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Dear Cousin Mordred,

You will be getting the usual official and vetted letter with loads of boring stuff in it. This is the secret one I promised to write when you know what happened. It will be posted by Henry who works in the garden. He charges a lot more than the G.P.O. but says he has to because of the element of risk. I can’t see there is much of a risk because he only accepts letters when there is no one about and the powers on high are highly unlikely to suddenly decide to search him. Richard Hannay he is not.

Anyway, to get to it. Send soft cushions! Jasper and I (remembered to write that and not me and Jasper) thought it would be a good wheeze to have a midnight fry-up. It’s not that they starve us as there’s more suet pudding and custard than even Billy Bunter could want, but a plate of chipolatas with nice crunchy ends is always welcome especially when dipped in the old OK. So chipolatas procured (Henry) we sneaked (to be honest well before midnight) into the house kitchen (or more like kitchenette as they would say in a holiday brochure as it’s a bit poky) and set to setting the sausages a-sizzling (that’s alliteration). We were ready for them when they were done (the smell of them cooking works up your appetite). I had just bitten the end off my third when a familiar voice interrupts our feasting. It was none other than the Gadget attired (as he would say but I wouldn’t) in his dressing gown and pyjamas.

(Probably time for a new paragraph.) My first thought was that I was not going to get to finish the chipolatas. My second thought which came very soon after was that not finishing the chipolatas was the least of my worries.You will know that it is traditional for schoolmasters to ask boys what they are doing when they have caught them red-handed and can see perfectly well what they are doing. The Gadget is hot on tradition and asked us what we were doing. Of course we had to do our bit for tradition too and despite the overwhelming evidence (which included me holding a fork with a chipolata on the end of it) were reluctant to admit that we had been cooking and were now eating chipolatas when we should have been tucked up in bed. To cut a long story short it was eventually agreed that we had been (as the Gadget put as he would) using the kitchen without permission and not (as he didn’t put it) curled up in bed contemplating the nature of the universe.© YLeeCoyote

When the point had been settled he informed us, and no surprise, that he would deal with us in the morning and at what time and where which was break in his study. Whilst he gave no details I had a pretty good how we would be dealt with. Anyway we had to clear up and worst of all consign (as he said) the dear little sausages to the bin.

On the way back to the dorm (Me and Jasper – oops!) Jasper and I touched on the subject of how we would be dealt with. Jasper was in no doubt and said the Gadget would have our bums bare and whack them till they glowed. Whilst I was inclined to think that a little extra supper did not really merit a grand swishing – I mean it’s not like smoking or boozing – I had to agree with Jasper that the Gadget would. Once I was in bed I got to thinking about how (as Jasper put it) the Gadget would have our bums bare and more particularly (not being too keen to think about my own bum being bare to get swished) about watching Jasper get his bare bum roasted. Being the age I am and it’s probably only a phase that got me contemplating the nature of the universe.

At break the next morning we knocked on the Gadget’s door and he called us in as we expected him to since we had an appointment. I had not expected not be caned (I hope that’s not one of those double negatives which are not allowed) but if I had hoped not to be (which I suppose I did though not really if you know what I mean because there’s no point hoping when your hope will be dashed) my hope would have been dashed as there he stood cane in hand. It has to be admitted that it is not likely that a housemaster who has said he will deal with you and when the time comes to be dealt with greets you with a cane in hand will put the cane aside and go all St Francis on you.

When our certain fate was confirmed for certain I felt my bum go tense. It (my bum) had only had the odd powder puff whack with a slipper at prep school. Happy then but very lax I now felt as they had not prepared me for a bare bum beating (more alliteration). The question was was I going to see Jasper caned in comfort (meaning of course me in comfort i.e. bum uncaned) or was I going first. The Gadget pointed the cane at me and then at the floor in front of his desk which meant me to get it first.

Blazer off and on desk. Trousers down obviously as otherwise pants can’t come down. Pants down obviously as otherwise it won’t be bare not in fact that he said it would be but we knew anyway. Over the desk and stretched out and grabbed the other side (and best not to let go he said). Felt draught round bum area. Felt shirt go up. OK so bum bare. OMG my bum’s bare and it’s going to get whacked until it glows! It’s not a dream it’s real.

I knew for certain it really was real when the cane clattered my (and oh didn’t I know it) very bare bum. I mean it had to be real because you could not imagine such exquisite (meaning here intense and not elegant) sting. Of sting I have known it was by far the worst and then some with knobs and bells on and decorated with furbelows. If I had thought at the time (which I didn’t as thought was difficult) I would have said I am become pain which is (as you should agree) both poetical and antiquated. As it was I said a long ah with (as Jasper later told me) quite a fancy trill. Of course the first was just that i.e. the first and not the last. Having had the first I expected the second to be like it but was wrong. I think the correct phrase is that the difference was quantitative rather than qualitative, though it could be the other way round. I’m not sure as I didn’t give that lesson my full attention. Anyway, to cut a long phrase short it stung more. I was not surprised when the next stung even more which made me not look forward at all to the fourth and I was proved right that I ought not to have looked forward to it. I didn’t bother not looking forward to the fifth as I knew there was no point and the amount it stung confirmed it. I would be lying if I said that a voice from afar told me to stand by for the last because it was going to be a crackerjack that would take first prize in a crackerjack competition, but I sort of felt that that was what the previous five were leading up to. They were indeed harbingers (learned in English last week) of untold woe. And that is right because I can’t tell the woe I felt.

When I stood up my bum was a cauldron of seething sting (I hope you appreciate the turn of phrase). I did not know what to do with myself, so it is just as well that the Gadget told me to put my bum away (though he did not quite use those words). Bum put away, I stepped aside and Jasper took my place.

If you had asked me the day before if with my bum a cauldron of seething sting (the phrase is worth repeating) I would have paid rapt attention to Jasper getting his bare bum swished I would have said Aroint thee knave or words to like effect. As it was I did. Pay attention that is. I wanted to go and dunk my bum in a bucket of cold water, but as soon as the Gadget bared Jasper’s bum the urge lost its urgency. I didn’t think Jasper deserved a bum-roasting any more than I did, but when I saw his bum it came over as more than distinctly spherical and (why?) just asking for a good swishing. Of course it got just that and it was interesting (safe word) to watch him get it.

When I saw how high the cane went I was not surprised it packs tremendous sting when it zips into a bare bum. I was too taken up with the sting to pay any attention to whether my bum moved about when it was getting it, but I was beginning to think it may have done when I saw the way Jasper’s bum went haywire. Did that bum move? It tripped the light fantastic as Aunty Elspeth would say though I never heard her say it to refer to a bum in motion. I have seen the odd bum wiggle a bit (haven’t we all?) but never seen one thrust up and down and twist and turn like Japser’s.

Not wishing Jasper had got more but it was all over too soon. In case you’re wondering, no, we didn’t get to dunk our bums in a bucket of cold water. No time as the next lesson had already started. Anyway no buckets handy. Natch since he thinks he’s a great wit the Vole asks if the Gadget got to the bottom of the matter to which we mumbled he had. That not being enough he goes on and says no doubt the bare facts were revealed.

The rest of the morning was no Listen with Mother as we sat not comfortably. Lunch came and with it Jasper and I (hooray!) found a quiet corner and had a quick shufti at each other’s bums each whistling at the Gadget’s handiwork which though it pained us to say it had to be admired for its precision. I casually asked if my bum may have moved about a bit at which Jasper guffawed and said it went like the proverbial. He did not say proverbial what. I felt free to respond that his bum had (to quote Aunty Eslpeth again) tripped the light fantastic which news had him drop his ts and ps again and wriggle his bum. I expect it’s our age and probably only a phase but that got us both contemplating the nature of the universe.

Later at tea Chipper observed (he’s always observing and always correctly) that it was invariably the case that a chap who got swished got swished again. Not good news from the reliable Chipper. Jasper did a survey which confirmed that Chipper (may he be next to be swished since he’s never had it and could do with it twice for never being wrong) was right. Glum at first, we soon cheered up. We decided that if we were going to get it again it might as well be for something worthwhile.

Any suggestions?

Your cousin,
Arthur

P.S. Sorry about all the brackets.

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