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The Gate to Hell
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The Gate to Hell
Little Danny Samways paused at the wrought iron gates that led up to
the bare driveway to the entrance to the Victorian facade of his prep
school. He stared down at his brief case. Nothing he could do would
wish it to contain what was not there - his weekend prep.
It was Monday morning and his form master Mr Wilfs would be
expecting him to hand in his double chemistry prep. He hated
"chemmy" all those stinks and powders and bunsen burners.
While he should have been completing his work over the weekend he
had, instead, been out, playing football, walking the dog along the
canal, cycling - in fact doing anything but the dreaded chemmy prep.
His bare knees knocked together in the stiff autumn breeze but in fear
of the consequences. Mt Wilfs was not a nice man and he was not at
all sure he would not be sent to the Head. Detention was the least he
expected.
As the other boys showed up, all in their smart uniforms of caps,
shorts, pullover and coloured topped long grey stockings, as was he,
he went in.
Roll call, which preceded Assembly was in their form room - the
chemmy lab and went smoothly enough. Mr Wilfs called their names
and they all answered in clear treble voices "here sir!". When his name
came up Danny answered so softly that Mr wilfs had to ask him to
speak up. Danny had a silly thought that by being quiet he and his
disobedience might get overlooked. When the bell for Assembly rang
Mr Wilfs told them all to line up one by one in the corridor - juniors
all went in crocodiles to the hall. Danny's heart sank when he heard;
"As you go out you may leave your prep on my desk. Now start with
Atkins......"
In turn each boy came out, deposited his exercise book and went to
stand in line in the corridor. Danny as an 'S' would be towards the end
and as he approached the desk empty handed he looked up at the
beetle browed, saturnine features of his form master standing their
begowned and formidably formal.
His courage failed him and he tried to skip out without leaving a book
but Mr Wilfs was no fool. He had already noticed the boy was looking
shifty and uneasy.
"Samways!!"
Danny stopped halfway to the door and half turned: "Yes sir?"
"Haven't you forgotten something?"
Danny could hardly speak. His mouth was dry, his tongue cleared to
his palate and his stomach turned over.
"I'm. I'm - please sir I.....
- I haven't done it sir."
There it was out - now for the storm.
Mr Wilfs paused. With Assembly looming he had no time to deal with
little boys who had not done their prep. - especially one like Danny
who was normally, well behaved and diligent. he thought quickly and
said in a weary but quiet voice;
"Come and see me at break."
Danny's heart leapt. Perhaps Mr Wilfs, who it seemed to him had
spoken softly would not be really cross with him.
This thought kept him going through Assembly and the first two
periods of English and history - subjects Danny excelled in. And felt
less terror when he went to the form room to see Mr Wilfs.
Meanwhile in his free period Mr Wilfs had been talking to one or two
of Danny's other Masters. So far as he could tell Danny always did his
homework for them and was well regarded although seen as a little
shy and timid - although not on the rugger field it seemed. But what
to do? Danny's failure to produce his prep had been seen by all his
form-mates - or too many of them to allow it to go unpunished. he
had no reason for allowing the boy to get away with this defiance. So
when Danny knocked and entered Mr Wilfs was still unsure of his
best course of action.
He made the boy come up to the dias on which his desk sat and stand
right next to him as he sat in his chair - so he could observe him
closely. Then he began.
"Now Samways please tell me why you did not hand in your
Chemistry prep."
Danny was silent. He had no real excuse and could not bring himself
to lie about it, and Mr Wilfs' voice was still so kind and considerate....
"Please sir - I - well it's just that - oh sir I just hate chemistry - it's
horrible and I can't bring myself - it's just so - yucky!"
Mr Wilfs paused - he was surprised. He had expected a reasonable
explanation.. Something that would explain why this otherwise good
boy had failed him.
"That is hardly a reasonable excuse! Are you telling me that you
deliberately refused to do the prep set, simply because you dislike
chemistry?"
When put so starkly Danny had little choice but to agree. With a slight
nod of his head he mumbled "Yes-sir."
"I can't hear you - did you?"
"Yes-sir!" Danny exploded.
"I see. This is very serious indeed. I cannot allow such wanton
disobedience to go unpunished. For the moment return to your classes
while I decide the right punishment."
Danny's earlier happy spirit was now gone. Mr Wilfs had made no
attempt to understand why he hated chemmy. Now he was in for
trouble - detention or even the Head or both. He tried not to think
about it for the rest of the morning and at home at lunchtime was very
quiet while his mother gave him his lunch.
She noticed this and ask him if there was any problem at school. At
this point his composure cracked and he broke down in tears having
explained all to his dear mama. She would understand.
"So I suppose you are afraid now of the punishment your form master
will give you?"
"Yes mama" he said through a veil of tears.
"Well I shall drive you to school and talk with your form master
myself and see what's to be done."
This cured Danny's crying! Mama would put everything right. She
always did.
That afternoon began with games followed by double chemistry
(groan) so when Danny was dropped off at the changing rooms his
high spirits soon returned. He played brilliantly at rugger, scoring a try
and kicking two conversions. So when he attended chemistry he was
a refreshed, clean and showered happy little boy.
The lesson went ok. Nothing nasty happened and he looked forward
to going home at the end of the day.
So when the final bell went he began to gather his things together
when Mr wilfs called out;
"Not you Samways, we have a little matter of your prep to discuss."
Danny went a deep red and saw a hole open up in front of him.
"The rest of you may go but know that in my class disobedience will
be punished as this young man is about to discover."
When they had all gone Danny looked at Mr wilfs and Mr Wilfs at
him for almost a minute. he had a piece of paper in his hand. He
glared at it and then looked up at Danny.
"Do you know what this is boy?."
"No sir."
"This is a note by your mother who came to see the Headmaster this
afternoon. She had planned to see me but I was engaged with a class
and the Headmaster asked here instead to give me the note. Shall I
read it to you?"
"Hope at last!" thought Danny, "Please sir."
"Dear Mr Wilfs. I was very sorry to hear today that my son had
deliberately refused to do the homework you had set him. I know this
is not usual for him but I have no wish to see this become a habit.
Although he is nearly eleven sometimes he is as immature as an
eight- year old. I think he needs a lesson and I am sure you are the
one to teach it. The Headmaster and I have discussed this and have
agreed that you should do whatever you think appropriate. If that
means he has a very sore bottom I will have no objections."
Danny was dumbstruck. Betrayed! His own mother! "a very sore
bottom" - what would that mean?
"So you see Samways time has run out. Please join me in my
storeroom."
Mr Wilfs indicated the open door to his storeroom, a smallish room
where he stored chemicals and other things. Inside Mr wilfs sat on one
of his high stools.
"Close the door and come here."
Danny stood next to his teacher wondering what was going to happen.
"You have behaved in a silly thoughtless and childish way. If you are
going up to the senior school soon you will have to learn. I am going
to give you a thorough spanking. Put your hands on your head."
Dry-mouthed again Danny placed his trembling hands together on top
of his head while the master swiftly undid his shorts and pulled them
right down to his knees. As swiftly his underpants followed. Then he
was lifted bodily round the waist and placed over the lap of Mr wilfs.
Neither his hands nor his feet could reach the ground and as Mr wilfs
feet rested on the upper rung he could not slip off.
Mr Wilfs inspected the boy. He's never been spanked his mother had
told the Head. This was to be a memorable experience then.
He decided it would be more effective for the boy's shorts and
underpants to be off completely so slipped them down further to his
ankles.
"Put your feet together. You won't be needing these for a little while."
Danny was aghast when he realised what was happening. the more so
when Mt Wilfs, having deftly removed his garments deposited them
on the floor beneath Danny's head so he could see them.
Then he felt the palm of Mr Wilf's hand resting on his bottom. The
other hand was gripping his right shoulder pushing him down and
pulling his in. There was a pause and then the hand rose and fell
producing a loud "slap!" as the first smack in Danny's spanking landed
home.
Mr Wilf's began slowly, lightly at first getting the boy used to the
sensation without panicking him. After a dozen light taps Danny began
to feel less frightened than he had. It wasn't so bad. His bottom felt
warm and the smacks had stung but no worse than being hit by a
rugby ball.
Then Mr Wilfs increased the strength and pace ensuring his hand
landed full on the bottom cheeks and fingers the outer edges. He
smacked progressively harder and faster.
This Danny definitely did not like and he began to feel the constant
sharp smack-smack-smack as he tried to writhe and wriggle away
from the rain of spanks. He began to "oooh!" and "Ow!" and "aaah!"
Mr Wilf's, who had spanked more boys than Danny could have
possibly imagined, now turned the ratchet further. Now his hand
landed repeatedly in the boys lower cheek, upper leg area -the crease
or underbum. At this Danny did howl and flap his arms and legs,
trying to place his hands in the way as the pain reached new levels.
"Oh no my boy. I know that trick."
At that Danny felt his shirt and jumper lifted right up his back and
over his head, so he could not move his arm back.
The boy was now bare from the tops of his school stockings to his
neck and this encouraged the master to new levels of chastisement,
now to the backs of the thighs and behind the knees, reddening,
stinging and smarting the little boy's legs and bottom until they glowed
a bright cherry red.
After five minutes of this Danny was in tears but past the hysterical
stage and Mr Wilfs concentrated on slow very hard smacks anywhere
in the afflicted area. He stopped. Danny's heavy breathing could be
heard.
"Well my naughty little boy, that is your first spanking - but not your
last I know."
He gently lifted the boy back onto his feet, pulling his shirt and
jumper down as he did so, although being on the short side they did
nothing to hide the boy's bottom and other things which distressed him
further.
"Ashamed of yourself. Well you needn't. I've seen little boys with their
trousers and underpants off before. Silly little boy. Go and stand in the
corner where I don't have to look at you." He indicated a bare corner
of the room by a closet and Danny obeyed, thankful his spanking was
over, and still shuffling tears.
"Here, dry your eyes." Mr Wilfs handed him a clean hanky, which he
dampened considerably as he stood facing the bare corner.
"You can stand there now for thirty minutes exactly - about the time
you should have devoted to your homework."
Then there passed a long and bitter half an hour while Danny faced
the corner and faced up to his own silliness. This was horrible to stand
there with his bare red throbbing bottom on view while his form
master marked other boys' prep - prep they had done so they didn't
have to experience the pain and the shame and the humiliation he had
endured.
When eventually an alarm went off telling Mr Whilfs his charge's time
was up he was called out from the corner, still stripped below the
waist.
"Will you do as you are told?"
"Yes sir."
"You will do your prep?"
"Yes sir."
"Very good. To see that you do until further notice your mother has
agreed you will stay after school for extra chemistry."
Danny's face must have revealed too much at this.
"Don't pull such a face or I'll spank your bare bottom all over again.
Yes extra chemistry. I am going to make you this your best subject,
not your worst and to help me I have two little friends whose
acquaintance with your bare bottom will take place if you are lazy,
silly or fail to listen."
At that Mr wilfs opened a drawer and took out two items. One was a
black shiny slipper sole and the other a thin short cane.
"From now on Danny (Mr Wilfs used his first name) I am going to be
like the father you have missed all these years. If you are mischievous,
disobedient or naughty at home these will also be used on your
bottom. Now you will put your underpants and shorts back on and go
home. I shall see you nest week and then I shall expect you to bring
me a sealed note from your mother telling me of your behaviour. Then
we'll see if your bare bottom has to be treated some more. Now off
you go."
Danny dressed in silence and left.
When he entered the house, his mother was waiting for him.
"Homework first, then television."
"Yes mama!"
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