had three words been so welcome.
He got up and stood in front of Mrs Roxbrough.
“Return these to the secretary,” she said, handing the book and cane to David.
David walked stiffly from the room. Outside Cynthia was now with two of her classmates. She looked up at David.
“Are you alright? Did it hurt very much?”
“I’ll tell you later,” he replied not wanting to say anything in front of the other girls.
Later they met up and compared their punishments. They both agreed that they would be more careful in future.
“So you are David, I recognize you instantly from the little boy that used to come to my house.”
“Hello Mrs Reynolds,” said David. She was little changed from when he used to go her house and she looked just as terrifying now as she did then. He was always scared of her.
“Sit down.”
Cynthia ushered David to the settee and sat down beside him.
“He’s grown up hasn’t he mum?” said Cynthia, hoping to influence her mum’s thinking about her having a boyfriend.
“I can see that,” replied her mum. “But has he grown up into a sensible boy?”
“Course he has mum,” said Cynthia.
“Well, we shall see,” said Mrs Reynolds, eyeing David up and down.
The conversation continued awkwardly, David trying his best to say what Mrs Reynolds wanted to hear, or at least what he thought she wanted to hear. Tea was taken and then Mrs Reynolds indicated it was time for David to go. During tea, David had made furtive glances around the room wondering if he would see the cane that Mrs Reynolds used, but to no avail. Cynthia saw him to the door, gave his hand another squeeze, her heart racing with excitement. David set off on his bike, wondering if he had made a good impression. Cynthia returned to the lounge and began clearing the crockery. She didn’t dare ask what her mother thought in case she got a negative answer. Over the washing up Mrs Reynolds spoke.
“He seems to have turned into a sensible boy.”
“Yes mum, he is.”
“Provided he doesn’t change you may continue to see him,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh mum, thank you, thank you,” cried Cynthia, putting the tea towel down and giving her mum a big hug.
“Now don’t you go getting over excited,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
“But it’s my first boyfriend,” retorted Cynthia. “You must have been excited when you had yours.”
“Yes I was.” Replied her mother with a benevolent smile.
That night Cynthia found it difficult to sleep, she kept waking up and thinking about David.
David had a similar experience, only his was anxiety as to whether he had been accepted. He couldn’t wait to meet Cynthia at school on Monday morning. He was first to the place where they met to walk to school together. Finally, he saw Cynthia turn the corner and walk towards him. His heart started beating fast and he kept sidestepping from one foot to the other in excitement. As she got close, he saw Cynthia smiling; surely, the answer must be yes.
“Well, what did she say?” he asked as he joined her.
“She said yes,” said Cynthia excitedly. “We’re now boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Fantastic,” replied David.
“Come on, let’s get to school,” said Cynthia, grabbing David by the hand and dragging him off.
A little further on David suddenly realised what they were doing and let go of Cynthia’s hand. Alas, it was too late; a teacher, passing by in his car, had spotted them. It was very much against the rules for boys and girls to hold hands in the street.
“Cynthia Reynolds and David Ransome, see me in first break,” announced Mrs Roxbrough, their Form Mistress.
They looked across at each other, wondering what this was about.
Break time came and the pair went to their form room to find Mrs Roxbrough seated at her desk.
“What do you think this is all about?” asked Cynthia.
“Not sure, but I’ve got an idea,” replied David.
“Oh tell me, David, pleeeaase?”
“We might have been seen holding hands this morning,”
“Oh no, I didn’t realise I was doing it, we were only doing it for short time.”
“Makes no difference, if we were seen, we’re in trouble,” said David gloomily.
“But why do I keep getting into trouble, “ cried Cynthia plaintively.
They reached the classroom door and went in.
“You wanted to see us Miss?” said David.
“Ah yes, the two love birds,” said Mrs Roxbrough.
“Sorry Miss?” queried David.
“You know very well what I’m talking about, please don’t deny it,”
“But we don’t know Miss,” protested Cynthia.
Mrs Roxbrough sighed.
“Mr Chatterton saw you two holding hands on the way to school this morning.”
“Oh, that,” said David.
“We didn’t realise we were doing it Miss, we stopped as soon as we did,” pleaded Cynthia.
“And I’m expected to believe that am I?” said Mrs Roxbrough.
“It is the truth Miss,” added David seriously.
“Truth or not, you have broken school rules, and a serious one at that, you know how strongly the head feels about this,” said Mrs Roxbrough.
“We’re really sorry and we’ll be more careful in future Miss,” said David.
“You certainly will after I’ve punished you,” said Mrs Roxbrough. “Cynthia, you will go to Mrs Harden and you will return with the cane and the book.”
Cynthia gave a gasp and looked wistfully at David.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Cynthia turned and left the room. She made her way to the secretary’s office and asked for the cane and book. Mrs Harden handed them over with a knowing smile. Cynthia, heart pounding, mouth dry, walked back down the corridors trying hard to conceal what she was carrying. It was little use, girls giggled or just looked; boys gave gloating looks, one or two even commented. Dying from embarrassment, Cynthia arrived back at the classroom to find David waiting outside. She gave him a puzzled look.
“She’s told me to wait here, you must be first,” said David.
Cynthia was so nervous she could hardly put one foot in front of the other. Inside she handed cane and book to Mrs Roxbrough, who then made the necessary entry in the book. Then she got up and picked up the cane.
“Hold your hand out.”
Cynthia held out a trembling hand. Mrs Roxbrough adjusted the height of the hand with the cane and then whipped it down across Cynthia’s palm.
She let out a loud gasp and screwed up her face in pain.
Again the cane whipped across her palm.
Another gasp and then she bit her lip. The pain was throbbing through her hand.
A third stroke, this time across the base of her fingers. Yet again she screwed up her face and bit her lip.
A fourth stroke and she could take the pain no longer as the cane whipped across her fingertips.
She whipped her hand away and thrust both hands between her knees.
“You can go,” was all that Mrs Roxbrough said.
Cynthia took her hands away and thrust the caned hand under her armpit as she left the room, head bowed. David then went in. Cynthia leaned her back against the wall and looked at her hand. Red lines were already appearing and her hand was throbbing mercilessly. She was also desperately holding back the tears.
David entered the room with mixed emotions. One half was excitement at the prospect of being caned by an attractive young middle aged woman. Some of the boys even had competitions as to who could get caned the most. David kept clear of this as Mrs Roxbrough was very adept at giving boys a sore bottom. This was the other half of his emotions, how much would it hurt.
Mrs Roxbrough was standing ready with the cane bent between her hands.
"Come here and bend over," she ordered.
After David had grasped his ankles, Mrs Roxbrough pulled his blazer back and took aim.
Thwaaacckk!!
David screwed up his face as the cane burned its way through his bottom.
Thwaacckk!!
David bit his lip.
Thwaacckk!!
Despite the searing pain David refused to succumb and show any emotion.
Thwaacckk!!
The pain was now almost unbearable and David's eyes were watering fast.
"Alright, get up."
Never had three words been so welcome.
He got up and stood in front of Mrs Roxbrough.
“Return these to the secretary,” she said, handing the book and cane to David.
David walked stiffly from the room. Outside Cynthia was now with two of her classmates. She looked up at David.
“Are you alright? Did it hurt very much?”
“I’ll tell you later,” he replied not wanting to say anything in front of the other girls.
Later they met up and compared their punishments. They both agreed that they would be more careful in future.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Fri Jul 29, 2016 7:33 pm