Mass CaningI attended a coed. school in England where being caught smoking was one of the few offences that almost guaranteed a caning. A lot of us smoked anyway despite that threat - the trick was to avoid getting caught. Every now and then one or two smokers would find themselves bending over a chair in the Head's. study having a cane applied to their backsides but, overall, our strategy was largely successful.
There were several places we could go for a smoke and most of them were occupied at break and lunch times by half a dozen or so smokers. If one group were caught, at least the rest of us would be OK - or so we thought. It never occurred to us that the teachers would launch a co-ordinated attack. We were wrong, one fateful day they decided to have a blitz on smokers and managed to round up about 30 or 40 of us - roughly the same number of boys and girls. At first we only knew our own group had been caught so were surprised to be taken to an empty classroom instead of straight to the Head's study for an appointment with the cane. It soon became apparent, as other groups arrived, that we weren't the only ones.
I don't think they anticipated catching as many of us as they did because the Headmaster arrived with his cane and punishment book - presumably ready to dish out a few canings. He seemed surprised at seeing so many of us and, after a quick confab with the teachers, announced that the teachers would take our names and he would deal with us later. When they were making the list of names, they also asked if we had anything to say for ourselves said they'd make a note of it for the Head. to consider. There wasn't much we could say, we'd all been caught "bang to rights". We all knew we were going to get the cane, we just didn't know when.
A couple of days later, we were told to report to the school hall after school. When we arrived, the hall was clear apart from four chairs, a few metres apart in a line, the Headmaster, Deputy Headmistress, the Games Master, the Games Mistress (all with canes in their hands), and two (or three) other teachers. The time had come.
We were told we were each going to receive six strokes of the cane which, in all honesty, was what we were expecting. The boys had to form one queue and we girls another. Each of those with the canes took up position by a chair. Two boys and two girls were called forward, the boys going to the Headmaster and Games Master; the girls to The Deputy Headmistress and Games Mistress. The boys and girls were told to bend over their respective chairs and, when they were in position, the canings began. There was a lot of yelling as they were being caned and all four had tears in their eyes when it was over. They were told to stand to one side and the next four were called forward for their caning. Those that had been caned were furiously rubbing their backsides.
My boyfriend, of the time, and I were about halfway along our respective queues (in the fourth or fifth group) and were called forward for our canings at the same time. It was rather exciting really. We bent over adjacent chairs and were able to give each other a wry smile as we were waiting for the first strokes to land. I'd been caned before so I knew it wasn't going to be pleasant but the Games Mistress really laid it on. The burning sensation was intense and I just hung on to the seat of the chair for dear life as she applied another five strokes every bit as hard as, if not harder than, the first.. After having our sixes we joined the others who had been caned - furiously rubbing our backsides too - and watched the next group get into position for theirs. Another minute or two of swishes, cracks and yells then they joined us as the next group went forward.
When it was all over, we were allowed to go. My boyfriend and I compared marks later which led to an interesting evening....
Ruth2010 46-50, F 29 Responses 12 Apr 13, 2012