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"Marek," turning to the young man said Katarzhina, "behave yourself or I'll complain to your aunt! Don't try to kiss me. And don't let your hands go. Remember, we are just friends."
"Katarzhina…"
"Marek, I have a groom," Katarzhina said and the sunny morning faded.
"The groom?"
Marek stopped on the path. He couldn't believe it.
"His name is Zdenek," Katarzhina said. "He's an officer. Zdenek is currently in the regiment on training but he should be back soon. We're getting married at the end of the summer… Marek, what's wrong with you?… Such a face…"
"It's nothing. Just a toothache," the boy lied.
He started to kick the pine cones on the path.
"Have you come to stay with Pani Felicia for all summer?" Katarzhina asked to break the long silence.
"That's right," Marek frowned. "My aunt has offered me to live with her but I have decided to return to Torun in the autumn."
"I heard that Pani Felicia has found a physics teacher for you. His name is Pan Kazimir. He teaches at our village high school…"
"Damn it! My aunt told me not to be late for dinner. What time is it?"
"You'd better run," Katarzhina laughed, "or you'll get the belt again."
And Marek ran.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Marek, you promised to be home for dinner," Pani Felicia was reproaching to the young man. "Pan Kazimir has already come and what about you? Where are you hanging around? Take the trouble to answer for your words."
Marek was leaning on the desk of the counter. His hands were gripping the edge of the desk. His trousers slid down his legs and lowered to the floor and his underpants were down to his knees.
"Pani Felicia! Do forgive me! I've forgotten all about it."
Pan Kazimir was sitting at the table and eating solyanka soup. He was a solid man of about fifty, in a brown coat and white shirt. Pan Kazimir had a shaved head, red mustache and beard. A monocle glittered in his eye. There was a red-checked bow tie his neck.
The aunt pushed back her bangs to keep them out of her eyes. Pursing her lips firmly, she pulled back the hand, paused for few moments then slapped Marek's buttocks.
"And be nice to count!"
She whipped the boy again with her belt. Again the pain burned his buttocks. Marek moaned, gritting his teeth. The young man imagined the wide crimson stripes of the belt marks appearing one after the other on his pale ass.
"Two!" began to count Marek, "Three!… Four! Aunt Felicia, I'm sorry! I am to blame… Five!"
While his aunt was whipping Marek with a belt pan Kazimir calmly sipped the solyanka. Gracia, the maid, sat on the edge of the table, her chin propped on her fist. She was smiling softly and looking out the window thoughtfully.
After counting out a dozen strokes pani Felicia hung the belt on a nail in the wall and sat down at the table. Marek sobbed softly and wiped the tears from his eyes. The young man winced and pulled on his underpants. He bent down and picked up the trousers that had fallen off his legs, then straightened his clothes and sat down at the table. The maid placed a plate of solyanka in front of Marek. His buttocks burned from the flogging, and the young man squirmed in his chair.
"I love the countryside," said Pan Kazimir turning in his fingers a glass of plum brandy, "I teach physics at a local school almost a quarter of a century. Yes, a quarter of a century…"
And pan downed his glass.
"Tell me," said the aunt, "do you think it is possible to teach a young man the sciences without being whipped?"
"I believe that nothing can be taught without rods," replied Pan Kazimir gravely, looking at Marek from under his bushy brows. "Yes, sir, it is absolutely necessary … and you yourself, young man, what do you think?"
Marek didn't know what to say.
After dinner, the aunt led Pan Kazimir and Marek to the back of a large country house.
"There was a sort of schoolroom here when I was a child," said the aunt, "and I didn't go to high school. My parents hired tutors for me. This room hasn't been used for many years. I told the maids to clean it up."
Pani Felicia pushed the door to a spacious room with a large window overgrown with green ivy on the street side. There were a desk and a chair for a teacher, and there was a blackboard near the window. Marek felt awkward when he saw the whipping box in the corner of the room. Pan Kazimir also saw the box and smiled at Pani Felicia.
"Absolutely necessary thing for studying physics," the teacher joked.
"I ordered them to cut up some fresh rods."
Pan Kazimir looked around and noticed a bucket with birch rods standing near the door.
"Great!" said Pan Kazimir, smiling through his moustache. "Well, I guess we can start the lesson."
CHAPTER FIVE
Marek did not succeed with physics that time. Pan Kazimir's words came in one ear and out the other so he understood nothing at all. In front of his eyes there was Katarzhina's smiling face and her laughter kept ringing in his ears. In the end pan Kazimir lost his temper.
"You, young man, do not want to learn at all," he said to Marek, "You are in the clouds! Exactly for dreamers like you were invented rods! Take off your clothes right now and lie down on the box!"
Marek obediently removed his shirt and trousers, pulled down his underpants to his knees, and lay down. The whipping box was made so that the young man's buttocks were higher than his head. When Marek was lying on the box, his ass was unprotected. The young man's buttocks were slightly spread and exposed for blows of the rod. And this only thing made Marek frightened to death.
Pan Kazimir deftly fastened Marek to the box. Two belts under the knees, one belt at the waist and two more belts for the hands. The sun shone through the ivy-covered window of the schoolroom. The teacher took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He pulled a long rod from the bucket, passed it through his fist and whipped the air.
"Good rods," said Pan Kazimir, "let's try to remember Newton's second law."
He went to the box, stood behind it and whipped Marek on the buttocks with the rod. Then he whipped the second time and the third. Each time Pan Kazimir struck harder. The pain from the rods was so bright and sharp that the young man could not bear the whipping at all. He began to shout in a voice from the first blows.
"Don't get your head in the clouds in class! Listen to the teacher!"
And painfully whipped the rod on Marek's thin boyish ass. Soon Pani Felicia came running to answer Marek's screaming. The aunt stopped in the doorway and clasping her hands to her chest watched in dismay Pan Kazimir whipping the young man on the buttocks with salt rods. Marek was twisting his body on the box and screeching.
"Oh no, you can't beat him so, Pan Kazimir," said the aunt and went into the classroom.
"For pity's sake, Pani Felicia, it's only a flogging," replied the teacher wiping his sweating forehead with a handkerchief.
They were standing by the box. The aunt looked with the tears in her eyes at Marek's buttocks which were streaked with thin purple stripes.
"Poor boy," Pani Felicia sighed, "you must have pity on him!"
"In this case you should look for another teacher," Pan Kazimir got offended and threw the rod on the floor.
"Ah, do as you consider it necessary!" the aunt waved her hand and quickly left.
Pan Kazimir listened to her footsteps fade away then went to Marek and asked:
"Well, young man, tell me the law of conservation of energy."
In a strange way after a dozen rods Marek's mind suddenly cleared. Katarzhina, with her brown knees sticking out from under her sundress, and her straw-colored hair spilling over her shoulders, had disappeared. The young man abruptly remembered what Pan Kazimir had said to him a quarter of an hour ago.
"The law of conservation of energy says that … the energy of the body never disappears and … does not reappear, it can only transform from one kind to another," said the young man stuttering and sobbing.
"Well-well, it's wonderful," said Pan Kazimir, "I see that your memory has returned. Could you, young man, give some specific examples of this law of the universe?"
Marek could give no examples.
Pan Kazimir took a new rod from the bucket and waved it several times in the air. The whistle of the rod made Marek's buttocks tighten.
"Then, young man," said Pan Kazimir, "follow my thought. The energy of the body never disappears; it can only change from one kind to another."
And then he whipped Marek painfully.
"Here is the kinetic energy," said Pan Kazimir and again he whipped Marek. "Where did that energy go now?"
"I don't know… Don't know, Pan Kazimir," pleaded Marek, "don't hurt me anymore! Please stop!"
"Watch carefully," continued Pan Kazimir, and again he lashed Marek's shivering buttocks with the rod.
The boy screamed.
"What energy has the kinetic energy of the rod transferred to?"
"I don't know, Pan Kazimir.…I can't stand it anymore!"
"The kinetic energy of the rod has been converted into thermal energy," said Pan Kazimir, "and you, young man, can't help feeling it… And now you will feel it again…"
"Oh, it hurts!"
"Do you feel the thermal energy?" Pan Kazimir asked and his voice was a sneer.
"Yes! Yes! I feel it!" Marek shouted. "I understand! I do, I do…"
"Remember, young man, the energy of the body never disappears or reappears, it can only change from one kind to another. Well, let's continue…"
And Pan Kazimir threw the rod into the corner and went to the blackboard.
CHAPTER SIX
"It's disgusting to masturbate," Pani Felicia reprimanded Marek. "This is bad for the organism of a young person. If a young man sins he becomes lethargic and sleepy and he has no life force left."
It was evening. A night light was burning in Marek's room. The young man stood by the couch having no idea what trouble to expect from his aunt's late visit.
"I'm going to make you get rid of this bad habit," promised Pani Felicia.
The aunt was taller than Marek and broader in the shoulders. Now when Pani Felicia stood next to the young man in the small room, this was especially noticeable. She was wearing a faded purple bathrobe and slippers without a back.
"Here are the special long underpants I bought for you," the aunt said and handed Marek a pair of tight white long underpants. "To avoid unnecessary temptation, you will wear them every night. Try them on, I'll turn my back."
Marek stood with the underpants in his hands and didn't know how to make a joke of it. His aunt looked at him over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
"Now!"
"Yes, Aunt Felicia," Marek sighed.
He quickly undressed and pulled on the long underpants that his aunt had brought. The underpants were very uncomfortable, made of thick coarse cloth. They were tight in the boy's groin.
"Very well," said Pani Felicia appreciating how her new clothes fit on Marek, "turn your back."
The young man turned obediently.
"There are special ties here. You can't untie them and if you do, you won't be able to tie them again."
The aunt tightened one of the cords at Marek's waist, then the other.
"You can't take these underpants off until morning. Until I come and see if you're all right," the aunt said. "And if you disobey me, Marek, and take off your underpants… and God forbid to take up manual labor…"
"Yes," Aunt Felicia.
"I will punish you," Aunt Felicia promised, and her eyes flashed menacingly. "I'll whip you right in bed! You will be hurt and ashamed."
"Yes, Aunt Felicia."
"Good night, my angel."
"Good night, Aunt Felicia."
Marek couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Outside the window the wind was blowing and branches were beating against the glass. The rough material of his underpants rubbed his skin. The groin itched. But the young man endured. He didn't forget that his aunt had promised to punish him. Towards midnight Marek fell asleep, and woke up at dawn because of the fact that his penis rose, hardened and rested against the thick fabric of his underpants. Marek groaned and tried to pull off his underpants. Then he remembered about the strings. He put his hands behind his back and began to untie the knots by touch. Marek quickly finished with the knots because his aunt tied the laces in a bow. The young man pulled the hated underpants and habitually took the hot penis in his fist. Marek remembered Katarzhina's scratched knees and her sly smile. The boy groaned, arched up on the bed and poured semen over the sheet.
"I should hide everything and remember to put on those damn underpants," Marek thought and fell asleep. The young man was sleeping so soundly that he did not wake up in the morning when Pani Felicia went into his room and pulled the blanket off him.
"Oh, how disgusting! What a nightmare!" Pani Felicia exclaimed and pressed her hands to her face.
Her cheeks were flushed with indignation and anger. Pani Felicia left the outhouse and returned almost at once, in five minutes. She carried several long willow rods in her hands. The bars glistened with salt water. The two maids followed her. The lanky Gracia and the short, solidly built Alisha. Alisha had an expressionless broad face, narrow eyes and blue-black short-cut hair that lay on her small head like a helmet.
Three women were standing in the room next to Marek's bed, looking at the naked boy and the semen-stained sheet.
"Hold the boy by the legs and arms," the aunt told the maids, "and hold him tight!"
Standing at the head and foot of the bed, Gracia and Alisha gripped the young man's wrists and ankles tightly. Marek mumbled something in his dream and shook his head but he didn't wake up.
