Punishment and Submission

Charles was an orphan, his mother died in childbirth. The father did everything to grow properly lively little boy, but he was a poor man alone. Entrusted it to Ms. Battel and it was this that dealt with during public punishments spanking Charles. And not a month goes by that Charles was not found on the knees of the lady sitting in a circle with the other mothers, down to the courtyard of the washroom and take a sound spanking on the bare-bottomed.
However, Charles had an advantage there: studying, studying so much that the teacher Vales proposed to his father to send him to seminary. Not that she had the vocation to love, but in there would have been able to study at will and also free. In the seminary, Charles studied but the rod of correction father exercised more often than their bare behinds on the role of the boy.
Each summer, Charles returned to town for the holidays. All were amazed, every year, how much he had grown physically and how its culture was grown. Charles did not at all a priest, even went to work: for years he gave private lessons to younger children with him, said the apprentice, fasted several times. The money that he needed to take the university. He was the first doctor of laws that had ever been seen in the country. They made great feast, when returned, there was even a marching band in full force. The father of Charles was so glad to see his son who was a stroke.
However, in the village there were not many job opportunities for a lawyer, and so Charles set off again, given that we now had no one there. Every so often he would live, writing a letter to Ms. Battel: was good, business was quite well, could you please. He ran a lot, wrote to all of France: a month here, a month there. Until early June of 1924 he returned to the country. How changed from that which had greeted Charles a decade before! It seemed an old, balding and had a little hair that remained on the skull were white. Moreover, a horrible scar disfigured the face of the cross. It had been a German bayonet, he explained. He could not have been a knife to make him, declared the doctor: the sharp steel does not leave that kind of scar.
Charles went to live in his father's house, a little 'run down to the abandoned but still standing. He called a team of builders to put it back on track. The home of Charles was small, three rooms plus kitchen, the toilet on the balcony in common with another family, that of Marcel, the carpenter.
This and his wife, Pierrette from a broken nose, had their own bedroom at the apartment of one of Charles, they shared a single wall. And in his long lonely nights sleepless, Pierrette heard him scream as if the man had continuous nightmares.

"She has behaved very badly. It should be corrected by purificatory penance. It is bare! "Said the Rector. And Charles took off his dark cowl as a seminarian, the resting neatly folded on the table, fell on the faldstool knickers and bow. The long, strong stick of concealer father began his work. Never less than 50 and sometimes even 100. Charles's buttocks were reduced to pieces, cooked and ruled over a grilled steak. Yet, he found the strength to endure, to resist. So how, many years later, he stood in the trenches, including bombs, bullets whizzing by from all sides, until they decided to send his regiment beyond the sea, in the East.

"I think it's barbaric custom and unseemly! Treat the children well and more in public, in front of everyone. We must stop it immediately! "Charles was so angry that he slammed his fists on the desk of the mayor. He got nothing, of course: that custom continued barbaric, was typical of the country. So Charles turned to the district prefect and obtained reason. An ordinance forbade to spank children in public. But it remained a dead letter. Every Friday, the moms get together and this will be undeterred vigorous practice.
No one person stopped speaking to Charles: Ms. Roxane. To her, the former Red Cross nurse, was painful and sad man scarred, perpetually angry. And then, he had a curiosity: what had caused this horrible scar on my face? It seemed like a cord of flesh, not incidentally detected. So Miss Roxane was the only one to attend the monster crazy.

They went down the rocks, suddenly thick as grass, dark like ants. The lieutenant had been shot three times in the chest and forehead. The rifle had jammed Charles, then he threw himself face to the ground, hoping, praying that the believed dead. They lifted the weight, taking him by the armpits and dragged him away.

Ms. Roxane reminded, for some reason, his mother, the mother who had never known. It was quite old but not old, rich and very very protective of forms, is rumored to cure minor wounds, that they should not wait until Wednesday, when the country passed the doctor. Roxane and Charles met always publicly, not to give rise to gossip. On Sunday morning, when most of the country was to Mass, two of them sat in the empty room of the bistro and chattered, after the master had served them coffee. One morning, after another conversation, Roxane suddenly got up and ran from the room, sobbing, Charles, however, sat at a table, ashen as a dead man.

They laughed, they laughed showing his rotten teeth yellow on red gums. And he cried, cried like a calf. Only survivor of the patrol, prisoner of a tribe allied with the Turks in that hell of sand and rocks. The ass went to the fire, how could he wiped the blood that trickled between his legs: he wanted a knife, anything to put an end to the slaughter, to kill himself after what he had done. She wanted to die. But he did not die. The chief had decided that Charles should stay alive. Slave and plaything for eternity. The backbone, the hateful whip that goes flat on his face, bare buttocks after Aine. The burning pain, blood ....
Charles woke up sweating and shivering in the grip of.

Only Roxane knew what had happened, I told him, and she was upset. He would not say any of that to Amelie, too talkative. No, I had to speak again with Charles, had to understand what had really happened to that guy who looked like an old and who had done all the townspeople believe to be a lawyer. He had to descend into the pit of horror and suffering, but to descend into the secret cavern she had to touch the depths of horror and suffering.
Roxane Amelie ordered to go and get the carpet beater.