Science fiction by Rod Cayenne
Gradually, successive British governments had encouraged the reintroduction of corporal punishment in the home, but only for domestic adult and marital discipline. For under-18s (minors), it was strictly forbidden and still seen as abuse.
In tune with the perverted political correctness of the time, females were often encouraged to take on the disciplinary role, with males relegated to submissive status. Unlike many government diktats, this one caught the imagination of the public, and the man on the Clapham omnibus in particular. It became a craze, spreading like wildfire. Somehow, the government managed to secure sufficient supplies of finest quality Malay rattan for punishment canes, saddlers were busy turning out straps and tawses and imports of rubber-soled athletic plimsolls from China rocketed. But what the government had not reckoned on was that a lot of this activity became sexual rather than disciplinary, and the birth rate started to rise. Divorce rates plummeted, and couples of all persuasions remained together. The lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender communities took up the practice. Adult children living at home also became accustomed to receiving discipline.
The most serious side-effect of the policy was one that hadn’t anticipated. Males became turned on by the discipline, and masturbated even more frequently than before. This caused a run on supplies of paper tissues. Yes, there was too much a-spunkin’ and a-spermin’ and this had a knock-on effect effect on supplies of toilet rolls. Indeed, one could say that the situation became increasingly uncomfortable for all concerned.
The Cabinet’s emergency committee COBRA was convened. It was a crisis indeed. Several members of the committee scratched at their itchy arseholes during the meeting. Inevitably, things would have to change. The decision was made. Discipline would have to be discouraged. Yes, spanking and caning was too good for the plebs.
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Story © 2013 by Rod Cayenne
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