The Headmasters Study
During my days at boarding school in the early to mid sixeties, nothing instilled more terror into us schoolboys than the prospect of a visit to the Headmasters study and a caning.
The proceedings were deliberately delayed and the actual appointment would be made on the following day to the misdeed. The next day after morning chapel was normally set and you were given plenty of time to sweatnd contemplate our misdeed. Outside his study were a row of ten or more hooks on the wall and we would have to ***** down to our vests and underpants and wait. It was a very old school and we were lucky. Our contemporary's earier on in the century would have had to ***** completely naked for the birch.
We would then have to wait in our vest and pants for what seemed hours before being summons into that dark oak panelled study. Standing to attention in the centre of the study the Head would go to a tall corner cupboard which contained his arsenal of traditional crooked handle school punishment canes. These were of different lengths and sizes and selection depended on our age and robustness. Viciously pliant he would deliberate his air. Only once satisfied would he direct you to bent over and hold onto the wrung of the front legs of a large heavy oak antique leather padded armchair. The Headwould then pull the waistband of our white regulation y front junior underpants well up the small of our backs and so the seats were drum tight and nearly at the point of splitting altogether Again he would deliberate the commencement of the caning, slowly measuring up, tapping our legs to splay the out wider to get maximum buttock area, swishing the cane and testing it's flexibility. Then the first seering stroke which extended in an arc from above his shoulders and the meaty thwack of the cane biting into my buttock. The pain so intense that you could not even gasp for a breath. He wd deliberately pause between each stroke to allow the pain to sink in and to allow one to catch our breath for the next stroke. It was horrifing experience and caning of never less than 6 strokes and on rare occasions upto 12 strokes. If the offence was serious our underpants would also be pulled down to maximise the sting and pain and humiliation.
We would then be told to leave the study and not to blubber or rub our bottoms. In dorm at night the other boys would ridicule the bright red welted stripes which would go purple and then black with time. The cane would scuff and break the skin and it was agonising to peel the seat of our underpants of our welted buttocks.
In my final "A" level year I was cuaght buying cider from a local off license in my civvies. Nearly 18 years old I was given 12 strokes of the cane after being summons to his Study during a PE class and in only my thin gym shorts and a jock strap. To allow for a modicom of modesty he allowed me to keep my jock strap on but thrashed me with his cane over my bare buttocks. Whilst waiting for what seemed our in my PE kit I had the strange phenomenum of becoming hard and the pouch of my jockstrap literally straining at bursting point to restrain my erection. Luckily this sbsided on entering the Heads study in the knowledge of my impending doom and terror.