I recently made a visit to Mrs Nosmo King at the stables and thought I should share the experience with you all.

After the last couple of visits to the lovely Mrs King, I and several others were banned from going to the stables again, but, as its now several months since that dreadful day when everything seemed to go wrong (mostly because of Titch, Roddy, Paul, Eddie and Lofty) I'm not excluding Edward and Nigel as this was before they joined our skool, I thought it was time for me to make Mrs Kings acquaintance again.
So, I nervously went to her front door, rang the bell and waited breathlessly for Mrs King to answer. I need not have worried because Mrs King seemed very pleased to see me; I was invited in and offered some pop and cream cake - very nice too.

Mrs King then explained to me that she was going to contact Aunty Shan and ask that some of us would be allowed to do a few jobs for her, a small payment would be made directly to Aunty Shan as Mrs King wanted to be sure that the money would be put to good use and not wasted on sweets and things from Mrs Patel's shop.

The idea is that we could all establish ourselves as 'responsible' and 'reliable' if we did the jobs properly and didn’t cause any problems. Now I know why she was pleased to see me as I am definitely one of the most responsible and reliable lads around here.

Mrs King has strongly suggested that I ask each of you if you would be prepared to give up some time, after skool, at weekends and during the skool holidays. Mrs King calls this a Character Building exercise and feels that we would all benefit from putting our energies into a worthwhile venture (Mrs Kings words not mine cos I don’t really know what most of this means) Anyway it all sounds good to me and I have therefore got to ask Aunty Shan if we can go ahead with it, I'm sure my lovely Aunt won’t object so what have we got to lose?

Oh one thing I forgot to mention is that Mrs King needs to take out some insurance to make sure that any "little accidents" can be paid for.

So lads and lasses, if you want to join me at Mrs Kings, I will send you an application form that should be returned to me, then I will pass them on to Aunty Shan together with the insurance payments and other fees.

An additional benefit of going on this course is that from time to time Farm Produce will be available at very good prices, so tell your parents/guardians about this and persuade them to buy from the farm (through myself) instead of the supermarkets, you will received 10 percent commission on all orders.
For those of you who have gardens, I am also able to offer good quality manure, nice and fresh and will do your plants a world of good. This is available at £15 per load (buyer collects) or £20 per load delivered (subject to transport being available).
If you would like to take advantage of these offers, I strongly suggest you contact me ASAP so that we can get this project started.
I am expecting a good demand for both the Course and the farm produce offers and will therefore need the help of some of my cousins and friends, I am unable make any offer of payment to you but that’s what friends are for isn’t it ?
Hope to hear from you all soon
Justin

My name is Alan Snitchington but everybody calls me Titch so from now on in the story that is the name I’ll use. I attend the VS Finishing School in the village of Lower Paddlington, the Headmistress of VS school is my Aunty Shan or her official name Mz Shanelle Van’d’Yer. She got the job after her predecessor Mrs Walton retired.

You might think its cool having your Aunty as Headmistress but in fact it is just the opposite because my Aunty Shan is strict, very strict and believes she should set an example to all the other pupils by being hard on her nephews. I say nephews because my cousins Justin Thyme, Eddie Grimshaw, Nigel Pemberton-Chessington and Paul Grassmore also attend the VS. What is worse for us is that during school holidays and most weekends our parents are happy for us to stay with Aunty Shan at her home because they feel that our behaviour needs her type of discipline and Aunty Shan never shirks her responsibility where discipline is concerned, her philosophy for us is punished at school means you will also be punished at home and WE ARE.

Anyway the story I mentioned started in the half term holidays last year, my cousin Justin had got a Saturday job at the Nosmo Riding Stables on Cropping Lane, they are owned by Mrs King and she is a good friend of our Aunty Shan so anything Justin does wrong goes straight back to Aunty, but a few weeks prior to the story Justin had been caught laying in the hay drinking cider and smoking a cigarette both things are strictly banned in the stables due to the fire risk and this coupled with the fact that both the cider and the cigarettes were stolen from the village shop by myself and Paul we suspected that trouble was waiting for us at Aunties house. Aunty had told Mrs King to deal with Justin herself and knowing that Mrs King would use one of her favourite crops on Justin’s bottom Paul and I had decided to be good cousins and help him by hiding her crops. Because of the school holiday Justin was working extra days because he was saving up to buy a new bike and so on Monday morning we followed Justin to the stables, he was nervous knowing he was to see Mrs King for punishment in his mid morning break so he didn’t notice us following him. When Mrs King went for her morning ride I crept into her kitchen while Paul stood guard outside, I collected six mean looking crops and thinking ourselves very daring we ran off to hide them, I also took three riding helmets to hide because they belonged to the posh kids who had riding lessons and our gang don’t like posh kids, we hid them in a great spot where she would never think to look and then went off on our bikes to play.

Mrs King arrived back from her ride and took the horse to Justin so he could unsaddle it but when she saw where he was dumping the manure from the stables she went mad calling him a fool, a stupid boy and many more names, she told him “You’re bottom will pay even more dearly for this stupidity” she then instructed him to move the manure to a different spot in the yard. Justin started to move the pile while Mrs King proceeded to unsaddle the horse herself but unknown to Justin we had hidden the crops in the pile of manure and so he uncovered them while Mrs King was watching him. So once again she went mad with Justin accusing him of trying to avoid his forthcoming punishment she also said the crops were ruined, as were three riding helmets that we had buried along with the crops, these she said belonged to pupils and she would be stopping the cost of new ones out of Justin’s wages. She didn’t believe Justin when he said he had no idea how they got there and swore his innocence, when he told Paul and me afterwards we thought it was funny but Mrs King was far from amused and ordered Justin to go straight to her kitchen to await his punishment. Paul and myself were long gone and Mrs King said she did not believe Justin when he said we could be involved but she said she would talk to Aunty Shan about the two of us and ask if we had been anywhere near the stables. She ordered Justin to take down his jeans and pants and get over her knee, she had seated herself on a kitchen chair and she proceeded to give Justin a very long and painful spanking with first her work hardened hand and then a slipper she had placed on the table beside her, poor Justin thought she would never stop because she was so angry and she intended to really make it a memorable spanking. When Justin thought she had finished is punishment she ordered him to stand up and bend over the back of the chair, she then proceeded to administer twenty four very hard painful strokes with the one crop we had not hidden, the one she had taken with her on her morning ride, if you have ever been cropped after a spanking you will feel sorry for our Justin and so we didn’t help our poor cousin much after all did we.

Paul and I had left the stables and cycled down Cropping Lane past Mr Doherty’s house and on to Birchfield Farm. We had intended to scrump apples from the orchard but while we were crossing the field we saw Farmer Giles drive off on his tractor and so we decided it was safe to have a snoop about. A few weeks previously we had arranged to go with a school chum Lofty Carruthers to an Aeroplane Museum he knew about, Justin said he’d been before and it was good because they had some great planes but the planes were all dull colours like grey and green. Well what Paul and I found in the barn at Birchfield Farm was like a treasure trove, it was like finding pirate treasure to two young boys on an adventure. We found ‘Paint,’ tins of the stuff in loads of different colours; boy could we have fun with this. We had talked about doing some graffiti round the village for ages because we thought some of the artists were brill and if we got good at it we could maybe even make some money and annoy some of the old bats who live in Lower Paddlington at the same time, but like Justin pointed out we would need lots of paint, well now we had lots paint if we could get it away before Farmer Giles returned.

We decided to go back and tell Justin because he always knew a good plan and so he’d know how we could nick the paint. When we got back to the stables Justin was nowhere to be seen, in fact there was nobody about, Justin’s old bike was still there so we knew he hadn’t left. We looked around being careful nobody saw us because Mrs King doesn’t like it when we go to see Justin when he is working. When we got near to the house where Mrs King has her office we heard a noise that we both knew very well from experience, somebody was being spanked and it sounded like a very hard spanking. Even though we didn’t want to get caught and risk getting the same treatment we couldn’t resist finding out who was getting such a noisy spanking, so we crept up to the kitchen window where the noise was coming from spank, spank, smack, spank, spank and then we heard the Ow, yeow, ouch please Mrs King; that told us it was cousin Justin receiving his punishment. Looking in the window we both grinned at each other because when you are the person getting spanked it is no fun at all but watching another boy or girl getting their bottom thoroughly spanked is a different matter all together, so we were going to enjoy this spectacle especially when the spankee is a cousin who picks on you and bosses you about and also loves to watch while you get your bottom spanked. Mrs King was seated on a large kitchen chair with Justin across her knee, his bare bottom was pointing in our direction and so we could see every smack of that hard looking leather slipper in Mrs King’s hand, she must have been spanking Justin for quite a while judging by the vivid red of his bottom and he was kicking his legs and pleading with her to stop, saying he had learned his lesson and would be good in future, in fact exactly what all us naughty boys say when we are over the knee of an angry lady. After what seemed ages Mrs King stopped using her slipper on Justin and said something we couldn’t hear, Justin got gingerly off her knee and stood rubbing his very sore looking bottom, something he would not have dared do after a spanking from Aunty Shan. Mrs King meanwhile had stood up and turned her chair around so now the chair back was facing the window, she said something else to Justin and he bent over the chair back while Mrs King turned to the table, when she turned back she was holding a very nasty looking riding crop with which she began to tap the bare red bottom of poor Justin. Paul and me felt sorry for Justin but also we were pushing each other for a better view, after Mrs King had given Justin six or seven whacks on his bottom that looked really hard, she glanced across at the window and saw us looking in, we were frozen to the spot for a few seconds but soon recovered and were off and running down the yard to where we had left our bikes, jumping on them we never looked back but shot out of the gate and down Cropping Lane and back to the village and for the time being, Safety.

It was about an hour later when Justin came down Mule Way pushing his bike but after the whacking he’d just got he wouldn’t want to ride it. I felt a little bit sorry for him but I’d had plenty of spankings that he’d watched and made fun of and I couldn’t help laughing and saying to Paul that our cousin looked very warm but Justin soon stopped our laughter when he said that Mrs King had not bothered chasing after us but instead she had carried on with his punishment and then she had phoned Aunty Shan and told her what had happened and Justin said that Aunty Shan had invited Mrs King to tea so that she could watch the culprits receive their desserts and we didn’t think she meant pudding.

Anyway teatime was hours away and we couldn’t do anything about it now so we explained to Justin about us hiding the crops to try to help him and also about the paint we’d found. We didn’t know whether farmer Giles would have returned but we decided to check and Justin said to get the trolley from the shed so that we could get the paint if the coast was clear. We decided to go down Main Road passed the VS school and down the lane at the side of the Police Station and across the Nursing home grounds, that way we could see if farmer Giles was about and there was less chance of us being seen by Aunty Shan. When we were passing the shop Mrs Patel came running out and said she had told our Aunty about the shoplifting and that we couldn’t go in her shop until Aunty said so, we just gave her the rods and told her to get lost because we were far too busy to bother about her rotten shop. Then as we turned down by the police station a Panda Car pulled up and it was the new Policewoman who had just moved into the village, Aunty Shan had told us her name was WPC Maitland and that she had been told to keep her eye on us and Aunty also said that WPC Maitland was an ex marine who would take no nonsense from naughty boys, we noticed the suspicious look she gave us but we just said hello and carried on our way.

There was no sign of farmer Giles so we quickly loaded the trolley with several cans of paint in different colours but better still was something Justin spotted, I didn’t know what it was but Justin said it was a petrol powered paint sprayer and it would be great for us to use with the paint and so that also went on the trolley, we covered it all with a big cloth that Paul called a tarpaulin we found in the barn and off we went. This time we went back towards the stables because there are some bushes behind Miss Steele’s house and Paul said it would be a good place to hide the stuff because if we took it home Aunty Shan would be sure to spot it. We got the paint hidden safely in the thick bushes and covered it with the tarpaulin and we put some bits of bush over it like the Indians do in cowboy films when they hide things. It was a good place to hide stuff because Miss Steele is not home very often so she won’t see us, but we had to be careful of old Mr Doherty her next door neighbour, he’s an old grumpy Irishman, he keeps to himself but if we make a noise on the path beside his house he phones Aunty or sometimes even the police but he must have been out because we didn’t see him.

We went to find Eddie because he has a computer and we wanted to send an email to Lofty about going to that Aeroplane Museum, we have a computer at Aunties house but we couldn’t go there because we knew what would happen when we did and wanted to avoid hot bottoms for as long as possible. Now we had the paint we couldn’t wait to try this graffiti lark, Eddie’s mom, she’s Aunty Shan’s sister in law, got him a job keeping the garden tidy at the Nursing Home at the back of Main Road, Eddie didn’t want to do it but his mom is like Aunty Shan, you don’t answer her back unless you want a hot bottom. When we arrived at the Nursing Home Eddie was not around and when we found him he like Justin had been earlier was over a knee being spanked. We went to the kitchen expecting Eddie to be chatting up one of the girls that helps out there but instead when we looked through the window he was over the knee of Matron Moslipe who was using a large painful looking wooden hairbrush on his bare bottom and it was a very hot looking bottom, but fortunately for us this time we were not spotted and didn’t need to make our escape because she soon released Eddie and though we couldn’t hear what was said judging by the finger wagging Eddie got a good rollicking. When he eventually came out to talk to us Eddies eyes were red and he said he’d got caught selling cigarettes and whiskey to the pensioners after being warned not too, he had been given the option of either accepting punishment from Matron or… his mother and the police being informed and according to Eddie his mother was the most frightening option. After we told him our plan Eddie said he would send the email to Lofty and so the trip was sorted for Friday the day Aunty Shan would go into town for her weekly shopping trip and we could get away without her missing us. Me, Justin, Paul and Eddie would meet Lofty on the bus because he lived in another village a few miles away, Justin said if we all took some paint in our rucksacks the bus driver would think we were going hiking so the planned outing was set for Friday and so now we had to go home for tea with Aunty and Mrs King so we bade Eddie farewell till Friday and made our way home very nervously.

We tried to get into the house and upstairs without being heard but Aunty Shan has been dealing with naughty boys and girls long enough to know all the tricks and when we were half way upstairs she called out to us to be quick getting washed and putting on our pyjamas, we looked at one another in alarm, pyjamas at 5.30 meant only one thing, bed with no tea but worst still bed with no tea also means bed with a hot bottom. Aunty Shan then told us we had 15 minutes to be washed and changed into our pyjamas and back to the lounge. Not wanting to make things any worse we made a quick beeline for the bathroom and bedroom where we washed and put on our pyjamas, while we were doing this we heard the doorbell and Aunty greeting Mrs King, we had completely forgotten about her.

We three boys trooped into the lounge in record time to be met by two very cross looking ladies seated on the settee chatting. “Well boys who would like to explain” asked Aunty, so I started to stutter out an excuse only for Aunty Shan to bellow “Shut Up You Stupid Boy” she then went on to tell us that Paul and myself would be soundly spanked for peeping in the window while Mrs King was punishing Justin and before this stage of the punishment was over somebody had better have told the truth about burying the Riding Crops and Helmets but she still wasn’t finished “Also I had a phone call from Mrs Patel regarding shoplifting by you Titch” this was also going to be dealt with it seemed and also Mrs Patel had told Aunty about us making obscene gestures and being very rude to her earlier this afternoon, I was now very concerned about being able to sit down for the next few days.

Aunty stood and walked to her favourite spanking chair or as she calls it the seat of reckoning, it is just a chair from the dining table but once she is seated and you are over her knee your hands and feet barely touch the floor so you are completely under her control. I hadn’t noticed before but on the dining table were a selection of her favourite and hardest spanking implements, two particularly nasty leather slippers and two really painful straps. I was so scared I never realised that everything was in two’s not until that is Aunty turned to Mrs King and asked her to take the chair directly opposite her own. She then informed us that Paul and myself would be spanked over her knee and because we had offended her friend Mrs King we would also be spanked over her knee and so I was to place myself over Aunty Shan’s lap and Paul was to do likewise over the knee of Mrs King, and so two very reluctant boys placed themselves over the two waiting laps. I had no sooner settled into position when I felt Aunty put her fingers into the elastic at the waist of my pyjama’s and start to lower them, I pleaded to be allowed to keep them on saying they were so thin they would give me no protection but by the time I’d finished begging her she had them down around my ankles and my bare and very vulnerable bottom at her mercy. “You know that I only spank on a bare bottom, so save your breath because you will soon be needing it” and with that she started to land full armed spanks, alternating on first my left cheek and then the right cheek Smack, whack, smack, spank, smack, she was relentless and I glanced across the room and was staring directly at the bare bottom of my cousin Paul who was receiving a similar spanking across the knee of Mrs King and if my bottom looked anything like his it was going quite a deep shade of pink, I was confident before the ladies were finished the colour would be far deeper, I was brought out of my thoughts by a particularly hard series of Slap, smack whack to the base of my bottom cheeks just where they meet the thighs, this is a favourite spot for Aunty because she knows we feel it every time we sit down. After what seemed an age Aunty told me to get up, even though my bottom was smarting I thought we had got off reasonably lightly but….Aunty then instructed me to change places with Paul and to get across the knee of Mrs King, she said that we would both have had equal spanks if they both dealt with each bottom, always one for fair play is our Aunty Shan but I didn’t have the nerve to say I didn’t mind going without and so Paul and I exchanged places and soon the room again rang out with Spank, spank, spank, smack slap and ouch, yeow, please I’m sorry from two extremely contrite boys.

After probably another ten minutes and lots of spanks Aunty stopped and asked us if we were ready to tell Mrs King who was responsible for burying her lovely crops, as we were both terrified of the consequences neither of us spoke so Aunty told Justin to pass herself and Mrs King a slipper each off the table, Justin was not in a position to refuse and so both Paul and myself soon felt the hard leather soles tap, tapping on our already sore bottoms, well demanded Aunty anything to tell us and before we could speak, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK we both received six very nasty stinging smacks from the hard leather slippers, anything to say yet demanded Aunty and we both started to stutter and stammer out the truth while also trying to hold back our tears. After we had told her the truth about Paul and myself trying to save Justin from punishment and then thinking it would be a laugh to bury the hats belonging to the posh kids, Aunty said that we would both receive a further fifty slipper smacks for the crops and hats and then we would discuss us looking in the window of Mrs Kings’ kitchen and so it started again Whack, whack, whack from cheek to cheek, up and down until both myself and Paul were crying genuine tears and promising to be the best behaved boys in the village but of course Aunty had heard all this before because she spends her days correcting not just us but every naughty pupil attending the VS School. After we had received twenty five spanks of the slipper each (not that we were counting) we were made to get up and change laps so now I was back over the lap of Aunty Shan, not that it made any difference by now because our bottoms were starting to swell and really smarting but off they went again WHACK, WHACK, WHACK until we had both received our fifty strokes of the slipper. We were told to stand and not to dare rub our bottoms unless we wanted extra’s. Aunty then told Paul and me to stand in a corner each with our hands on our heads and our hot red bottoms facing the room.
Aunty then turned to Justin and told him to get his bottom bared, Justin started to say he had been punished by Mrs King but Aunty Shan cut him off by saying that he had been punished by Mrs King for smoking and drinking in the barn but now he was to receive further punishment from Aunty for both embarrassing her and also for Smoking and Drinking when he knows he is not old enough to do either and most certainly NOT ALLOWED to. When Justin had taken down his pyjamas and underpants he was ordered to bend over the back of the settee and Aunty armed herself with a strap and gave the other one to Mrs King and asked her if she would be kind enough to assist her, me and Paul were in the corner not daring to look but I could imagine Mrs King with a big grin on her face when she said “Yes Shanelle of course I’d be delighted” I bet she would the old cow. From where we stood all we could hear was the Swish of the straps coming through the air, the Whacks when they landed and the howls from Justin, we may not be able to see but we knew that Justin was getting his bottom well warmed and by the noise he was making he wasn’t enjoying it. When they finally decided that Justin had received enough he was ordered to stand in another corner with his hands on his head and Aunty turned her attention back to me and Paul. You are now both going to bend over the settee and receive a good dose of the strap for peeping into peoples homes without permission and then you will both receive twelve strokes of the Cane for the rudeness towards Mrs Patel so now get over that settee quickly unless you want some more adding on, I had a quick glance at Justin when I passed his corner and his bottom looked ‘HOT’ in fact I almost felt sorry for him (But not quite) <grin>

So it continued with both Paul and myself bent over the settee our bare bottoms pointing skywards and us both howling while first Aunty and then Mrs King gave us a sound dose of the horrible straps, Aunty has some red straps that she seems to enjoy using and they give a really nasty sting. I was thinking that sitting down would be impossible for weeks when Aunty picked up her favourite Dragon Cane and started to swish it through the air, if you have never been bent over bare bottom up while a lady is behind you swishing a Cane believe me, Its Scary! We didn’t have long to wait though because Aunty Shan was soon laying hard Cane strokes across our already tender bottoms, one stroke on each cheek for me and then she stepped over to Paul and gave him the same while I had a chance for mine to sink in and the pain to register, she was soon back to me though and by the time we had both received our twelve strokes we were sobbing and pleading for forgiveness but Aunty had one more nasty surprise for us, we thought our ordeal was over until Aunty handed the Dragon Cane to Mrs King and asked her if she would be kind enough to give us her twelve, “Aunty you said twelve with the Cane” I pleaded but she just glared at me and said “Yes boy, twelve from each of us” “So Shut Up” and so we howled and sobbed our way through the final Caning.

When we were allowed to stand and compose ourselves Aunty gave us the usual lecture about not doing it again, learning some manners, not embarrassing her etc, etc but her final words before sending the three of us to bed were the worst of all, she said that if she heard a sound from us she would come up and bring the Tawse with her but she added I will wake you all in the morning nice and early because your final punishment will be twelve strokes of the Tawse each to start the day and to warn you what to expect if I have any reports of trouble about you.

We had to say goodnight to Mrs King and thank her for kindly helping to make us better behaved boys, the three of us then went to bed rubbing our poor tender bottoms and swearing NEVER, EVER to get up to any mischief again. Two hours later has we laid on our tummies and whispered so not to bring Aunty and her Tawse we discussed our trip on Friday and also the fun we could have with the paint, of our plan to practice our graffiti on Aunty Shan’s neighbour Mrs Hastings fence, we owed her some retaliation for getting us into trouble but that is another story which I will tell you later. Unknown to us while we were planning our mischief Aunty was downstairs taking a telephone call from the new Police lady WPC Maitland, it seemed some paint had been stolen from Birchfield farm and had she seen us with any? Aunty put the phone down after assuring the officer that she would keep her eye on us. I wonder, she thought

We went to sleep with hot sore bottoms and dreams of adventures to come; (We wouldn’t get caught) WOULD WE??

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