Sixth-former spanked over the knee
“PIP-PIP-PLEASE don’t”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Pip-pip-please, Bolsover!”
“And that!” said Bolsover major of the Remove in tones
of profound and intense disgust. “That’s in the Sixth Form!”
Harry Wharton looked out of the common-room at
Greyfriars as he heard the quavering tones of Coker minor, and the loud,
bullying voice of Bolsover.
There was a crowd of juniors in the passage, and
Bolsover, the bully of the Remove, towered head and shoulders over most of
them. In the midst of the grinning crowd stood Reggie Coker – Coker minor of
the Sixth!
Reggie Coker was very little older than the juniors
round him, and he was smaller in size than most of them. It really wasn’t his
fault that he was in the Sixth Form at an age when other fellows were in the
Fourth or the Shell. He couldn’t help being an abnormally clever youth – any
more than his big brother Horace could help being several sorts of a duffer.
But a good many of the juniors didn’t like it. They thought it was like Coker minor’s
cheek to be in the Sixth. There were fellows – fags in the Third Form – who
could have licked him with one hand. And yet he was in the Sixth – the top form
in the school – a kid who couldn’t hold his own at games, or in the gym, or
with the gloves on. And the fact that Coker minor was a good-tempered and
inoffensive fellow made some of the juniors only the more ready to rag him.
“That!” said Bolsover, pointing derisively at Reggie
Coker, “That’s in the Sith! Listen to him – ‘Pip-pip-please don’t’ – Ha, ha,
ha!”
“I wish you’d let me alone Bolsover!” said Reggie
Coker plaintively. “I haven’t done anything to you, have I?”
“The Sixth ought to be proud of him – I don’t think!”
grinned Skinner, of the Remove. “He’s a credit to them!”
Reggie Coker looked round helplessly at the circle of
grinning faces, and wished devoutly that his big brother Horace would come down
the passage. Horace Coker – Coker major – wasn’t blessed with brains like his
young brother. He was only in the Fifth, and it was whispered at Greyfriars
that he would still have been in the Shell if his Aunt Judy had not come down
to the school and fairly bullied the Head into giving him his remove. But Coker
major, though he wasn’t a genius like Reggie, was big and burly and powerful,
and always ready for a fight – qualities that conduced more to comfort at
Greyfriars than any amount of intellect.
Reggie Coker made an effort to push through the ring.
But Skinner pushed him back, and Coker minor did not even have resolution
enough to hit Skinner.
“P-p-please let me pass!” he murmured
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Oh, we’re not done with you yet!” chuckled Bolsover
major. “Don’t blub, my darling; we’re not going to hurt you!”
“I wasn’t going to blub, you cad!” exclaimed Coker
fiercely.
“Hallo! The little beast’s got a temper, has he?”
exclaimed Bolsover, in surprise. “What did you call me?”
“I called you a cad, and so you are!” said Coker
minor. “And if I were big enough, I’d give you a jolly good hiding!”
“Hear, hear!” sang out Bob Cherry. “Good for you,
Reggie!”
Bolsover frowned.
“Well, you can’t give me a hiding, but I’m going to
give you a licking!” he said.
Harry Wharton pushed his way forward. Wharton was
captain of the Remove, and this was not the first time he had interfered to
stop Bolsover’s bullying.
“Cheese it, Bolsover,” he said quietly. “You don’t
want to hit a kid like that.”
Bolsover glared at him.
“You mind your own business,” he said. “The little cad
has cheeked me, and I’m going to spank him!”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
The juniors roared at the idea. Spanking a member of
the Sixth was a new amusement. And Sixth-Former as Coker was, it was certainly
quite easy for Bolsover to spank him if he chose.
“Let him alone,” said Harry Wharton. “What do you want
to be such a beastly bully for, Bolsover?”
“Rats!” said Bolsover. “I’m not going to hurt him. I’m
going to spank him – I’ve never spanked a Sixth-Former before.”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“It will be one up against the Sixth too!” grinned
Bolsover. “Now, Reggie come on – come to your uncle!”
“I – I – Let me
alone!” howled Reggie Coker, as Bolsover seized him in his powerful grasp. “I –
I – Please don’t, Bolsover!”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
Harry Wharton hesitated, undecided whether to
interfere or not. That he would chip in of Bolsover hurt the little
Sixth-Former he was determined. But so long as it was only a harmless ragging,
he was not called upon to do so. Coker minor was slung across Bolsover’s knee,
amid roars of laughter from the juniors. Bolsover sat on the oaken bench in the
passage. Reggie kicked up his legs wildly, and squirmed in the powerful grasp
of the Remove bully. He was not so much afraid of being hurt as of the terrible
indignity of being spanked in public by a junior boy! A Sixth-Former spanked by
a boy in the Lower Fourth! It was too awful – but there did not seem to be any
help for it.
“Go it, Bolsover!”
“Spank him!”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
A big burly fellow came down the passage from the
other end as Coker minor wriggled on Bolsover’s knees, and the Remove bully
raised his large, heavy hand to administer the first spank.
“Hallo, you kids, what are you making all this row
about?,” he exclaimed.
“Hallo, hallo, hallo!” yelled Bob Cherry. “Here’s
Coker of the Fifth!”
“Yes, here I am!” said Horace Coker. “And you kids had
better make a bit less row or – why – what – Reggie!”
Coker seemed turned to stone for a moment as he caught
sight of his young brother, squirming and wriggling on Bolsover’s knees.
Bolsover’s heavy hand came down – smack!
There was a yell of anguish from Reggie.
Then Horace Cocker gave a roar like a bull, and rushed
forward. His grasp was on Bolsover in a moment. Reggie rolled on the floor,
gasping – and Bolsover whisked round in the herculean grasp of Horace Coker.
Biff, biff, biff, biff!
Cocker major was hitting out terrifically.
Bolsover roared and struggled.
He was a big and powerful fellow, more than a match
for most fellows in the Remove, the Fourth and the Shell, but he was not by any
means the equal of Coker major of the Fifth. Coker of the Fifth was a great
fighting man, and was popularly reputed to be able to lick anybody in the Fifth
or Sixth, excepting Wingate. Certainly he made short work of Bolsover. The
bully of the Remove simply did not have a look-in. He had plenty of pluck, and
he put up a gallant fight, but Coker wiped the floor with him. And the crowd of
Removites looked on with undiminished cheerfulness. They had been amused by the
ragging of Coker minor, and they were far from displeased by the licking
Bolsover was getting.
It was so seldom that the bully of the Remove was
licked that he was badly in need of it – and now he was getting it.
“Ow! Rescue!” roared Bolsover at last. “Pile in,
Remove!”
Coker had quite licked him. Now Coker had sat down on
the oaken bench, and dragged Bolsover across his knees, just as the little
Sixth-Former had been dragged over Bolsover’s knees. And Coker’s heavy hand
rose and fell.
Smack, smack, smack!
Bolsover was getting the spanking now.
“Rescue! Ow, ow, ow! Rescue!” yelled Bolsover
“Ha, ha, ha!”
And Reggie Coker chirruped!
“Go it, Horace! Thump him, Horace! ha, ha, ha!”
Smack, smack, smack!
“There,” gasped Coker major, pitching Bolsover off his
knees at last. “That’s a lesson for you. You’ll learn in time to leave my minor
alone! Come on, Reggie!”
And Coker of the Fifth walked away with his minor.
Bolsover limped away scowling, followed by loud
chuckles.
Words and picture extracted from Good old Coker by Frank
Richards, The Magnet, 27 December 1913, available
to download here.
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