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雷蒙德屠夫是一个14岁的大男孩，他生活在两个世界里，在一方面他自然非常希望像与他同龄的年轻人一样但在另一方面他守旧的父母在处事风格和外表是非常守旧的，差不多是维多利亚风格的，这自然导致了很多对抗。他想表现得像那些同龄人一样，以便在他们眼中不像一个女孩，但他的父母会经常把他的行为看作是十足的调皮，并且只会有一个结果，因为他的父母认同传统惩罚。每当他的父亲命令他到客厅，雷蒙德屠夫就知道他将要泪满面了。他爸爸在客厅的抽屉和壁柜中保存了很多惩罚工具，像拖鞋，藤条，皮带，鞭子等，但如果雷蒙德屠夫足够幸运，他也许会以一次手打屁股结束惩罚。
一天在他的学校，大多数的学生都在罢课，他们对学校正餐十分恼火以至于他们中的大多数不打算参加下午的课。雷蒙德屠夫不打算参加一点如此激进的活动，如果他这么做并且消息让爸爸知道了，就像它几乎肯定会有的，然后他在家会遇到麻烦。第二天，他受到了一些比自己低一年级的男孩子的嘲笑。他被叫各种名字，包括一个没骨气的幻想，一个娘娘腔的男生和软弱无能的人。虽然他不倾向于任何形式的暴力，但这些嘲笑最终让他的怒气达到了顶峰。他握紧了自己的拳头并快速打向了离自己最近的人。那个男孩向后飞去并倒在了地上，然后很快爬起来跑掉了，一只手揉着眼睛，校服上沾满了尘土。
“哦我的上帝！”他对自己说，“我究竟做了什么！”
他不能再选择一个更坏的受害者了，因为汤米通泰的母亲是雷蒙德屠夫母亲的好朋友，每个周六布彻女士都会为他的朋友们在自己家举办一个咖啡清晨。大约十二个女士会参加并且在她们喝咖啡时交谈，吃些奶油蛋糕。汤米已经在那个周五下午跑回家到他的父母那里，迫不及待的向他们展示他肿了的眼睛。汤米的爸爸给雷蒙德屠夫的爸爸打电话了！布彻先生保证雷蒙德屠夫会受到重处。然后布彻先生和他妻子商量。
“我知道你和我一样相信打屁股，亲爱的，”他说，“但我有时想，这是否真的对他管用，如果管用的话我就不会需要这么经常的打他屁股了。”
“你建议我什么呢，亲爱的？”布彻夫人问道。
“我想在这也许一些问题是是我独自把他带到客厅中。我这样做免去他更多的羞辱！他得到了痛苦，是的。但这就是全部。他得到了很少甚至没有耻辱，他知道只有我见过他可裤子被脱下，眼泪从脸上流下来。我开始考虑他也需要一些羞耻。”
“你的意思说我也尽到一个家长的责任？”
“不仅仅是这些，这是我已经有的想法！”
布彻先生而后认真的解释了他的计划。他的妻子欣赏她听到的并且已经同意了他的想法。雷蒙德屠夫比平常晚了四十分钟到家，主要是因为他害怕回家，预计他的父亲会直接将他带入客厅上生气的一课，并且给他一个火辣的凳子。他父亲确实把他带入了客厅，他说了他的暴乱的行为，然后吃惊地事发生了！
“我不打算今晚惩罚你，雷蒙德屠夫。但剩下的保证明天执行。”
雷蒙德屠夫奇怪这为什么和常规相背。他认为这是为了让他整夜出冷汗。确实有这方面的乐音，但却不是推迟一晚的主要原因。星期六早晨早饭过后，一杯茶和烤面包片是雷蒙德屠夫能够吃得，他爸爸告诉他穿上校服并呆在他的房间中直到他被送走。十点半时，布彻先生打开了雷蒙德屠夫的房门， 告诉他下楼到厨房中。
“你母亲的朋友在这里向用咖啡，”他父亲宣布，“你要到客厅为你昨天打了通泰女士的儿子向她道歉。别忘了先敲门。现在去吧。”
确实是这样。他将会在所有女人面前想汤米的母亲道歉。他敲门并将头转向门，女士们围坐在屋中喝咖啡吃蛋糕。
“进来并关上门，雷蒙德屠夫”布彻女士说，“去为你昨天想汤米做的事向通泰女士道歉，调皮的男孩。”
通泰女士，当然，就在屋子的另一边。希望地板打开并将自己吞下，他得走过所有女士，所有人大笑着，表现出她们都在享受他遇到的窘境。雷蒙德屠夫尽力避免他和任何人对视。他走到了讨论中的女士的面前。
“我，我，我很抱歉昨天对汤米所做的，通泰女士。”他结结巴巴的说出来，看着地下。
“如果你真的这样想，就在说话的时候看着我，男孩。”通泰女士回答。
“我，我，我很抱歉昨天对汤米所做的，通泰女士。”雷蒙德屠夫重复说，这次看着通泰女士的眼睛。
通泰女士看着布彻女士。
“我不希望他仅仅以一个道歉逃脱惩罚，珍妮特！我会接受如果他像打我孩子那样接受适当的惩罚。”
“他当然会。”布彻女士回答说，“他会被打屁股。”
雷蒙德屠夫的脸红得像甜菜根。难道他需要在所有女性面前这么做吗？更坏的事情向他来了。
“没有时间像现在一样了，”他母亲说，“过来，雷蒙德屠夫。”
雷蒙德屠夫几乎不能相信他的耳朵。当然他不会在这么多傻笑的女人面前被打光屁股，但这次这些傻笑的女人就在这。她们并不假装她们不享受他的窘境。他不违抗他的母亲，他温顺的向她母亲走去，然后下一件吃惊的事来了。
“将你的夹克脱掉，将他们放到桌子上，然后脱下你的裤子和内裤，雷蒙德屠夫！快点！”
雷蒙德屠夫脱掉夹克，但他发抖的手指不能允许他脱下裤子，他将手放在皮带的扣子上。
“快点！如果你不能迅速脱下裤子和内裤，我将会为你脱掉他们。把手放在脑后。”他母亲猛地说。
这让雷蒙德屠夫尝试移动，但布彻女士阻止了他。
“停下！我告诉你把手放在脑后！现在这么做！”
她抓住雷蒙德屠夫的腰部并将他转过来，以便他站在她的椅子前但后背面向他。她双手环过雷蒙德屠夫伸到他身前，摸到腰带并解开了它，然后拉开裤子拉链。然后拉链被解开，她将他的裤子脱到了脚踝。内裤也很快被褪下和裤子在一起。她将他的衬衣拉起，塞进运动衫中，暴露出他年轻的发育良好的结实的屁股。最后她站起来，调整她椅子的角度，以便所有人都能够在雷蒙德屠夫挨打时清楚地看到他的屁股。她再次左下，拉过男孩让他趴在自己的膝盖上。
啪！…啪！…啪！…
然后所有女士都和着打屁股的节拍鼓掌。
啪！…啪！…啪！…
雷蒙德屠夫的妈妈不能像他爸爸打得一样重。并不是身体上的疼痛就足够了，他发现自己在这种屈服的情况中并引起了自己足够多的精神苦痛。十二下打屁股后，布彻女士感到手掌疼痛，但她仍没有是男孩流出眼泪。他收起了自己的眼泪来保留自己最后一点可悲的尊严。
“应有的所有尊敬，珍妮特，你几乎没有让他发痒!”通泰女士说，“这和他给我的汤米的痛苦来比什么也算不上。”
“我非常同意，”布彻女士回答说，“我们应该更加有力一些！起来，雷蒙德屠夫。”
在她说话的时候，她让男孩站起来。
“去橱柜里把皮鞭拿来，雷蒙德屠夫。”
皮鞭！他意识到了那个恶毒的工具将带给他的疼痛。他不得不又一次穿过屋子到橱柜那里。他轻轻的弯曲膝盖以便能将裤子提起。
“不用麻烦把它们拉起来。”他妈妈说，“我们需要它们褪下等待皮鞭。你可以拖着脚走过这么一小段距离。”
在那时将他的脚向前滑六英尺对雷蒙德屠夫来说看起来并不是一小段距离。他得又一次穿过那些热切的旁观者，这一次他的衬衣塞进了运动衫中，玫瑰红色的屁股清晰可见。他继续避免对视但从他的余光中它可以看到女人们兴奋的脸。她们从没有过一个像这样的喝咖啡的早晨。雷蒙德屠夫回到他妈妈这一边，极不情愿地把即将带给他疼痛的皮鞭交给妈妈。他又回到了膝盖上的位置，皮鞭开始工作。
啪！…啪！…啪！…
这次再也忍不住眼泪了。他的胳膊和腿向四面挥动着。他尖叫着，他叫喊着，最后尖叫着，鞭子头八次抽打在他的屁股上。他又一次被要求站起来。他急切的揉着火辣的屁股，眼泪从她的面颊上倾泻而下。女士们鼓掌着。他不知道她们是对自己鼓掌还是对他母亲。无论是什么都让他感到自己鞠了一躬。
“到那边去，面冲着墙手抱头站好。”他母亲命令道，“你的裤子保持在脚踝那里知道你不哭了。然后你可以提上裤子离开。”
雷蒙德屠夫不得不又一次穿过屋子并且将后背面向所有人罚站。所有的眼睛都盯着墙上，他们看的并不是墙上的画。
“恐怕我忽视了我的客人，”布彻女士说，“谁还再要一杯咖啡？想吃蛋糕自己拿。”
在星期一上午，雷蒙德屠夫有一次和同学在学校操场。一群小一点的男孩走过来，其中一人一只眼睛肿着。
“哈哈哈，我赢回来了。”汤米通泰喊道，然后转向他的朋友们说，“他裸露的屁股在我妈妈和其他很多女人面前被鞭打，哈哈哈。”
雷蒙德屠夫感觉到他的头发从脖子后面竖了起来。他的拳头握紧又松开。他想将那个孩子的另一只眼睛也打肿。但他没有动，他已经得到了教训。（forfear翻译）
原文：The Cost of a Black Eye.
By Skinpang
Raymond Butcher was a fourteen year old boy who was split between two worlds. On the one hand he quite naturally wanted to be like any other youngsters of his age but on the other hand his wealthy parents were old fashioned – almost Victorian – in their ways and outlook. This inevitably led sometimes to confrontation. He would want to behave like this peers so as not to look a sissy in their eyes but his parents would often see his actions as being downright naughty, and that could only have one consequence, for his parents believed in traditional punishments. Thus the boy was no stranger to sore bottoms! Whenever his father would order him into the living room Raymond knew that he was going to emerge in tears! His father kept a variety of punishment implements in drawers and cupboards in the living room – slipper, cane, belt, and tawse amongst others, but if Raymond was very lucky he might get away with a good hand spanking!
One day at his school most of the pupils went on strike! They were so exasperated with he quality of the school diners that many of them refused to attend the afternoon lessons! Raymond dare not take part in any such militant action! If he had done so and the news had got back to his father, as it almost certainly would have, then he would be in trouble at home! On the following day He was taunted by some boys who were a class lower than himself. He was called all sorts of names including a spineless wonder, a cream puff, a doormat and a jellyfish! Although not normally inclined to any form of violence the taunting eventually pushed his temper over the top. He folded his fist and lashed out at the nearest of his tormentors! The boy reeled backwards and crashed to the ground, then quickly scrambled to his feet and ran off, one hand nursing his eye, with his uniform covered in dust! A chill ran up Raymonds spine!
“Oh my God!” he said to himself, “What the hell have I done!”
He could hardly have chosen a worse victim, for Tommy Wintons mother was a friend of Raymonds mother! Every Saturday Mrs Butcher ran a coffee morning at her home for her friends. About a dozen ladies would attend and would chat while drinking coffee and consuming cream cakes. Tommy had gone running home to his parents that Friday afternoon hardly able to wait to show them his black eye. Tommys father telephoned Raymonds father! Mr Butcher promised that Raymond would be dealt with in no small measure! Mr Butcher then consulted his wife.
“I know that you believe in spanking as much as I do, dear,” he said, “But I do sometimes wonder if it always works for him! If it did I wouldnt need to do it to him as often as I do!”
“What do you suggest then dear?” asked Mrs Butcher.
“Well I think that perhaps some of the trouble is that I take him in the living room alone. I do that to spare him any humiliation! He gets pain, yes! But thats all! He gets little or no embarrassment, he knows that only I ever see him with his trousers down and the tears running down his face! I am beginning to think that he needs some humiliation as well!”
“Do you mean you want me to be present as well?”
“Not just that! This is what Ive got in mind!“
Mr Butcher then carefully explained his plan. His wife liked what she heard and readily agreed to his idea. Raymond arrived home forty minutes later than usual, chiefly because he was frightened to come home, expecting that his father would take him straight into the living room for an angry lecture and then give him a hot seat! His father did indeed take him into the living room and he did read the riot act to him, but then came the surprise!
“I am not going to punish you tonight, Raymond! But rest assured that you will be dealt with tomorrow!”
Raymond wondered why the change from the normal routine. He assumed that it was to make him sweat it out all night! While it certainly had effect that was not the prime reason for the overnight delay! Saturday morning after breakfast – a cup of tea and half a slice of toast was all Raymond could manage – his father told him to go and put his school uniform on and remain in his room until he was sent for. It was ten thirty before Mr Butcher opened Raymonds door and told him to come downstairs to the kitchen.
“Your mothers guests are here for their coffee.” announced his father, “You are to go in the living room and apologise to Mrs Winton for hitting her son yesterday! Dont forget to knock on the door first! Now off you go!”
So that was it! he was going to be made to apologise to Tommys mother in front of all those women! He knocked on the door and put his head round the door. The ladies were seated around the room drinking coffee and munching cakes.
“Come in and close the door Raymond.” said Mrs Butcher, “and go and apologise to Mrs Winton for what you did to Tommy, you naughty boy!”
Mrs Winton was, of course, righ across the other side if the room! Wishing the ground could open up and swallow him he had to pass by all the ladies, all grinning to show that they were enjoying his predicament, while he tried to avoid eye contact with anybody! He reached the lady in question.
“I-I-Im very sorry for what I did to Tommy Mrs Winton!” he stammered out, looking down to the ground
“If you mean that, look me straight in the eyes when you speak to me boy!” answered Mrs Winton.
“I-I-Im very sorry for what I did to Tommy Mrs Winton!” repeated Raymond, this time looking her in the eyes!
`Mrs Winton looked at Mrs Butcher.
“I hope hes not getting away with just an apology, Janet! I will accept it if he gets adequately punished as well for hitting my boy!”
“Of course he will be!” replied Mrs Butcher, “Hell get his bottom smacked!”
Poor Raymond went as red as a beetroot! Did she have to put it like that in front of all these females! There was worse to come!
“Theres no time like the present!” said his mother, “Come here Raymond!”
Raymond could hardly believe his ears! Surely he was not going to be spanked in front of all these giggling women, for giggling most of them were by this time! They did not try to pretend that they were not enjoying every minute his plight! He dare not disobey his mother. Meekly he went over to her. Then came the next shock!
“Take you jacket off and put it on the table then drop your trousers and underpants down Raymond! And be quick about it!”
Raymond removed the jacket but his trembling fingers would not allow him to hurry with he trousers. He fiddled about with the buckle on the belt.
“Right! If you cant take them do
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wn any faster than that Ill take them down for you! Put your hands behind your head!” snapped his mother.
That made him try to put a move on but Mrs Butcher stopped him!
“Stop! I told you to put your hands behind your head! Now do so!”
She got hold of him by the waist and turned him so that he was standing in front of her chair but with his back to her! She reached round to his front and going by feel unbuckled his belt and then undid the zip. Next the top clip was undone and she pulled the trousers down to his ankles. The underpants soon joined the trousers. She pulled up his shirt tail and tucked it under his sweater, revealing his young firm well formed buttocks. Finally she stood up, adjusted the angle of her chair so that all the audience would get a good view of Raymonds bottom while it was being smacked, sat down again and pulled the boy across her knees!
SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!
Then the ladies all started to clap their hands in time with the spanking!
CLAP!…CLAP!…CLAP!
Raymonds mother could not hit as hard as his father could! It was not that it was hurting physically all that much, it was the compromising situation he was finding himself in which was causing him plenty of mental agony! After twelve spanks Mrs Butcher was finding that her hand was stinging but she had so far failed to produce any tears from her son. He was desperately holding back the tears trying to retain the last crumb of dignity!
“With all due respect Janet, youre hardly tickling him!” said Mrs Winton indignantly, “This is nothing compared with the black eye he gave my Tommy!”
“I quite agree!” replied Mrs Butcher, “Well try something a little firmer! Get up Raymond!”
She brought the boy to his feet as she said it.
“Go over to the sideboard Raymond and fetch the tawse!”
The tawse! He was well aware of the sting that vicious instrument could inflict! Once again he would have to go across the room to get to the sideboard. He bent his knees slightly so that he could pull his trousers up.
“Dont bother to pull those up!” said his mother, “We shall want them down for the tawse! You can shuffle over there for that little distance!”
It seemed no small distance to Raymond sliding his feet about six inches forward at a time. He had to go past all his eager onlookers again, this time with his shirt tail still tucked into his sweater and his rosy red bum on full view! He continued to avoid eye contact but out of the corner of his eye he could see the excited faces of the women. Never had they had a coffee morning like this before! Raymond returned to his mothers side and reluctantly handed over the weapon which he new was going to give him hell! He was returned to the over the knee position and the tawse went to work!
CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!
There was no holding back the tears this time! His arms and legs were thrashing about in all directions! He yelled, he yelped and finally he screamed as that wicked tawse laid into his buttocks eight times! Once again he was brought to his feet. He was vigorously rubbing his burning bottom cheeks while the tears poured down his upper cheeks! The ladies applauded! He did not know whether they were applauding him or his mother. Either way he did not feel much like taking a bow!
“Go over there and stand facing the wall with you hands behind your head.” ordered his Mother, “Your trousers can remain down until you have finished crying and then you may pull them up and go!”
He had to make another slow shuffle across the room and stand with his back to everyone. All eyes seemed to be glued to the wall and it was not the painting that they were looking at!
“I afraid Ive been neglecting my guests!” announced Mrs Butcher, “Anyone for another coffee? And do help yourselves to the cakes!”
On the Monday morning Raymond was once again in the school playground with his mates. A group of younger boys came close. One of them had a black eye!
“Ha-ha-ha! I got my own back!” shouted out Tommy Winton, then turning to his friends he added: “he got his bare bum whipped in front of my mum and a lot of other women, ha-ha-ha!”
Raymond felt the hairs rising on the back of his neck! His fists clasped and unclasped! He wanted to blacken that kids other eye! But he restrained himself! He had learnt his lesson!
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栗子 发表于 2012-6-19 05:48
谢谢楼主 异域好久没有新文了！不过翻译的有些怪怪的
有什么缺点？
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