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School Days

For those of you who do not know, the Lochgelly belt (or tawse or strap) is a thick piece of leather, about 2 feet long and cut into 2 or 3 tails at the business end, and was used in schools in Scotland for corporal punishment.

I moved to Scotland with my family from England as a boy and can remember the first time I saw the belt being used.  It was only one stroke but something caught my attention and I have been fascinated ever since.

I decided I had to try if for myself and so I deliberatly misbehaved, thereby earning punishment.  I was called to the front of the class, told to hold my hands out and the belt, a Lochgelly H weight, came down on my hand and instantly warmed it up.  It was only the one stroke this time, but more would come at other times.

I was only about 9 or 10 but I remember being excited by the whole situation and looked forward to the next time.

The belt was not used excessively at the school, so it was always a treat when it became necessary for it to be used.  I remember 2 friends coming back to the classroom after being belted by another teacher.  I'm not sure how many they had received but you could tell that it had been painfull by the way they tucked their hands under their arms.  There always seemed to be a general interest when the belt was used, but I always found it exciting.  That teacher was very good at giving a belting as I found out to my cost about a year later.  After I had received a couple from him I really knew what getting the belt was all about.  It just gave me more to look forward to the next time.

Now I am older, I wish that I had had more instances of being belted.  I also wonder what it feels like to use a Lochgelly belt on someone else.  I have tracked a few down over the years and sometimes I get them out and just look at them, sometimes even trying to use one on myself but that is not really very satisfactory.

Does anyone else share this fascination?

umbroboy46 umbroboy46 46-50, M 7 Responses Jun 29, 2009

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I get so sexcited... just spanking a nice plump ***.... and hearing my bad bois moan...and cry out...mmm

It has been said many times that you never forget getting the belt at school. I suspect that it's not just the sheer pain of it but the whole situation you suddenly find yourself in.



Everything has been going along pretty normally when suddenly a situation develops in the classroom. Perhaps the teacher has caught you talking in class, or you couldn't produce your homework book that is due in, or your teacher found you to be inattentive when you could not repeat something he/she had just said. Whatever it was there was a sudden change in the atmosphere, there was a tension in the air. The teacher was clearly annoyed, you felt apprehension as to what would happen next. And then it came - a finger pointed at you and the dreaded command..............OUT!



Your mind was in a spin, you could hardly believe what was happening to you. You rose slowly from your chair and made your way down the aisle to the front of the class. You might have felt an ache in the pit of your stomach, your legs might be like jelly, you might be pretty worried about what was about to happen.



Still in a bit of a daze you stood there in front of the class while the teacher removed his belt from his desk drawer and delivered to you a short lecture. Then his command, a simple "Up" or "Hold out your hand" or "Cross your hands".



With some reluctance you raise your hands to the required position, pointing them directly towards your teacher. He or she swings their dreaded Lochgelly over their shoulder and holds it there for a moment. You are aware of the eyes of the class being on you watching in awe the punishment that is about to be administered. You find it a mental struggle to keep your hands held up and still ready for them to be belted. Then, a sudden movement of the teachers arm and the belt flies over his shoulder at considerable speed. Its two thick and heavy tails lash the length of your hand. Oh! the suddenness of it, the crack of the belt when leather strikes flesh, the shock, the excruciating pain, the humiliation and the agony. The pain is intense in the extreme and you attempt to bear it, perhaps with just a grimace, perhaps with sudden deep panting, perhaps by squeezing both hands together or violently shaking the freshly belted hand.



And them the wait to see if there is to be another command such as..........."Again" or "Come on, get them up" or the simple fact of seeing your teacher standing in front of you his belt back over his shoulder ready to administer another stroke. No words are needed, the signal has been sent, and you raise your hands again and again feel the terrible throbbing pain of the Lochgelly tawse.



Eventually comes the phrase you have been waiting for. "Get back to your seat". You make your way back and slump down blowing into cupped hands in a vain attempt to cool them. The class are still silent, aware of the agony you are in, as the teacher replaces his belt into his desk drawer and the lesson continues. Your ability to concentrate on it is diminished by the pain in your hands taking up most of your attention. This pain eventually eases but it leaves behind tingling and firery red palms.



Little wonder that the experience is never forgotton. It's been both a mental and physical torture. Most never want to endure it again, but others do. Why would that be?

I was bad enough being punished in school... in our school it was wit a razor strap on the hands...3 on each... but my parent had no sympathy either.... when I got home I was bent over bare assed and recieved double the total strokes with dads belt

Hi Umbroboy, would love to relive schooldays of getting the belt , that unique sensation it imparts and the feeling of not knowing what to do with your hands afterwards. Then looking at the imprints the tails have left on your palm. Would return the favour.

Hi Umbroboy.I have never had the tawse at school as it was not used in South Africa.The cane was the instrument used and I had many cuts with the cane over my tightly stretched pants when I bent for my caning. It stung terribly but also felt nice and warm afterwards. I used to go to a mirror at home after a caning and examine my buttocks to see the results which were usually dramatic. Even now many years later I still have the odd caning from a friend as it has grown with me over the years.

I felt the Lochgelly across my hands quite a few times. It wasn't at school where the cane was used, but at home where my father, who was a Scot, would use it. The tawse he used had been used on him by his father so was something of a family heirloom! A couple of times I got it across my backside but mainly it was on my hands. I'd have to hold out my hands, one supported by the other, and would get as many strokes as necessary (usually 3 but sometimes more) and then get told to swap hands and give the same on the other. It hurt alot and it took alot of willpower to not move your hand out of the way (the penaly for doing so being that he started again from the beginning). It was much more painful than being caned across the hand, althought he cane was more painful it it caught your fingers. If i had bene particularly bad or disrespectful I'd get topped and tailed: tawsed on each hand and then the total number of strokes given with a cane to the posterior. Odd to think that was once perfectly legal!!

I wwould love to have one..lol.

My fantacy... would be for some one to use it on my butt.

I used to get the belt on my *** when I was in my teens. the best part though... was after... when I got sent to my room after punishment... first thing I did every time... was **** off...mmmmmm