My Worst Caning
i will never forget my worst caning, i was 15 at the time and had been hauled to the headmasters office for punching a prefect, the incident had been witnessed by my year head who i got on with great but rules were rules and prefects were a protected species, he sent me to the headmasters office with a little note he had wriiten, i dared not read the note as was frightened of the consequences, i arrived at the headmaster office and gave the note to the school secretary, she then went into the headmaster and closed the door while i waited outside, she then came out and said mr parsons would see me now, i went into the office and was met by a stern faced mr parsons after reading the riot act mr parsons then went to an old wooden cupboard and opened the door, inside the cupboard was a selection of canes, he picked the longest and thickest one and i remember the only one with a crook handle, he again gave another lecture and asked me to remove my blazer and bend over the desk in the middle of the room, i was told i would be receiving 6 strokes and would be expected to remain in position until finished, i was also instructed to count each stroke before it was delivered, i hesitantly went to the desk and duly bent over, call said mr parsons and i replied one sir, i heard the swish of the cane and suddenly felt the whack on my buttocks the pain was nothing like i had ever experienced i lunged as far forward into the desk as i could and before i could get my breath was asked to call again, two sir, again the swish of the cane was followed by a whack and again an almighty burning sensation, this one felt worse than the first i was now breathing heavily and before i could get composed was asked to call again, three sir, this stroke felt like it hit exactly the same spot as the first i was now clutching the desk with all my might to try and eleviate the pain but to no avail, call, four sir, the pain was now intense the fourth stroke seemed to hit all the othe three and again sent an incredible burning sensation to my behind, call, five sir, by now i was gasping for breath but only had one more to go, call, six sir, this was the worst of all it was as if he had saved the best till last i could not help to leap up in pain, he looked at me and placed the cane back in the cupboard, although in agony i was determined not to cry again he lectured me about respect and passed me my blazer, i left the office and walking down the corridor i saw the prefect i had punched standing there sniggering, he had caused all the pain i had just encountered and i could not help myself i just lunged at him and began punching him only to be dragged off by mr parsons, you obviously haven't learnt your lesson have you? i was then frogmarched back to his office told to remove my blaze and get back over the desk as six strokes had not learnt me a lesson i was now about to receive twelve!! after the twelth stroke i was sobbing uncontrollably was again handed my blazer and told to leave, again the prefect was outside sniggering, needless to say i did not hit him again, in the space of 15 minutes i had had 18 strokes of the cane this record was not beaten to the day i left school 18 months later! i remember seeing mr parsons about 5 years later in a supermarket and greeted him with a good afternoon sir, to which he offered a nod of the head and a wry smile as if he remebered the beating as much as me!!