That'll Teach 'Em
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Busted
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,485
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Busted. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
That'll Teach 'Em
"Stupid boy! Get to the front!"
Charlie swallowed hard. He'd failed his Latin exam, and to make it worse, he was the only one in the class who had failed.
"Hurry up!" The teacher yelled.
He cringed. He walked up to the front, his head low. "Sir, I.."
"SILENCE!"
Charlie nodded. He turned around and pressed his hands on the table, and bent over a little.
"Fool." He heard his teacher say, before he felt Sir's strong hand push him forward. His front was now laid flat on the table. He gulped and braced himself.
"Seven." Sir said.
A loud cracking noise was heard, it almost drowned out Charlie's surprised cry.
"Six."
Another loud cracking noise sounded. A quiet pause followed. The class stared in disbelief as they heard Charlie's helpless whimpers, and saw streams of tears roll down his face.
"Five."
"GOD! STOP!" Cried Charlie, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
"Stupid boy! That's an extra three for your insolence!"
Charlie bit down on his sleeve. That terrible pain struck him again, and the same noise followed. He looked up over his arm, and saw his classmates staring in horror as they saw Charlie's face twist with pain.
"Seven."
The nestnest cane hurt most. He was used to getting caned, but only on the palm of his hand. It was only very recently that this new method had been introduced.No mNo more.. Please..' he thought to himself, as another lash was issued.
"Six."
He spread his fingers on the table, and ground his nails in, scratching away the wax, which curled underneath his nails.
"Five."
It was unbearably painful. It felt as if his teacher had struck blood. Perhaps he had.
"Four."
Thank God, it'd all be over soon. He couldn\ake ake it any more. And the worst part of it all was.. He was getting kind of turne by by it.
"Three."
His back arched. He was sure his teacher was enjoying it too, or else he wouldn't've added those extra lashes.
"Two."
He had to bite his lip to prevent himself from groaning. He liked what was happening, but he couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't take the chance of making a noise, that would just aggravate Sir.. And he knew Sir liked his pupils silent.
"And the last.."
And with one last whack of the spindly cane, it was over.
Charlie stood vertical and wiped his eyes, and uneasily staggered back to his seat.
"And tomorrow, Mr. Simpson.." the teacher said as he looked down his nose at the boy "I expect you to passt tet test."
Charlie swallowed hard. He'd failed his Latin exam, and to make it worse, he was the only one in the class who had failed.
"Hurry up!" The teacher yelled.
He cringed. He walked up to the front, his head low. "Sir, I.."
"SILENCE!"
Charlie nodded. He turned around and pressed his hands on the table, and bent over a little.
"Fool." He heard his teacher say, before he felt Sir's strong hand push him forward. His front was now laid flat on the table. He gulped and braced himself.
"Seven." Sir said.
A loud cracking noise was heard, it almost drowned out Charlie's surprised cry.
"Six."
Another loud cracking noise sounded. A quiet pause followed. The class stared in disbelief as they heard Charlie's helpless whimpers, and saw streams of tears roll down his face.
"Five."
"GOD! STOP!" Cried Charlie, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
"Stupid boy! That's an extra three for your insolence!"
Charlie bit down on his sleeve. That terrible pain struck him again, and the same noise followed. He looked up over his arm, and saw his classmates staring in horror as they saw Charlie's face twist with pain.
"Seven."
The nestnest cane hurt most. He was used to getting caned, but only on the palm of his hand. It was only very recently that this new method had been introduced.No mNo more.. Please..' he thought to himself, as another lash was issued.
"Six."
He spread his fingers on the table, and ground his nails in, scratching away the wax, which curled underneath his nails.
"Five."
It was unbearably painful. It felt as if his teacher had struck blood. Perhaps he had.
"Four."
Thank God, it'd all be over soon. He couldn\ake ake it any more. And the worst part of it all was.. He was getting kind of turne by by it.
"Three."
His back arched. He was sure his teacher was enjoying it too, or else he wouldn't've added those extra lashes.
"Two."
He had to bite his lip to prevent himself from groaning. He liked what was happening, but he couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't take the chance of making a noise, that would just aggravate Sir.. And he knew Sir liked his pupils silent.
"And the last.."
And with one last whack of the spindly cane, it was over.
Charlie stood vertical and wiped his eyes, and uneasily staggered back to his seat.
"And tomorrow, Mr. Simpson.." the teacher said as he looked down his nose at the boy "I expect you to passt tet test."