Category: Child
Greek theatre
Subject: SSC 2004 Category: Child M/m Greek theatre by Andrew Jesmond (476 words) ............................................................... Copyright © 2004 Andrew Jesmond. All Rights Reserved. Free distribution via electronic media is permitted, so long as the proper copyright attribution is maintained, the title remains unchanged, and the text is not modified in any way. No other form of publication is allowed without the written consent of the author being obtained in advance. This document contains material of an ADULT nature; you read it at your own risk. If you are under 18, or not interested in this kind of material, you should stop reading now; it is not written for you. Anything which you choose to find offensive is your own problem. The story is intended to depict the positive, consensual discipline of a minor in a traditional historical setting. The text is offered for entertainment purposes only, and the values embedded in it do not necessarily represent the viewpoint of the author. All characters are fictional and any perceived, apparent or accidental resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. ............................................................... The story is set in England in the nineteen sixties. ............................................................... The air in the private side of the school smelt of vintage port, cane oil and ancient leather bindings. Fourteen-year-old Christopher Somerby made his way along the wide, silent corridor of the north wing towards the rooms of his Greek master, Dr Margotson. In his hand was his Greek exercise book. The book was empty. Christopher had not done his prep. He found the door in its ornate Tudor doorcase, knocked softly and entered. A minute later, after a tense exchange, Christopher's bottom was bare and stretched tight over a dais chair, and Dr Margotson was curling a lively cane onto the roundest parts of his rump. The strokes were skilful, crisp and fleshy. The boy had difficulty holding still. After the twelfth stroke, the cane stopped and the room became quiet again. On the bookshelves, the old books went back to sleep. Christopher stood up, lifted his legs slowly up and down, flexed his buttocks, blinked away the beginning of tears, and turned round to face his Greek master. "Thank you, Sir. I deserved that. I'll do the prep tonight and you'll have it first thing tomorrow morning." "You will do it tonight, Somerby, and it will be done well, and I will have it tomorrow morning before first school, and I will mark it closely." "Yes, Sir." Christopher rubbed his bottom. His rump felt like raw steak hissing on a gridiron. "And, young pupil, I want you to agree to something. As this is the third time this term that you have failed, without good reason, to produce your Greek prep on time, I want you to agree with me that triple corrections should be applied in this case." Triple corrections meant that for each mistake Christopher made in his Greek prep, he would receive three strokes of the correction rod on his bare bottom. "I agree, Sir." "I'm very disappointed with you, Somerby. You are an intelligent, personable and well-bred boy. I have to say that I expected better." "Sorry, Sir." Christopher pulled up his pants and trousers, tucked in his shirt, straightened his tie and put on his jacket. "You may go, Somerby." "Yes, Sir." The boy shook hands with Dr Margotson and left, closing the door quietly behind him. Austere portraits of old schoolmasters watched him from the walls as he walked along the corridor, hands gingerly massaging life back into his soundly-beaten backside. Christopher Somerby liked Greek, and he liked Dr Margotson, and he would have liked to have been able to do his Greek prep last night. But he had had a prior engagement. He had a meeting in the costume store of the school's Greek theatre. The meeting was with Dr Margotson's thirteen-year-old daughter, Elizabeth. It had been his first experience of sex with a girl. And he was looking forward to seeing young Elizabeth Margotson again tonight. ............................................................... Copyright © 2004 Andrew Jesmond. AJ3000 at btopenworld dot com ...............................................................
Alex Birch email
I thought this story was a great example of horses for courses. The story is of an English school and I would guess the writer too is English because it had a kind of 'mannered' air which fitted the surroundings perfectly. I thought it was nicely and 'quietly' styled if that makes sense. There were no dramatics, no appeals just a dignified acceptance by master and pupil of the inevitable and which rang very convincingly in a school of its type. I liked the ending..for once truly a case , had the good doctor known the truth, of 'this will hurt me more than it hurts you'
Hal email
A delightful story. I feel sure that this is not the first, and it sure is not the last story that I have read by this author. I could be wrong. I enjoyed the word pictures that this writer created for me. I can see the "Austere portraits of old schoolmasters". They reminded me of my high school days. I can still remember the picture of Brother Cory hanging in the hall way. He looked so nice in that picture. But he put the fear of God in me and the rest of the students in his class. Now we are left to wonder how many errors poor little Christopher made in his prep that night. Was it before of after he had his meeting with Elizabeth. I think in either case, this brain was going to be on something besides Greek prep. I look forward to reading a lot more by this author. Thanks for letting me review this one.
SirHal
Tami email
I do believe the boy has two loves. One temporary and the other permanent for the rest of his life I gather. Sometimes the deed does out weigh the cost, and sometimes it just doesn't matter. Nicely written.
tamishy