The Headmaster

we have read stories about canings from the headmaster but what was he really like.i was raised on a fair sized estate and most of us went to the same schools. from junior to secondary. at junior the headmaster used a slipper but we all knew that in the next school it was the dreaded cane. we all knew from an early age how the cane was used from the older boys or brothers. the ritual was always the same. face the door and bend over...some boys would say din urt but the more honest ones would say you wont want it again. parents knew all about it also and knew it was used on both boys and girls in the same manor. before starting the school we read with parents the rules in a booklet and i remember the words ..corporal punishment will be used as a last resort. ive heard many parents say to their child ..dont be late or you get the cane. there was never any complaints about the headmaster and he even caned for offences that happened out of school. he had been there many years and was well known and respected with both parents and pupils. i remember my first day at the school, we were all ushered into the main hall, dressed in our new uniforms , black blazer trousers and shirt with a tie, the girls wore pleated skirts and jumpers. i was scrubbed in the bath the night before and with my new haircut i suppose i looked fairly smart. we all sat cross legged on the floor. a teacher was talking to us then the headmaster appeared. total silence in the hall. it was the first time i saw him and was quite surprised. i expected an ogre type of man, big and angry with a purple face. but no , he was an oldish chap, well old to me. grey hair which matched his suit and fairly thin. i also expected him to carry his cane, but he walked over to the stand and gave a brief speach and left the hall. he never mentioned the rules or the cane as i expected him to. one teacher commented..now theres a man of experience. he didnt look frightening but had a calm posh voice...........when a teacher entered the classroom we all had to stand up. when the head entered we all bolted upright. at break in the grounds there was lots of noise . but when the head walked accross the grounds there was a hush of noise till he had gone. i was 11 years old and in the first year. messing about i was sent out of class and had to do my work in the corridor. would you believe it but the head walked down the corridor. i stood up, it was the first time he had spoke to me. he said..and what are you doing outside my lad.i explained that i had been sent out for messing about sir. he went into the classroom to talk to the teacher. my little heart was pounding,,i didnt want the cane..he came out and said..dont let me find you outside again my lad..he always my lad.. yes sir.and he walked off. he would often take lessons when the teacher was absent. they werent so bad, everyone behaved like little goodies but he was very nice, and aproachable. he never said a lot outside of the classroom but he had respect by all., i was 12 and a half and had not yet plucked up the courage for a caning offence, although it was very near. some of the boys had been caned and these had the trophy. we were all standing outside the gym waiting for the pe teacher who was late. then the head appeared. he was to take over the lesson. there was silence and he opened the changing room door, we all walked in and changed. we didnt know what to expect. he took his shoes off and went into the hall, he said come on my lads and we went in. he sat down and said do what you want. it was great, we climbed the ropes, climbed the wall bars , kicked the soft ball about, a free lesson enjoyed by all including the head. he sat there laughing with us. i saw him that day in a different light. we all filed back into the changing room and ******** off for a shower. we never really needed to shower but it was what we did after pe.the head sat on the bench opposite me. there was a lot of noise as we undressed. one of the bigger boys turned on the showers and they all started to go in. i was never very confident being naked in front of other boys , so i was a bit slower. it didnt bother me stripping in front of the headmaster though. i was always ok with adults but for some reason i was a bit coy in front of boys my own age. i had only just started puberty, so i had only a few hairs and felt small in this region. out of the corner of my eye i would peek at the other boys. some were a lot more advanced than me, but looking back now i dont supposed i noticed that maybe some of the boys were at the same stage as me. i ran to the shower and waited for a shower head to become free. i showered and ran back to my place to dry off . the head still sat there right in front of me. i was totally naked but not bothered an inch. minutes later a semi circle ring formed around the head with boys drying themselves and asking questions..sir this and sir that. for once i had felt a bit more confident being naked in front of all and i believe it was because the headmaster had sat there. of course there had to be the caning question..please sir how many boys have you caned. he replied something like..i have tanned many a backside my lad. there was laughter. we all really enjoyed that lesson. it could have only been a week or 2 when i plucked up the courage to not do my lines that were given. the year head said go to the headmaster and i will be down in a minute. my stomache turned and i walked to his office. it was in between lessons so i had time to show off to my friends that i was going for the cane. some offered me their shorts but i declined saying i didnt need them. truth is i was scared in case he saw the outline of them and it was rumoured that any boy wearing padding was to take his trousers down. i didnt ever know this to happen though. i found myself outside the headmasters office looking at his door. there was a chair outside but i never sat on it. his office was at the front of the school in a quiet corridor next to the reception. i felt lonely now in this quiet corridor. all the others were in lessons. i was regretting now . the headmaster appeared walking up the corridor, his head was slightly bowed and his hands were behind his back. he never looked at me but just walked into his office and shut the door. i had a quick glimpse of his office then. i noticed he had a light green carpet. the year head appeared and also went in. it now seemed i had been standing here ages, which i had. the door opened and i was told to enter. my head was down as i looked at the carpet. biting my nails a bit, my stomache had butterflys as the head ask me about my behavior. it was no use trying to get out of it, i knew i couldent turn back the clock and now i was to feel the cane. the headmaster was a completely different person as to the pe lesson. i said yes sir to everything he said and then he said ..i think you had better stand there my lad pointing to a spot on the floor. i moved and took off my bag that was on my shoulder and placed it on the floor. my knees were trembling as he opened a cupboard door that was next to me. he bent over as he looked into the cupboard. maybe he was demonstrating on how he wanted me to bend. he produced a cane. my heart sank, my stomache in knots. he closed the door of his cupboard and said ..face the door..i did this and i up until now i wondered why he walked to his desk. i now realise it was to put his glasses on. he then said those dreaded words.BEND OVER. i bent over with my hands on my knees looking at the carpet. my bottom was right in the air . i now felt either embarrassed or humiliated. a week or so before i was naked in front of him and felt confident. i felt him lift my blazer. my bottom felt exposed. all done very slowly he tapped the cane on my bottom. i was scared of what i was about to feel. i didnt want to cry as it would spoil my street cred. he lifted the cane away and then i heard a swoosh and a thwack. i thought that didnt hurt. then after 4 or 5 seconds a seering sting appeared. yeow i thought, ive never felt anything like before. he waited a good few seconds before he placed the cane on my bottom again. by now i had a rush of blood or pins and needles effect rush from my bottom through my private parts, into my stomache and up to my mouth to a watery taste. i gulped and swallowed and let out a sigh. he tapped again the another stroke landed. i was now stinging that felt unbelievable, i jumped foreward but stepped back again. my eyes watering i still managed to stay bent over. then i heard him open the cupboard door, i turned my head to see him put the cane away, thank goodness it was over with only 2 strokes. i dont want that again i thought. as i stood up my bottom was stinging even more. the room was just a blur but i wasent crying out aloud. i felt like rubbing or dancing. he was a hard caner but i had my trophy. i was taken back to class and of course yes i said din urt...i never wanted it again but to no avail. each time it hurt very much. some boys have said they had it on the sit spot. between the buttocks and legs but i didnt. they claimed it was hard to sit down. my first caning it was given at the top of the bottom but i suppose i was only 12 and a half. my third caning i think, he came for me in the changing room as i had skived a french lesson . this was the time i got 3 strokes. he was not a sadist but a very hard caner and the strange thing about it , i never hated him. a bit like a spanking in the home, after an hour or so things went back to normal...
kooboo kooboo
46-50, M
4 Responses Sep 21, 2012

dont get me wrong...yes i did wonder what the cane would feel like , but after i never wanted a second dose...believe me....

for me it was always hands on the knees, but bending right over and sticking bottom out...

He sounds a fair, if painful, man.

it should never have been banned. i think the school punishments nowadays are worse and long drawn out. suspensions and even expelled are wrong as they effect their education.the cane was to be avoided if possible, but like me i was a bit of a handful and found myself bending for the headmaster a number of times. looking back now i wouldent have changed things...