Story: Dad's Chair
beth83
Mike,
I loved your story. Please write more like it.
Beth
In article <38eb...@pink.one.net.au>, "Mike says...
>
>I have been trying to come up with original formats for a story. So, I
>thought I would have a stab at basing a story on true life incidents
>from old Australian newspapers.
Mike Hitchen
thought I would have a stab at basing a story on true life incidents
of artistic licence used. I have used actual news items of the day to
set the background, they are not reflective of the views or attitudes of
the author.
The first story is based on an article in the Herald, June 10 1942
entitled "Women Could Help Police Keep Girls From Streets" The article
in part reads "Women of the right type who were willing to help
policewomen in their spare time could now register as auxiliary
policewomen said the Chief Commissioner of Police said today, dealing
with criticism of the behaviour of girls in the city at night. The
average age of girls bought in, many hopelessly drunk was between 17 and
20. He told the story of one young girl picked up at midnight and taken
home. While the constable was talking to her father, she slipped through
the front door, through the house and out the back. She was picked up by
the same constable later the same night"
DAD'S CHAIR
David Grace sat at home looking at the clock. Dave was an electrician
and classed as being in an essential occupation, though a member of the
local Civil Defence Unit. His wife Madge was on duty as an Air Raid
Warden; as to the whereabouts of his daughter, he had no idea. He looked
at the clock again, 11:55 p.m. "She'll cop it when she gets home" he
mumbled to himself, and subconsciously fingered his belt.
For the umpteenth time he read the afternoon newspaper. Sugar rationed
to two pounds per fortnight, a landlord charged under the National
Security Regulations for anti-population messages, for advertising a
house to let - no children, the Victorian Government decides that
barmaids should not be aged under 30, and it is now illegal to take a
glass from the bar to a wife or girlfriend in the car outside. "That
won't affect me" he
thought, "I don't have a car".
He put down the paper, and walked to the fireplace, He poked the fire,
then tapped the clock on the mantelpiece. It was working as he already
knew. "That girl will be the death of me. Well she is in trouble this
time. She may be 17 but not too old to feel the weight of my belt" He
thought for a minute. In fact he realized he had never actually
chastised young June before, her mother always did that. Not this time
though, I will give her what for.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He was greeted by the site
of his sulking daughter in the presence of a uniformed woman. "Good
evening Mr Grace, I'm Special Constable Mary Atkins, she belongs to you
I believe" she said kindly, but with a hint of sarcasm. "Where have you
been my girl, get in here at once." June stormed past, almost brushing
him aside. "Please come in, maybe I could offer you a cup of tea to warm
you up on a cold night like this" The woman smiled and accepted his
offer. She was a friendly looking woman, mid to late 40's, and one could
easily imagine her as President of the local Women's Institute.
The two adults entered the parlour, he saw June, pointed upstairs and
said "You get to your room my girl, I will deal with you later." Another
sulk, and June marched defiantly to her room. "I'm sorry about this" he
said apologetically. "I quite understand Mr Grace, got a couple of girls
myself. Just need a bit of discipline now and then" Dave smiled, "Well
she will get that all right" At that moment they both heard the back
door slam. "The little minx" shouted Dave, realising that his daughter
had got the better of him.
An hour or so later, another knock on the door. He opened the door and
was immediately brushed aside by Special Constable Mary Atkins, dragging
his errant daughter into the house by her ear. June shouted abuse, which
was completely ignored by Mrs Atkins, Dave looked on bemused.
"She hit me Dad, I want her charged" shouted June. "Is that correct?" he
asked the Special Constable. Mary straightened herself, as if to give
herself
extra authority, not that she needed to thought Dave. "Yes Mr Grace it
is. In fact I hit her several times. On her bottom to be precise. I took
her back to the police station and gave her a jolly good spanking. You
are off course free to report me, I will not deny the charge"
June started screaming "Report her Dad, Don't just stand there do
something." Dave looked at her. "Yes my girl, I will do something.
Something I should have done a long time ago." He strode over to her,
and grabbed her arm. Ignoring her yelled abuse he marched her to the
armchair - "Dad's" chair as the family called it, and with little effort
bent her over the arm. He held her back with one hand, whilst trying to
unbuckle his belt with the other. A discreet cough emerged from the
Special Constable, and he heard a whooshing noise. "Maybe I can be of
assistance" she offered, and handed him her police issue belt. Dave
thanked her, and watched as Mary offered further assistance by pulling
back June's skirt. "Drawers Mr Grace?" she asked. Dave was momentarily
confused. "Drawers - up or down Mr Grace" Dave was about to say "up"
when a torrent of abuse directed at both them changed his mind. "Down I
think Constable, well and truly down."
The Special Constable dutifully obliged and Dave could see that Mary
Atkins had been very diligent in her unofficial duty. June's bottom
still bore the stamp
of her authority. Undeterred, he raised his arm and bought the belt down
on her upturned bottom. A loud yell, and a word Dave thought he would
never hear a woman, let alone his daughter ever say. He looked at Mrs
Atkins who smiled sweetly, "Don't worry, I have heard much worse Mr
Grace." This startled Dave for a minute, but a cry from his daughter
bought him back to the matter in hand. Again and again the belt came
down, always accompanied by screaming and abuse. However defiant she
tried to be though, June was starting to break.
He increased the speed and intensity, and soon the abuse changed to
plea's to stop, shortly followed by promises to behave; at least that is
what he could make out from her rather indistinct mutterings, which were
somewhat hampered by a torrent of tears.
Finally he decided she had been punished enough. He made no attempt to
help his daughter to her feet, in fact he left her lying slumped across
the arm of the chair, too weary to move. He returned the belt to Mary.
"Thank you Constable for your help tonight" She smiled, "Thank you Mr
Grace, only to glad to help" she turned towards the chair, where a
sobbing June still lay. "Good night June, sleep well" and left with a
friendly slap to the girls oh so tender bottom.
Mike H
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Y. Lee Coyote
<newpers...@one.net.au> wrote in <38eb...@pink.one.net.au>:
Mike,
That was real cute and fun (with one exception of course).
Thanks for posting.
Y.
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Haron
admire her - or, to be exact, her prototype :) Brave girl. Slipping out of
the house through the back door... not everyone would do that!
She's going to drive some poor top crazy one day - and he'll love every
moment of it.
Best,
Haron
brat...@yahoo.com
>I have been trying to come up with original formats for a story. So, I
>thought I would have a stab at basing a story on true life incidents
>from old Australian newspapers.
Great Idea and a really fun story too!!! I'm so glad you're posting
new stories - I always enjoy them!
>She may be 17 but not too old to feel the weight of my belt"
SIGH...phrases like that set my little heart aflutter! <s>
Thanks for sharing this Mike!
Bratgrl
Kessily
love kess