Paul Butters


Ample Punishment - Poem by Paul Butters

Susan sits
A bag of nerves,
Waiting to be caned!
The 'Head of Discipline' appears,
A rather young man!

'Be with you in a minute. There are some magazines out of you get bored.'

He goes again.
Bored?
She's terrified!
If only she'd behaved!
And Worked!

Much later back he comes.
All smiles.

'This way, ' he purrs, politely!
'So, you're Susan, the girl who...'

She nods.

'Well, you're in for a treat today, I've got four new rubber canes, and they're all very springy! '

He leads her to a table: four canes laid out.

'Your choice.'

Reluctantly she selects one.
He picks it up and caringly kneads it in his hands.

'Must get the tension right, ' he says.

Then he waves it whippily and does a practice swish.

'Ever had a Chinese caning? ' he asks.

'No.'

'Take this please.'

He hands her a small glass and coaxes her to drink the sweet orange stuff.

'Good, that's a special drug that enhances your sense of touch, so that you can enjoy the springiness of the cane. It affects your memory too, but more of that later. Please hold out your hand. (She trembles as she does) . Close your eyes. A bit higher with your hand. Open your palm more. Thankyou.'

Swish!
Nothing!
He's missed!

'Good. You took that well.'

'But you missed! '

'Ah, interesting. They say the drug makes you feel more, yet forget it all. Do you want me to cane you again? '

'No! '

'Sorry if you're disappointed. Better keep this to yourself. Say it hurt a lot! Back to your lessons now.'

Realisation dawns on Susan, and her face breaks into a beaming smile.

'Off you go then.'


Written and © 13\4\2008.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Inspired by a teacher I knew who once conned a girl this way (but without the drink or canes) .

Comments about Ample Punishment by Paul Butters

  • (4/21/2008 2:01:00 PM)


    Drew me in...didn't know where I was going...great write...Coach (Report) Reply

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  • (4/15/2008 7:06:00 AM)


    Interesting read & write. (makes me want to sing 'The board is black, the chalk is white.....', God my brain hurts sometimes - LOL! I enjoyed this story.... HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 11, 2013


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