The First Time I Had To Cane A Boy.....on The Bare Bottom

I was a teacher, most of the time as a housemaster at a boys prep school. During that time I had cracked a slipper across a few boys pants but never did it on their bare bottom. I never used the cane as I did not have authority to do so. I did however often see the cane marks on boys bottoms in the showers where they had been caned and several times I saw a boy stretched over the heads desk with his trousers and pants down and having some sharp strokes with the cane on his bare bottom. I knew it was deserved and it never really worried me. I no longer liked to see it like I had at school, but the sight of a boys bare bottom certain did not arouse me in any way, nor did it upset me.

I applied for the job at a large prep boarding school, and much to my surprise I got the position and started in September. The school had a very good reputation both for discipline and academic standards. The parents fully supported the use of the cane on the bottom. At a meeting with the head before I started he told me (something to the effect)

“one of your tasks is to cane those that need it like your predecessor. Boys are told to report to your study at midday with their report slip by teachers that wanted them caned. You carry out the punishment on the boys bottom, sign and stamp the report form, make the entry into the book and give the form back to the boy. Only you and myself are allowed to use any form of corporal punishment. In this school the slipper is not used. All punishments are done with the cane across the offenders bottom. It is expected by the staff and me, that any boy that is sent to you will be bent over and given at least three strokes on his bottom. You are not to decide if it is deserved, that is the teachers job who sent the boy. Your task is to carry out the punishment. In the case s where you think more than six strokes are required you must see me first.”

With that he handed me a bunch of canes and a thick leather bound punishment book. I  did not take that much notice about the caning as I expected it to be a fairly rare thing, may be once or twice a term, like in my old school. In my office I put the canes in a basket. The school had 650 boys aged 8 to 13 and as the punishment book was over half full expected it to be the complete record from when the school was founded in 1904. I was shocked to find that it only dated from 1961when my predecessor was deputy. I found entries of boys getting three strokes for failing in a test. Three strokes for untidy prep…..the list went on. Far from being a rare occurrence the  cane was in frequent use, and its use was expected by the head, the teachers, the boys and more importantly the parents. The list went on and on as to offences that teachers wanted boys caned. I did a quick bit of working out, and unlike the two or three a term at my old school, on average about three boys were caned every day, making 15 sore bottoms in a week and about 560 canings a year. Of course some boys were constant recipients of the cane but I think it was rare that many left the school without being caned at least twice.

My first day past without any problems except a Mrs X came to see me. Her nine year old had just started at the school, having been suspended and later expelled from another. She came to see me and said

“they were too soft with him at his last school, which is why I have sent him here. If he gives you any trouble at all you have my full permission to take his trousers and pants down and give his bare bottom a sound caning. If he gets it nearly every day, then so be it….but in the end he will learn. He needs a good caning when he is naughty”

I thought that this was a bit of a strange conversation, as I was more use to parents defending their boys and asking for them not to be punished. I was soon to realise that this was the view of most parents, most of which had been pupils at the school. All went well for the first week and I was starting to think that the cane was not needed as often as the records had suggested.

It was towards the end of the second week when at midday I heard a knock and on being told to come in, no less than 14 boys came in. They each had a punishment slip in their hand and one said “Please Sir we have been sent for the cane.”

On looking at the notes they had been sent by four teachers for offences ranging from  talking in class, untidy work and forgetting PE kit for the second time. All of them were the 9/10 age group.  I collected in the forms, signed and stamped them. I  thought it was harsh to give them three strokes for some of the offences, but remembered what the head had told me. I wrote their names in the punishment book and handed them back the forms and in a stern voice said

“you may think that as I am new you are going to be let off lightly. I will not tolerate this type of conduct. I intend to carry on Like Mr S (my predecessor). As you stated you had come for the cane, I have no intention of disappointing you. You will all get three strokes across your bottom. Get your blazers off and get yourselves ready to be caned. I will be back in five minutes.”
I left them. I wanted that five minute break to come to terms with the fact that having never caned a boy I now had to apply three of the cane rto fourteen fairly small bottoms. It was also time to make the boys think about what they were going to get . It also gave them a chance to take their blazers off before I started , so once the first boy bent over they could get it in quick succession. Little did I know this was the same format as Mr S, and did not think about the words “and get yourself ready to be caned.” I used it in the tense that I wanted them to be composed and over the shock that they were actually going to get three strokes. I was in for a shock as in the past it had meant something else.

I returned to my office and the sight that greeted me was totally unexpected. I  had expected to see the boys without blazers and a few hands placed nervously on their bottoms in expectation of their caning. The boys had taken the expression “and get yourself ready to be caned” the way Mr S had used it.

The boys stood in one long row just fitting across my study with hands on head and backs to the door. All were just in their shirts, with pullovers abnd blazers removed. When I say all were just in their shirts, I mean exactly that. They were wearing nothing else. They had removed their shoes so that they could take off, not pull down, their trousers and pants. The boys heard me say I was going to carry on just like Mr S, wrongly, they had assumed that it would be on their bare bottom like Mr S had done it. Not only had they removed their trousers and pants but had taken their ties off and put them down the back of their shorts and, with the help of another boy, had pulled the tie up from the tail of the shirt and tied it up to the collar. This is what it turned out Mr S made them do and was what he called “Getting ready to be caned”. What it meant was that the tail of the shirt was pulled right up to their collar and from the back were naked from the top of their socks to their necks. In the front they showed everything from the tops of their socks to the middle of their chests. Their was no modesty at all. Mr S made them fix up their shirts like this as when he use to cane boys he often had to stop and lift their shirts up after one of two strokes where they had falled down over their bottoms. He allowed nothing to get between their bottoms and his cane.
The sight that greeted me was a long line of 14 boys all aged between 9/10, nearly completely naked, and all showing their little white bottoms. Had this been when I was a schoolboy and not part of the line waiting to be caned this would have been a great sight. I would have watched and enjoyed every second of seeing them bend over and have their bottoms caned and the marks it left. Now it was different. I  had been uneasy about caning them on their trousers and pants when I left the study. I had only slippered a few boys in the past on pants, but now I was looking at a long line of 14 near naked little 9/10 year olds all waiting for me to gave them three painful strokes of the cane on their bare bottom. I just stopped and looked at the line of bottoms waiting to be caned. When I had left the study and was going to do it on their trousers and pants I was scared that, as the target area was fairly small I might miss. Now I had the added problem of actually seeing the marks as the cane went across them. I had found it hard sometimes to slipper boys on their pants at my old school where their pants had ridden up when they bent over to reveal most of their bottom that was going to feel my slipper. Now I was going to use the cane and would be faced with a completely bare little bottom sticking out waiting to be hit with the cane. I think when I was a teenager I would have jumped at the chance of caning one of these little boys on their bare bottom, and to my shame may well have enjoyed it.  Now as a adult the thought of having to whack each of these little bare bottoms with the cane filled me with revolution and I did feel sick. Clearly many of the 14 had felt the cane from Mr S on their bottoms before, so was not anything new, but a few may well be getting it for the first time. Everything inside me wanted to tell them to get dressed and leave or at least put their trousers and pants on for the caning.

I took a deep breath and came to my desk and stood in front of them. I knew the two options I had thought of were not practical. I remembered what the head had said about staff, pupils and parents expecting me to use the cane, and clearly like it had been before. I also remembered the visit of Mrs X who told me if her son was naughty “take his trousers and pants down and give him a good caning.” Clearly she knew the cane was often used on the bare bottom. The fourteen in my office were all expecting it on their bare bottoms, and clearly by the number of canings in the past, parents would have known it was done bare, and as it was allowed to continue bare caning must have been acceptable to them. Looking at the boys did not make it easier. Their eyes were watery and two were clearly fighting back the tears. I felt sick as I looked at them. I  had not told them to undress, but had not made it clear….on reflection I had and bar past history they would not have taken their trousers and pants off. The sight of fourteen 9/10 year olds all showing their privates with no embarrassment made me feel that it was wrong that they had to show themselves like this for the cane, and knew that if I caned them I would get a very close up view of their bottom being hit and the resulting marks. It would be my cane hitting them. It would be my right arm whacking those little bottoms. Making boys undress for the cane was not against the law. In this prep school, and certainly in many other prep schools close by and up and down the country the cane on the bare bottom was the norm. Not in state schools but in private schools in which I found myself. Their was no thoughts that I might get into some kind of trouble if I caned them bare but a thought of the problems it may cause if I did not. I knew what I decided now would be the case for the future.

I knew what I had to do. I knew that if I were to cane them bare and with this procedure then as long as I was deputy that was the way it would be. As I called the first boy forward to bend over the chair I gained comfort in two fields. Firstly, when the boys came to my office they said they had come to be caned, so clearly expected it. I did not tell them to take their trousers and pants off but when I left them to “get ready to be caned” none made the slightest effort to protest and as they were all bare when I came back they clearly knew when they knocked on my door that not only were they going to be caned but it would be bare. It did not make it easier for me, and while some of the offences in my view were minor, by the schools standards they were punishable by the cane. Clearly as it had been bare in the past and the boys ******** off themselves they were expecting it to be bare, and if I had told them just to put their pants on for it they would have seen it as weakness in me, as they saw nothing wrong in having to be nude for it. The boy bent over the chair and this little nine year stuck out a tiny little white bottom to be caned. When at school I would have given anything to see these canings, now I wanted to be miles away. Maybe it would not have been so bad if he had trousers and pants on, or even just his pants, but as it was I was confronted with a little white bottom sticking out for me to hurt and make sore with my cane.

Even when waiting for the cane myself at school, I had never been this close to a boy bending over to be caned. I was scared that I might miss as he had such a tiny bottom. I  gave it a few little taps as I took aim at his little cheeks. He was not crying, but shaking a little in expectation of what he was about to feel on his bottom. (I found out later he had never been caned before and only undressed because the others were doing it and told him. Four of the fourteen were in fact getting it for the first time.). I took a deep breath, raised the cane and then THWAAACK and landed it sharply on his little bottom. He gave a loud arrrrr as it cracked across him. I just managed to put my hand on his shoulders to stop him from jumping up. He was crying out loud. Boys when I was at school never cried out like this and was scared that I had hurt him far more than intended. It scared me. I glanced at his little bottom and saw the bright red weal mark on it and had landed right in the perfect place. I thought he was over reacting, and was like some boys at my old school when they were getting two of the slipper, making out the first one hurt more than it did, so the next one would be softer. At least on the bare bottom I could see the full impact and just pushed down on his shoulders so that he could not move and to make his little bottom stick out into the ideal position for two more strokes which were delivered. It left one nine year old grasping his bottom and crying his eyes out.

It made me feel ill hearing him cry out as I hit him, and while the cane left marks the same as I had seen on countless boys and had on my own bottom, did not improve the situation. The next boy stepped up bent over and was given his three strokes. This was repeated until all fourteen had been caned. Hands were all on their heads fighting the temptation to rub their throbbing bottoms, tears were flowing down their faces, and I felt very guilty about having caned their bare bottom. I felt two of the slipper on their pants would have been enough or at least caned them over pants not the bare bottom. I  had to except what was done was done, and that is the way it will have to be done in the future. I  walked behind the boys to put the cane away and had a look at their bottoms. I was relieved to see that each boy had three red lines right across the most fleshy part of his bottom, just where the cane should have landed. Nobody had got a low stroke and more importantly nobody had got a high one. It was the first time I had used a cane and think it was with relief that I saw the marks on their bottoms.

I told them to get dressed and their first reaction was to rub and grasp their bottoms, followed by wiping away the tears. I told them as soon as they were dressed they could go. All fourteen pulled on their pants with great care easing them over their weal marked bottoms. They all left in turn, walking slowly and still grasping their bottoms.

After a while, as it was still lunchtime I went to the staff room. I was greeted with comments like “had a busy time”…”no bother I trust”. I said nothing but had a very horrid feeling that  I had “set up” by the older staff who just wanted to see if I had the “bottle” to cane and do it bare. That did not make me feel better, in fact it made me angry. Had I just made 14 boys bottoms very sore as some form of test by certain staff.

I heard some boys that I had caned talking to others who had asked “how was it”…their replies in fact encouraged me.

“ I thought he was going to let us off at one point.”

“me too”

“When he said take your blazers off I knew we were going to get it but not bare like Mr S did it.”

“he is deadly accurate. Much more accurate than S did it. He even got all three on T**** little bum.”

“They were three real stingers right across both bare cheeks.”

“He really gives your bum a good whack. I hate to get a sixer from him”

“mine is still stinging”

“so is mine”

“and mine”

After school a parent came to see me with her son. It was the boy that I had caned first and yelled out. I thought that she had come to complain, in fact far from it. She firstly apologised that her son had been naughty and that he needed to be caned. She says that he no doubt felt it but had heard him boasting that it was not hard and did not hurt. In fact he said it only tingled and he just pretended it hurt. I told her that I was in no doubt that the three strokes had really stung his bottom. She agree, saying that having seen the marks “they were three good ones.” She then said “I think that as he felt they did not hurt another three is in order.  With one tug she pulled his trousers and pants down , lifted up his shirt and bent him over the chair. I saw the three marks on his bottom and they were still very red. She looked at me and said “For boasting it did not hurt he deserves three more. Go ahead and whack this bum again” I did agree that if he had been boasting it did not hurt he deserved it. With reluctance this already marked little bottom got three more swishing strokes across it much to his mothers satisfaction. After it was over she thanked me and without giving him a chance to undo his tie she grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the car with him trying to hold up his trousers and pants. His bottom really did look sore and was seen by many parents in the car park. The reaction of parents was thart he got what he deserved and that they fully agreed that if boys are naughty there is nothing wrong in taking trousers and pants down and soundly caning the bare bottom.

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I wish I had been caned like this..

that was the way it should have been in all schools...i do wonder by your comment if you wished you had been caned like this as you think it was the best and fairest way to be caned or if somehow you thought you may get some sexual pleasure from getting it on the bare bottom.

Love this story very much wish I went to your school i would have love to bend over with my trousers and pants down waiting for the cane is the best bit

If that is your desire why not visit Whipstock Grange Adult School

I Sat On Her Chair, So She Caned Me On The Bare
I Told Her She Had No Right To Go Topless, She Took Off Her Bra, And Caned My Bare Bottom!
By: Me
Written on July 23rd, 2013
I Told Her She Had No Right To Go Topless, She Took Off Her Bra, And Caned My Bare Bottom!

You can't expect life to fulfill you, but you can do things to fulfill your life.
When you think of it, in a society that has no tolerance for tears, affectionate caning can be an intimate blessing.

What she did was an act of female power conducting, the opposite of man-hating!
There was nothing detached about it, and i experienced nothing of what she did as being cruel, or in any shape or form wrong.
Like most Dutch girls she is a natural born feminist without ever having to read a word about it: it's in her DNA and I'm glad of it!

(I walked her through similar experiences I had with pro doms years ago; I stopped seeing pros once I learned enough to train amateurs to go through the events with me! This was the first caning Leah ever gave, but certainly not the first one for me to receive. It was much safer than two amateurs going at it for the first time! If you accuse me of taking her "virginity" as a corporal punishment administrator, you must also admit i did get my hide tanned for it!)

Caning was still legal throughout my childhood, and I was horrified of it.
As an adult, one Saturday afternoon in August, naked, I bent over a bar stool and touched the floor in front of me with the tips of my fingers.
The effect was to spread my bare buttocks wide apart completely exposing the sitting muscles, soon for a time to be less comfortable for sitting on.
Dutch pretty, sincerely polite, considerate, utterly charming, ever so girlie girl Leah gave me six-of-the best.
With black electrical tape I had wound around the stem just before the crook handle so as to give her a good grip on it, and to make it a true English school--I had it shipped over from England--"Bognor," she used the 5/16" rattan.
This was the first time she had ever even held a cane in her hands, but she knew what she was doing because she had listened to the instructional audio, Miss Marianne Martindale's "The Art Of Caning."
Strong, flexible, fluid, whippy, good "crack" and a good "fall" to it, there were low whooshes and six loud smacks.
And, six tramlines on my bottom afterwards.
With each stroke, there was a caress across my bare bottom, followed a few seconds later by the pain.
The thin red lines stood out for a few days.
It was like she was still with me.
By the next Saturday they were absolutely gone.
Whenever I sat down, for a couple of days immediately after the incident, I had a mild raw feeling, like something was missing .
I put an extra cushion on my chair.
That solved the problem.
Not a big deal.
There was no other subsequent discomfort than this tenderness.
By getting it as an act of friendship--and education--I conquered that one terror in my life, much like turning snake poison into an antidote.
The experience gave me power and took none away.

It was a totally satisfying experience for Leah, and that makes it totally satisfying for me.
While using it she felt the cane was a part of her. So did I.
I don't so much feel that the cane was used as that it was shared.
I opened myself to intimacy, and it was quite a forceful connecting, a fusion, a very personal energy going into me.
"I liked everything about it," said she. "I did it on your bare bottom because on the seat of the underpants it would have been like eating a candy with the wrapper on it. I stopped only because I felt sorry for you. I didn't use follow through because I didn't want to cut you in two. You have a cute asphole."
It was more than just a somethingness, a lack of a void.
Pain, and the possibility of transcendence, there is something empowering about having "survived" a good thrashing!
I feel love for Leah, but it isn't.

It is a unique kind of bonding.

It's like she got a piece of me and made it a part of her, but the piece also grew back quickly and without a trace, and I have a piece of her which I treasure as a part of me now.

Thirteen years later, grade ten dropout, two kids by two different men, a never wore her seat belt car accident, god knows how many cigarettes, experimenting with drugs to keep from getting fat, arrested for stealing form her employer, I wonder if she still giggles, and just how aware she is that, as I understand it, no man since has ever been willing to let her do anything at all like what she did with me to him.

Resignation is giving away your power.
Surrender is getting your power back. In no way did I resign myself to the cane, but rather I surrendered myself to it, and just thinking about it right now electrifies me.

I loved feeling the air against my bare skin, and the cane against my bare bottom.

She got the right end of the stick for her.
I got the right end of the stick for me.
I feel closer to women for it.

A satisfied woman is always an accomplishment to a man who loves them!
Three cheers!

If you try to hold onto wisdom it will just run through your fingers. The more you share of it, the more you keep.
All the things you love about another person are inside you, and can never be taken away.

And of course, now that she has educated me, I apologize for ever saying women are wrong to go topless in public!

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My view is boys should be completely naked for the cane and spend the next 24 hours unclothed

When my father caned me he always saw me into bed afterwards - still naked. After a caning I had to sleep bare, and he was right - being nude in bed after a caning was an unforgettable feeling - just me and my burning bottom.

I can imagine it would hurt like hell but give you a good hard on at the same time

my father never made a point of coming to see me in bed after he had caned my bottom. He may have when i was asleep. I had little choice but to sleep naked and on top of the covers face down after dad had used either the strap or cane on my bare bottom. The reason was hurt to much to put anything on or to let the bedcovers rub the saw marks on my bottom

why do you think a boy should remain naked for 24 hours after being caned. It would cause a stir if the next day was a school day and turned up in school with nothing on....certainly if it was a mixed school...

It is a question of humiliation - it is a far worse punishment of having your peers of both sexes be able to gaze on your full frontal nudity and well whacked backside

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Never got it bare bottomed, but now i am older i wish i had.<br />
I think it makes the boys stronger.

I've always taken the view that if you're going to cane a boy it should always be on the bare - so you can see what the cane is doing to his bottom. if the boy is clothed it is very difficult to space the strokes so as to minimise 'crossovers'. This is particularly important when the punishment is for six strokes or less - the stripes should be evenly spaced with no crossovers. If it is to be twelve or more, seeing the affected area is all-important if serious damage is to be avoided.

I'm so hard right now it hurts

"Ouch" I think giving him three more was unkind.