On Report - Part One

The day after my first caning I had to go to the secretary’s office before school and pick up my report card. This was a card with all the days of the school week on it and all the lessons marked for each day. When you were on report you had to wait after each class and give the card to the teacher who would score your behaviour for each class by writing either G for good, U for unsatisfactory or S for satisfactory.

It was very difficult to get Gs – I think I got two over the entire week – but some teachers would give U’s for anything at all. In one English lesson I never did or said anything at all and I got a U because the teacher said I hadn’t contributed to the lesson!
Also some teachers would give me an S but then lecture me about how they were being generous and I needed to improve. Just having to wait after the end of the class, often with the next class lining up outside was embarrassing but it also meant I often got off to a bad start for the next lesson and having to explain to the teacher why I was late and that I was on report.

The first period of every Friday afternoon was “Form period” when all pupils were in their own form room and the form teachers dealt with any administrative matters and we then did private study. It was also the time when any pupils who had been on report had to take their report cards and show them to the headmaster.

The fight and my caning was on a Wednesday, so I only had a day and half of the card (11 lessons) filled in by the first Friday form period. Nevertheless, I knew the rule so I wasn’t surprised when Mr Peters told me to take my report card to the headmaster. He asked me to show it to him first and theatrically drew in a deep breath before wishing me luck! I think it was about 3 U’s and the rest S’s.
My bottom was still bruised and I could still feel the effects of the caning when I sat down but I wasn’t as worried as maybe I should have been because I thought the head would just look at the card and warn me and then decide on any extra punishment after I reported again in next week’s form period. But I really didn’t want to get the cane again just two days after my first time!

There was already a boy waiting by the door to the head’s office and I had to report to the secretary and give her my name and then she told me to stand next to him in silence. A minute or two later another boy came and went through the same procedure and then she knocked on the head’s door and ushered the first boy in. Me and the other boy looked at each other and he smiled wryly at me.
The secretary came out and closed the door. I couldn’t hear anything that was going on in there for what seemed like ages and I heard the sound the cane thwacking down and the boy’s answering yell. It suddenly brought back to me how much my own caning had hurt and I shivered. Two more strokes followed.

Then again there was a pause and finally the boy came out and the secretary told me to go in. The first thing I saw was the cane on the head’s desk in front of him. I knew it was just from caning the first boy and didn’t mean anything about what was going to happen to me, but I still winced involuntarily at the sight.

Mr Taylor held out his hand for the report card and started to go through it. He made me explain in detail about the circumstances of all of the 3 or 4 U’s I had got and it was obvious that in some cases the teachers had already spoken to him about it. I didn’t really try to defend myself too much and just said I was sorry and it would be better next week. He even asked me about some of the lessons which I’d got S’s for. This all took quite some time and was very stressful especially with the cane still lying just in front of him.
After having finally gone through to the last lesson on Friday morning he put the card back on the table and looked at me.
He said something like “This isn’t really good enough, Marling, is it?” and picked up the cane!

I was too shocked to respond. He must have seen by my face how I felt.

But after a bit he slowly put the cane down again and said “I won’t cane you this time, Marling, as it has only been one and a half days. But I think you need a warning to improve your behaviour. “ He said he was going to give me a note to take to Mr Peters to ask him to slipper me and that unless next week’s card was significantly better he would cane me then and even consider extending the on report period.

So I had to stand there as he wrote the note out in front of me. He folded it and told me to give it to Mr Peters “with his compliments”. And then he signed my report card at the bottom and told me to give it to the secretary and get a new one and then go back to my form room. The last boy went in as I left.

As I walked back I was thinking that this was something that Mr Taylor and Mr Peters had cooked up between them because I hadn’t taken the slippering from Mr Peters in the first place. I’d had the slipper in front of the class before and it was usually more embarrassing than painful, though some teachers could really hurt with just 1 or 2 whacks. But this time I thought Mr Peters was probably going to make an example out of me and not stop at just 1 or 2.

I was right. I handed the note to him (and the compliments!) and he announced to the class that I had let the class down by being on report and that as the head had left it to him to deal with me he was going to give me a sound slippering.

Normally slipperings in front of the class (which only happened to boys) were just one or two whacks and you had to bend side onwards to the class holding your legs for it. But this time Mr Peters took his plimsole from his desk and asked a girl at the front to move out of her seat and then for me to stand in front of her desk and lean forward, supporting my weight by holding on to the near end of the desk.
I was very aware of everyone watching as I bent down. We did not usually wear our jackets in class but I had put mine on to go and see the headmaster and he flipped up the bottom of it.

My friends told me afterwards that he had really hit hard, harder than he usually did, but I realised that from the first whack myself. My bum was still sore and that first whack was hard enough to physically knock me forward and my whole bottom felt on fire. I just concentrated on staying in position and making as little noise as I possibly could.

He didn’t make it easy for me. The next whack (and they all seemed harder as he went on) was on the exact same place and took me by surprise before he turned his attention to my other bottom cheek. I was trying so hard to take it without making too much of a fool of myself that I soon lost count of the number of whacks.

When he pulled me by my hair and told me to get up I had to stumble my way back to my desk and everyone saw I was crying but there was no laughing or giggling from the girls. I think most pupils were shocked at how hard it had been. I carefully lowered myself into my seat. There was only about a quarter of an hour left of form period, but it was a deeply uncomfortable 15 minutes for me.
Afterwards my friends told me I’d got 8 whacks. I was shocked as I’d never heard of anyone getting more than 6 before.

To add insult to injury, at the end of the form period I had to take my card to Mr Peters and he marked it U – because he’d had to give me the slipper!

This has taken longer to write than I thought so I will stop here and write down an account of my last period on report when I get a chance.

John3853 John3853
56-60, M
May 11, 2012