There were occasional proper spankings, about one every second day, but on at least one occasion I was spanked twice on the same day. Sharon: I think the cane was sometimes used in school for revenge or retribution rather than as a considered disciplinary tool.

We described it only as fight club, you were either hit by the older boys, or our form tutor used to walk past and knee you in the leg for fun, literally leaving you not being able to walk for a week. Which consisted of taking off the very fetching black plimsoles we had to wear and getting whacked multiple times with it. It was one of those shots that you never expected to land and probably wouldn't be able to do it again in a month of Sundays. The strap did come out of the bag on other occasions, both during that stay and on future occasions when I stayed overnight with her.I knew I couldn’t possibly get away with all that badness, and now I was going to be spanked, one way or the other. There were the three letters that had been sent home after I'd been caned at school, explaining why. The girls were never given any sort of corporal punishment, not officially, anyway, but gym mistresses? Needless to say, I was taken straight to the Headmistress’s office where I sat for the rest of the day, working alone. It wasn’t long before I was in trouble every day, and letters home to my parents about my behaviour were flying through the mail like Christmas Bunt Cake.

She spanked me good and hard, bringing that slipper down, the sound of that hard rubber sole on my bottom echoing around the silent hall, leaving trails of fire behind it. She brought this to the notice of the girls and told them that singing or noise in the bus distracted the attention of the driver. It was real scary waiting outside the headmistresses office when you knew you were probably going to get the cane. Better stand right here while I bring you a glass of water, on the house, and keep walking to your home to tell your parents what has happened!Either things have changed, or everyone is jumping on another bus because it's driven by someone else. I’m sorry, but if the thought of a detention doesn’t bother you, you obviously need a rather stronger deterrent. Scott cried out “ow” after each one and vigorously rubbed his bottom as he straightened up and made room for me. God, schools must have been strict in her day, and she had more canings than I’ve had hot dinners, as the saying goes. Whilst it did not hurt nearly as much as the horsewhip I was used to getting at home, it really hurt.

Trousers down, but not underpants that time; she explained she hadn’t used a strap for years and didn’t want to hurt me too much. Although I never experienced the sheer brutality you describe, my teachers couldn't have considered it a disciplinary tool because it obviously didn't work. To cut a long story short, in a show of bravado I opted for the latter, thinking a spanking would soon be over and wouldn’t really hurt. Only a good excuse could get me out of this mess and slowly I, a fourth year, raised myself to my feet. The headmistress was absolutely furious and she told me she was considering suspending me for a week, but as exams would soon be here I was to receive six strokes of the cane that lay on her desk in front of me.She was gone by the time I went and the one to dread was a Miss Kirk, an elderly lady who had perfected that swish through the air due to matters such as talking in assembly and turning round at the same venue to see who was flicking chewing-gum into your hair. I remember one time while I was at Chaucer in the sixties, it was the last lesson of the day so my mate and me decided to play dare, see who was the first to break and go to the lesson instead of hiding out. But even though it was all involuntary, the will power required to obey the dreaded instruction to "Bend Over" without pleading or resisting is quite admirable, and as Jenny implies, however many times you may have been caned, the first stroke is so stunningly painful, the tribute to most schoolgirl and schoolboy bravery is the courage to remain bending over and take the subsequent strokes. Both had been caned before, but neither of them had seen the legendary Dragon cane which the Headmistress was now flexing so menacingly. We expected her to stop at six, but no, she was making an example of us and didn’t stop till twelve.

We had been lined up outside the biology classroom when a stream of younger children, I think 3rd years, were walking past. In fact, it was on the fingers not the palms because of the risk of damage, so already it was tightly controlled, at least in State Government-run schools. By the tenth stroke, my legs could no longer support me but the Head wasn’t finished with me just because of that. Here at least I was away from the stare and embarrassment, able to lie face down on her bed, with my knickers round my knees and my hands still clutching my flaming rear. I attended the detention after school and was recorded as present by the teacher taking the detention.When he finished, he reminded me about the cheek I had been giving him and said he thought my aunt’s belting was not good enough and that he was going to punish me.