Il prenetnd che duole By Nigel Dean
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This is a true story, one hundred percent true. I know this because I was there, it happened to me, believe me I can still feel it !
"Don't be silly he won't slipper us, we are members of the sixth form and for god's sake we are eighteen years old."
He was wrong, I knew he was wrong. Eighteen years of age or not my friend Paul and I were shortly to receive a punishment normally reserved for much younger boys. I explained my fears.
"No way !" My friend responded. "I agree we are out of order but he'd not slipper us."
"I think you will find that I am right and you are wrong."
"Shit !"
Walking across the field to where we stood was the school's head of sixth form. A young, charismatic man who taught us for Italian. I was shortly to be sitting my A Level in Italian and thanks to the powerful teaching of Mr Nigel Dean I expected to gain an A grade. In the moonlight we could see he had in his hand a white tennis shoe, the well known slipper for smacking bottoms of naughty boys.
"Shit," Paul repeated.
"Shit," I echoed.
"Il prenetnd che duole."
"What ?"
"It's Italian."
"I know that"
"Il prenetnd che duole - pretend it hurts."
"What do you mean ?"
"Best to pretend when he slippers us that it hurts, let him think we have been adequately punished."
"Thieves !" Mr Dean roared at us as he approached. "Two despicable thieves."
That was hard. yes we had both nicked a bar of chocolate but it was hardly a major robbery. "I knew the mind of Mr Dean and knew there was no point at all in trying to justify what we had done, no explanation would save us from our fate only an apology would perhaps reduce the severity. Best to just get it over with and pretend it did in deed hurt.
"Of all the people here on this camp you are the last two I would have expected to do this."
"Sorry."
"Yes, sorry Sir."
"Oh I will make you sorry and have no mistake about that. When I have finished with you, you'll be lucky if you can sit comfortable in a week's time !"
Shit !
It had been a novel idea but a good one, to take members of the sixth form on a long week-end break away from lessons, study and exam revision. We were camping in a picturesque spot in Corn wall. It was a hot spring so we had been swimming, surfing, fishing and a dozen more activities all organised by Mr dean. Another member of staff, not at all like Dean, had been running a small tuck shop from the back of the school mini-bus. Late that evening Paul and I had been wandering aimlessly across the camp site where we found this idiot Mr Ryder had left the school mini-bus unlocked. The tuck shop stock was in two large cooler boxes behind the back row of seats. Ok, yes it was stealing in the strict sense of the word but all we did was to help ourselves to two Mars Bars.
Fuck ! Creepy Ryder saw us. He ran across the field bleating, "Mr Dean, Mr Dean............"
"Thieves !" Dean repeated. The with no more ado, "Right who's going first ?"
"I will Sir," Paul volunteered.
"Put your hands on the side of the mini-bus and lean forward."
Paul did as he was instructed. Dean made ready then hesitated. "Take your jeans off, I can't slipper you through them. It won't hurt enough."
In my mind I was protesting, thinking what I would have said had I been the first of we two. Paul did not argue. He unfastened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles.
"Six," Dean said placing the slipper on my friend's underpants while he prepared his aim. Again he hesitated. "No, let's do this properly. We'll have the pants off as well !"
Dean did not give Paul the chance to comply with his latest edict, he reached out and pulled them down for him. My friend's tee shirt ended in the small of his back, exposing his naked arse which Dean promised he would not be able to sit on for a week. Dean leaned back to put the full force of his body behind the swing, a swing which brought the slipper down with an astounding strength ending in a thunderclap of a whack. Paul instinctively yelled out in pain
Shit !
Never mind pretend it hurts, there was no need for pretence. As a younger boy I had been slippered a few times myself and I had seen my classmates take the punishment but these were silly little taps compared to this.
Shit !
My friend was still gasping from the first blow when dean brought the slipper in for a second time. I could sense, I could feel almost the actual agony of my friend. I stood mesmerised and in awe of it all. This was terrible, a far harsher punishment than our little peccadillo deserved. My mind moved from my friend and his ordeal to the chilling realisation that I would too be receiving a similar thrashing.
Three ! Paul tenses his body and pushed himself forward as if trying to avoid the pain. With each stroke he was calling out loud and crying.
Four ! I remember thinking that was the hardest yet. Oh my god Paul's body must be racked with terrible pain, Dean was almost killing him.
While I was thinking Paul thrust his hands to cover his bottom as if to ward off any further punishment. he turned round and spoke. "Please Sir, no more Sir. I can not take any more." his voice was shaking and fighting back tears.
Dean hesitated. he looked at Paul and then looked at me. "Put your trousers on and stand aside."
Four, Paul had only received four whacks with the slipper instead of six. yes each one of those four was in itself as hard as six of the best. Dean was now going to let him off with four. Paul looked pathetic as he pulled his pants and trousers up, zipped his fly and fastened his belt.
With the slipper firmly in the grip of his right hand Dean pointed it towards me. "Right you're next, drop your trousers and your pants then get ready."
Physically I made ready while mentally preparing for the pain which would soon be coming my way. How long would it take for Mr Dean to slipper me six times ? How long for my naked teenage bottom to be thrashed ? Not long I guessed, two minutes at the most. No more. If I could endure the pain for two minutes it would be over.
With my trousers and underpants in a place of humiliation at my feet I moved to brace myself against the side of the mini-bus.
"Wait." Dean snapped. "Take your shirt off. It's far too long and will get in the way."
I did as I was instructed to in effect present myself naked for my punishment. It was a warm night but were it freezing in the depths of winter I doubt I would have been aware of the temperature. My stomach was in a knot and my heart beating in double time. I was thinking it would be a good thing to receive the first stroke so I would know just how bad the pain was and be able to compute the severity of all six. I decided I would indeed take all six and not wimp out as Paul had done. I was till thinking these points over when I heard dean behind me.
The crack of the slipper on my right buttock was both an external and an internal sound as it exploded throughout my body both as a sound and as a blast of agony. I yelled out with a scream I could not in any way have controlled. My arse cheek was on fire, intensifying as the nerves transmitted the shock to my brain. Immediately Dean brought the slipper back with the same force and ferocity this time to land on my other buttock. Instinctively the fingers on moth hands balled into fists and tried to grab a hold onto the side of the mini-but but just slid over the metal surface.
Dean laid the third whack of his slipper on both buttocks, simultaneously striking the already bruised areas of my skin. the pain increased to an intensity I wondered if I could bare. I was half way through my ordeal or if I were to wimp out and beg for mercy as Paul had done then there was just one more stroke and it could be over. I determined I would go through with it to the end. I would take the full six from Dean if only to spite him. how I thought it would spite him I do not know.
Number four was placed directly on top of where the first had hit. I clenched my teeth together and steeled myself for the final two.
Number five and instinct took over. Just as Paul had done I clutched my flaming arse cheeks with my hands.
"I'm sorry Sir," I can't take any more.
Dean's face had only anger within it. I stood facing him, naked for my trousers and pants at my feet I waited for his instruction to get dressed but it did not come.
"You two have let me down," he began. "Two boys I trusted and two boys for whom I had respect. Stealing ! Your families would be horrified if they knew what you did. Why did you do it ?"
He gave no time for an answer.
"A few pennies for a chocolate bar, loose change yet when you find the mini-bus unlocked you took the opportunity to steal."
"Sorry Sir." It was Paul who spoke.
"Yes sorry Sir," I confirmed.
"Sorry because you were caught, sorry because you were found out or sorry because your arses are on fire ?"
"All three Sir." it was an honest answer.
"Yes all three." Dean paused the pointed the slipper at me. "You owe me one." He then pointed to Paul, "You owe me two."
"You," he was pointing again at me, "back against the mini-bus."
"You," pointing at Paul, "drop your trousers and pants the stand next to him."
Shit !
That final smack with the slipper I swear was the hardest I received. I was slippered first then Paul took his final two. Once the punishment was over Dean left, striding back across the field to where the tents were pitched, to where our friends were and no doubt heard the beatings we had received. Paul and I were left naked and in total agony. Paul actually had tears in his eyes.
"Fotte duole."
"What ?"
"Il prenetnd che duole. Frotte duole."
"What ?"
"Italian. pretend it does not hut. It fucking does hurt !"