My First Spanking - By The HeadmistressMy first Experience Project post. In the 1970s, from the ages of 5 to 8 I attended a Catholic infant school near my home. It was small, four classes of about 100 pupils in total. The headmistress was a woman in her late 40s/early 50s who ruled with an uncompromising hand. She was sometimes "shouty" and had a scary demeanour. But, the rules were very clear and so were the consequences. There were only two punishments in use: being kept in at break time and corporal punishment - sometimes the two were combined.
By and large, corporal punishment meant a couple of sharp slaps to the back of the legs or the bottom. More serious matters were dealt with by the headmistress and involved a spanking: several hard smacks on the bottom. For boys this sometimes involved trousers being lowered. I never saw her raise a girl's skirt but punishment for girls was rare anyway.
Although I recieved several classroom punishments, I managed to avoid being dealt with by the headmistress until my last year at the school, aged 8. A girl in my class had been annoying me and I pulled her chair away from under her, leaving her in a crying heap on the floor. I wasn't an experienced troublemaker and did this in full view of the teacher. I was sent directly to the headmistress. The office was very close to our classroom.
Once I was in the office, she was sat behind her desk and delivered a "shouty" lecture about my behaviour and actions. it went on a while and I naively hoped that was going to be that. But, she told me to come round to her side of the desk. As I stood beside her, she reached over and undid my trousers and pulled them down. I was under no illusions now that I was going to get smacked. She took me across her knee and proceeded to give me a sound spanking across the seat of my underpants.
I was only occasionally smacked at home and that was usually just a single slap. This was my first experience of a proper spanking and I could not believe the level of the stinging. In due course, I was allowed up and she assisted with replacing my trousers. I had to wait, sobbing, while she filled in what I now know was the Punishment Book.
The headmistress' demeanour thorough the whole matter seemed cold and calm. Although it was an over-the-knee spanking, which I associate with loving parental punishment, she managed to do it in a formal manner.
Nobody said anything that I recall when I returned to my class. Although my bottom was sore for a good while, my overall concentration was not on the pain but the feeling of having been "a bad boy" - I was usually well-behaved and couldn't believe I had been formally punished.
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