Caned In Front Of The Class.I was 11 years of age and for about nine months I attended a residential school before going to Grammar school. It was not a prep or public school [or borstal] but was for the children of people who had business overseas and could not take the children with them. It was for short stays of up to 18 months
My Dad had a new job overseas and Mum and my two younger sisters were going with him .Poor me, was being sent to this boarding school.
On arriving I found to my surprise that what I thought was a boys boarding school actually had about one third girls. Classes were mixed but after school and outside meal and play times the girls went to their own ‘house’.
I also gleaned quite quickly from the other boys that the punishment regime was simple. Caning in school and slipper outside.
I had been punished up until then by my parents who used slipper and strap. At my junior school it was the same; a spanking or a few whacks with the slipper across the shorts.
The school was small with about four classes of children aged from about 9 to 12. I quickly made a few friends and became good mates with Jonesy – It was surnames for boys and girls.
Our class teacher was Mr Blackman who was deputizing for the head who, it seemed , was on extended sick leave. The other three teachers were women who would send either boy or girl to Mr Blackman if punishment was needed during class. I think that they did spank the girls in the traditional OTK knickers down style but for more serious matters and for the boys they deferred to Mr Blackman for punishment. The children would bring with them a Punishment Slip which stated name, misconduct and either 2,4,6 H or B.
From an early age I have always had a fascination for all things corporal punishment. I don’t know why this is. Even though I was often receiving it and having my trousers and pants taken down for a thrashing at home I still got a thrill when the subject came up either in seeing others getting it or just hearing about anything to do with it. I felt excited and terrified about being caned. I wanted to experience what the big boys got but was frightened about how much it would hurt. I was sure to get it at some stage. Others had told me about it, described the pain and procedure but all the talking in the world meant nothing. It felt like the ‘Sword of Damocles’
The cane was kept on a high shelf behind Mr Blackmans desk. It was what I now know to be a junior cane; thin,swishy and it’s crook handle hung down. Anyone entering the class soon saw it and saw that the cane was in use here.
Boys wore grey shorts, long socks, pullover ,shirt and tie. Girls wore grey pleated skirt, white knee length socks, white blouse and cardigan.
Jonesy had been at the school for three months and had been caned four times already. The system seemed to work that boys got four strokes and girls one or two. Occasionally ‘Sir’ would give a ‘hander or two’ but most of the time; on the bum. Here was a bit of additional sexual discrimination though. Boys were caned in class by bending over an empty desk in the front row but the girls were taken out into the lobby and caned there. The reason was modesty. They were caned across the knickers whilst bending over a chair. So, no exciting show for us boys. Although it was a half glazed door it was a brave boy who got out of his seat to peek at a girl being caned.
I did get a glimpse once of Mr Blackman caning a girl when I returned during class from seeing matron. I can remember the picture now. Girl with white knicks bent over the caning chair in the outer lobby and Blackman in the middle of caning her. He told me to 'cut along through to the class'. lovely sight.
A welcome interruption to school work would be the arrival of a pupil from another class presenting themselves for caning and ‘Sir’ would read the punishment slip, take down the cane and oblige.
After three weeks of watching the proceedings of a number of classroom canings my turn arrived. I was caught passing a note to another boy after being warned to pay attention. Mr Blackman called us both to the front and as I left my seat I saw him take the cane off the shelf.
I was about to get the cane at school.
After making us stand with our backs to the board he delivered a short rebuke and then told me to ‘bend over the desk’ I was to be first.My tummy churned and I started to shake a little.
I followed the example of other boys and pulled my shirt out from my shorts, walked forward and bent over the front desk with my legs slightly apart. He pushed me a little further down and my school pullover up my back and well away from my school shorts that were stretched tightly across my backside. I snatched a brief look up at the faces watching my caning as he placed the cane across my shorts and paused. There was a vicious swish, crack and I yelled out as my bum felt searing pain of a line of fire. Again, he placed the cane on and again swish,crack yell. I jumped back a little as a reaction but was pushed back over the desk by Mr Blackman. After giving me the four stokes I had expected he told me to get back to my seat and he motioned to the other lad to bend over the desk.
I had been caned. I walked the short distance to my desk, tears streaming and trying to rub the stinging pain from my smarting bum. I turned to see him cane the other boy named Clarke. Four cracks and yells. The matter dealt with.
Not long after this the bell went and we rushed out to the playground where I immediately went to the ‘bogs’ followed by a few lads ,dropped my trousers to see four red tram lines.
There was one other occasion where four of us boys and a girl called Denise who hung out with us were caught hassling a younger girl to show us her stripes after she had been sent along for the cane. I will post this shorter account later.
This is an account of how we were punished in the classroom. The spankings that we got in the ‘house ‘were also memorable for a number of reasons and I have written about one of them as
'Thrashed at Boarding School'
Getting the cane here seemed bad to me as an 11 year old schoolboy but in hindsight although they were sharp strokes that really stung they were not in the same league as the four canings I got when I went onto Grammar school later that year.
Rob468 51-55, M 10 Responses 14 Jul 2, 2012