6 From Miss VAt secondary school I got 3 canings from the headmaster or rector and just one from a teacher, a woman teacher at that. I was in the fourth form and doing a n exercise during Miss V's history class. She was about 30 from memory.
A classmate who I had been at primary school with passed me a note which said "I ****** Wendy G on the weekend. She's got a big ****." Wendy was a fellow classmate in those days. We were all only 15 and also Catholics so I thought it was just bravado and passed it back with "bullshit" on the bottom.
Well, Miss V didn't see the note pass to me but she saw it pass back from me. She came down the aisle and snatched it before he had a chance to destroy it. Upon reading it she instructed, "You two can go change into your gym shorts and come back here." At this mixed school both boys and girls could be caned, but the boys were often caned in public by either a man or woman teacher, the girls only in private by a woman teacher. I don't think girls got the cane much, but boys certainly did. Because girls were caned on their knickers the idea was that boys should only be caned on their bottoms on one la
"This is a disgusting note that [these two] have written to each other, so disgusting that I am not going to read it two you, and it must be punished.", Miss V told the class. Then she fetched the classroom cane from the cupboard and flexed it. "Bend over the back over that chair and grasp the legs," she said, placing her desk chair in front of us and indicating my mate. He did so. She placed the business end of the cane cane across his bottom and then without further ado applied the first stroke. It swished through the air and landed with a loud thwack. She repeated it 5 more times. "Now you" she said indicating me. I took my place over the back of the chair, presenting my scarcely protected bottom for the attention of her instument of punishment. Again I felt the cane being placed across my bottom, and then whop! It seemed a harder stroke than the headmaster applied, and probably five more to come. I was right. At about 2 second intervals came five more. My bottom felt like it was on fire. "Go and change back and resume your places". We made our way back to the gym as the smarting gradually diminished At the gym we were able to rub our bottoms and compare welts. I don't think any more notes were exchanged in Miss V's class for the rest of that year.