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 The next story is for adults only, and not suitable for minors.

   The story deals with male children subjected to harsh punishment, nudity
and humiliation.  Those who don't like these topics should stop the reading
now.

   The author does not approve nor condone abuse on children.  It is
immoral and illegal.

   The story is totally fictitious.







   Because of the hard winter.

   "Steep Hills" was a village near the frontier between civilization and
little explored new territories.  The life there wasn't as hard as in other
places and have some of the luxuries of big cities, but wasn't considered a
good place to raise kids, so the families prefer to go to another sites. 
That is why the village had a school age children population of only 38
kids, (23 girls, and 15 boys) and a single room school for all.

   Taming and teach 38 full of energy kids, the youngest 5 years, the
oldest 13, wasn't exactly easy, but the teacher, Mrs.  Ghlan has a good
record on teaching and keeping discipline.  That woman was convinced of the
virtues of the ruler as a tool of punishment, and although she usually
spared or soften the punishment on girls, boys received the full blows when
she thought they deserved.  Because of this several boys knew very well the
surface of Mrs.  Ghlan desk, where the kids have to lean their torsos, to
display the bottom to the tool.  In other schools, some kids laughed when a
mate was punished.  Mrs.  Ghlan kept an eye in her class during the
disciplining and any kid that showed in the face other expression than
horror was invited to share the punishment.

   Some of the farmers of the zone needed extra help of their kids during
some times at year.  So, if a kid got absent, Mrs.  Ghlan looked if the kid
was sick or helping with chores.  If the kid just skipped the school for
fun, the kid can be sure to receive extra-strength discipline next day,
adding to the punishment provided by the father.

   That year the winter was extremely hard.  During part of that winter
most of the students attended regularly, but as the mercury lowered, more
of them, especially the children of farmers, had to stop going, isolated in
their homes.  And for some days, even Mrs.  Ghlan had to agree to close the
school and keep the children indoors.

   When the milder climate returned, it wasn't strange to Mrs.  Ghlan, that
almost all the kids, but especially the boys, were a little wild.  Because
of the forced isolation, the kids were overcharged with the energy they
couldn't dissipate on their games, hungry of movement, bored.  So Mrs. 
Ghlan put her ruler to the use, regaining control very soon.  Some boys
began to complain their bottoms were in pain continuously.

   The children were free to play as they want during a brief recess. 
During one of those recesses, some of the restless boy tied a rope around
the yard latrine, as a joke.  A little later the boys began to play with
the rope, game that was halted when the latrine, unable to stand the force
of the boys, collapsed and fell, turning in a pile of debris around a black
hole.

   The boys, still with the rope between their hands, froze, as the girls
got surprised, too.  Mrs.  Ghlan got very upset and ordered all the
children to return to the classroom.  A brief interrogatory let clear that
the boys were to blame for the destruction.  Mrs.  Ghlan first intention
was to punish, as never, all the boys, with her trusty rule, but a little
later, she got a better idea.

   She got the children busy with word problems, as she began to write 15
letters.  When finished she began another lesson, without said a single
word about the latrine.  The boys thought the worst had passed.

   But at time to return home, she handed in the sealed envelopes.  The
letters were addressed to the fathers of the boys.  When the boy had a
sister, no matter she was younger than him, the letter was handed to her.
The other boys were handed yours.  All children received the instruction to
deliver the letter directly to the father.  They would return, next day,
another envelope, sealed by the father, with his signature in the outside.
No boy would be allowed to enter school, without that envelope, and she
would, personally, visit the house of any boy who failed to return the
envelope, to talk directly to that father.  The boys didn't know what that
was, but were sure nothing good can came from that.

   Next day, the way some boys walked, indicated Mrs.  Ghlan some had
already received a dose of punishment.  All the envelopes returned.  Some
hours before exit time, the woman explained the envelopes.

   Next day, the girls would receive a holiday.  They wouldn't attend
school that Friday, only the boys.  The letters were to explain the trouble
to the fathers and to ask for a permit to punish them as appropriate.  That
evening the boys would recollect branches to do birches the size their
fathers approved.  Or they would take school the one their fathers used on
them.  Mrs.  Ghlan warned the boys that if the birch of a boy was thinner
than the birch she would elaborate, the bigger birch would be utilized on
him.  In the morning of the next day the boys would be subjected to a harsh
birching, due to their misbehaving.  The younger would receive fewer blows,
the older more.  Later, all they would work to reconstruct the latrine.

   Mrs.  Ghlan examined the pale faces of the boys and the smiling faces of
the girls, before announced the boys, she had requested the help of their
fathers to be sure they will arrive school on time next day, by hauling
them, if needed.  No one would be able to escape punishment.  And poor of
the boy who tried to fight the punishment.

   The climate of that evening was not so cold, and as Mrs.  Ghlan were
looking for branches, she saw several boys that were doing the same.

   Next morning, since early, the school was ready, the windows blocked by
dark paper, and the material for the latrine in a pile.  Mrs.  Ghlan along
with the caretaker, if she needed help, received the boys, carrying their
birches, some effectively being dragged by the arms, by their fathers. 
Those men thanked the woman to take the work of discipline the boys.  Some
faces showed the trails of tears, perhaps from a fight not to be punished.
Soon, the boys were taken inside and the door locked with key.

   With the boys in their usual place, she ordered them to put their
birches in their desks.  The birches were almost all of the same size.

   -We will proceed, children: remove all your clothes.  - She ordered.

   The boys gasped and began to saw each other, incredulous.

   -Remove them, now!  - She ordered again.  - If not, you will be stripped
by force and suffer extra punishment!  The kids hesitated and then, slowly,
one by one, began to unbutton their coats.  They were surprised.  A woman
shouldn't see them naked.  It was impossible.

   The smaller children finished undressing first.  After all, there were
few years since their mothers dressed and undressed them.  But they, and
the older boys, kept wearing their long underwear.  The boys of rich
families wore white long underwear, other few boys wore pink flannel ones,
and the rest used the common grey.  And she saw a few ones that padded
their underwear.

   -I said remove all your clothes!  Obey now!  The kids hesitated again,
until Mrs.  Ghlan took her birch.  They began to remove their underwear,
slowly, some with tears of frustration running on their cheeks.  The
caretaker got and folded the clothes as the boys finished undressing.  They
were standing there, with their hands over the groin, pale, shaking of fear
and cold, the stove of the school was unlighted.

   -Carl, come here, boy.  With your birch.  - She said to the oldest boy,
a 12 year skinny boy.

   The boy, shaking, covering his thing with a hand and the birch in the
other, walked toward Mrs.  Ghlan desk.

   -Let me see your birch.  - She said, taking it from the boy.  It was a
thick, good birch.  That was good: it will hit more hard.

   -Lean on the desk, boy.  - She ordered.  The boy obeyed without a word.

   -You are the oldest and should be an example for your younger mates.  12
blows for you.  - She said.

   -Mrs.  Ghlan!  That is too...  - The boy tried to say.

   -Slap!  The first blow fell on the buttocks.  The boy gasped and moaned.

   -Ahh!  - The boy jumped and closed his eyes.  The blows would be getting
harder and harder.

   -Slap!  Ahh!  Slap!  Auu!  Slap!  Ahhh!  Slap!  Ahh!  Slap!  Ouch! 
-Slap!  Please no more, Mrs...  - Tried to say the kid.  His buttocks were
already on fire, and tears run down.

   -Slap!  Aii!  Slap!  Aii!  No more, please...  Slap!  Aiie!  Slap!  Ahh!
Slap!  Aiie!  Slap!  Aiie!  No more...  Mrs.  Ghlan stopped, hearing the
boy sobbing and moaning and looking at the reddening of the buttocks.

   -Good.  Get up, now, boy.  - She ordered.  The boy moved slowly,
moaning. - Now, go and kneel in the corner.  Carl walked slowly to the
corner and did kneel.  Lean his head on the wall and kept sobbing.

   The classroom was completely silent, except for the sobbing of the boy.
Mrs.  Ghlan looked at the boys.  One was done, fourteen to go.

   -Walter.  Your turn.  The eleven year old walked to the front, already
sobbing and lean in the desk at the woman order.

   -Eleven for you, Walter.  - She said.

   -Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!...  After Walter kneeled next to the wall,
it was the time for Steven, eleven years, too.  But this boy needed more
work.  Sobbing, refused to stand and only the threat of more punish, made
him move.  At the first blow, he jumped of the desk and cuddled on a
corner, crying and begging, rejecting Mrs.  Ghlan.  The caretaker took the
kid from the neck, made him lay flat mouth down over the desk, with his
arms extended, and using a rope, tied his wrists and knees to the legs of
the desk.

   -That was bad, Steven.  You will have 10 more and 5 more for resisting.
- The child began to cry harder.  - And two more for being so loud.  -Slap!
Slap!  Slap!  Slap!...  Steven was retired from the desk and made kneel,
still tied.  Turn for James, 10 years, who had understood what will happen
with him.

   -Well, James.  The boys said you began the play.  - She told, to the boy
leaning on the desk.  - Don't lie to me.  Did you do that?  -No, Mrs. 
Ghlan...  I mean...  yes.  I did that.  But I didn't do it in purpose -
Said the boy, shaking.

   -Well, honestly save you for some blows, but you still deserve the
biggest punishment.  20 for you.  - The boy began to sob.

   -Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!  Slap!...  Mrs.  Ghlan verified by herself
that the majority of the boys were regularly punished, watching bruises and
scars on buttocks, thighs and back.

   John, 9 years, was one of the boys that padded their underwear.  He and
the others receive 4 extra for that.

   -Bad, John.  You ask for more punishment.  -So...  sorry, Mrs.  Ghlan. -
Say the boy, sobbing.

   -There will be 13 for that.  - She said, calmly.

   Benny, 8 years, presented a thin birch and vowed his father did approve
it.

   -What are we going to do with you, Benny?  - Asked the woman to the
petrified boy.  - I know.  Eight blows with MY birch and four more with
YOUR birch.  The three last boys, five and six years, received a relatively
light punishment, although the caretaker had to hold them to avoid their
squirming.

   Once the classroom returned to silence the boys were allowed to put on
their underwear and shoes and were taken outside to rebuild the latrine. 
As the boys complain about the cold, the man advised them to work faster.
The same man did walk around the kids giving blows with another birch when
thought a kid was not moving fast enough.

   Mrs.  Ghlan stayed inside, resting her hands.

   The latrine was finished in record time.  Then, the caretaker showed the
boys cans of paint and 15 brushes.  When they asked why many brushes, some
of they had to paint the latrine and the others had to paint the classroom
inside and outside.  That was a chore the boys didn't expect.  Mrs.  Ghlan
wanted to show the girls a new paint finish the next Monday.

   With their buttocks in pain, tired, hungry, cold and decorated with
paint stains, the boys wanted the evening to arrive to return to their
houses.

   At last, Mrs.  Ghlan did stand up.  The boys did the same.

   -Remove your underwear again.  Time for the second and final punishment.
- She said calmly.

   The boys moaned at the same time.  Crying, they had to get naked again.

   All they were sobbing before receiving the second punishment.  And the
caretaker had to tie all them.  Blows of a birch over fresh bruises of
another birching are very painful.

   Finally, the boys were allowed to initiate the long return to their
homes.

   For a long time after the birching, the girls kept teasing the boys. 
And for a long time, too, the peace and obedience of the boys were
impeccable.

   Mrs.  Ghlan was proud of that, but sometimes she wanted the boys to do
another great destruction, to apply them another punishment...

   The end.

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