The following story is fiction about public strapping. The story contains a humiliating scene of strapping (tawsing) in a school. If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
Please note that St. Andrew's Day (November 30) is a bank holiday in Scotland but not in England, Wales nor Northern Ireland. It has been celebrated there for a millennium. Also, I have made the headmaster a bigot but that is not to imply that is the norm.
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A Red Rather than a Blue Flag for St. Andrew’s Day
Clyde MacRath became a half-orphan at the tender age of twelve short years. Suffice to say it was a deeply felt tragic lost. A year later his mother married Mr. Chatburn who became his stepfather. To Clyde’s horror he was an Englishman and, even worse, he soon relocated his new family to a small town in the south of England. Mr. Chatburn, however, understood that the laddie would keep his bio-father’s name.
It was an absolutely glorious November 30 when the laddie arose. He just loved St. Andrew's Day – a joyous national bank holiday with great celebrations. He was alone in the house for his mother had returned to Scotland to be with her hospitalized sister for her operation and his stepfather had not yet returned from the previous day’s business trip. At almost fourteen they considered him mature enough to stay a weekday alone especially with school to occupy his time.
Clyde took his time with both breakfast and then dressing up for his homeland’s national day in his kilt and all. With great expectation he proceeded to the town center for whatever celebrations the strange English folks might have. Clyde was terribly disappointed that all was normal. Well, like a normal English weekday not a great holiday.
Clyde was quite confused as he stood in the town square with nary a sign of even a thought of a celebration. He was flummoxed. Suddenly, he heard his name. Looking around he saw a master from his school. “MacRath you should be in class now, boy. Come with me.”
“But, Sir, it is St. Andrew's Day – a holiday.”© YLeeCoyote
“Yes, this is St. Andrew's Day but not a bank holiday and most certainly not a school holiday. Come along quickly, boy, you have missed half a day of school.”
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It was not even two hours later in the school assembly when Headmaster Fforde-Lutter called him forward to the stage. The Head then explained to the school that “MacRath was a TRUANT who was so brazen as to prance about in the town square during school hours in a bizarre costume. Now he is out of uniform. These are two serious offences calling for six-of-the-best each however, since the limit is nine for his form, that is what he shall receive here and now.”
There was quite a murmur rippling through the assembled students.
The Head continued. “Since MacRath is new to England, rather than a cane I shall use this.” and he held up something. “MacRath explain what this is to your fellow students.”
Clyde looked at what the Head was holding up and gulped. “It is a tawse, Sir. It is used in Scotland like the cane is used here.”
“MacRath bend over that chair and grip the front legs. Don’t get up until I tell you may or you will be awarded extras.” The Head made a fuss to get the laddie into position even making him spread his feet further apart than normal. “Normally, you would have to lower your trousers and get it on your pants covered bum but in your case we shall just lift your kilt like it was skirt.” The Head then proceeded to do exactly that even tucking it under the laddie’s belt.
It was then that the students learnt the truth about the Scots going regimental, by eschewing pants under their kilts. Not only was the school body to be treated to a punishment but a bare bum one. There would be talk for days about whether or not MacRath’s naughty bits were showing as his bum transformed from its usual white to pink to red to crimson thanks to the genuine “H” Lochgelly tawse the Head used with excessive pleasure and vigor. Afterwards there was much talk among the students about how hard the Head had been while he was taswing the laddie.
Head Fforde-Lutter made MacRath remain in that exposed position for the entire assembly.
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