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I can only imagine what my face must have looked like, as he looked visibly shocked when I turned round. Brown, the Headmistress, cannot conceal her proud whilst she carefully observes how Miss Miller, the young teacher who joined the teachers staff only a couple of months ago, is delivering her first real caning to one of her pupils.
She held me by the scruff of my neck, shaking me for emphasis as she told the school: “And THAT’S what happens to naughty, disobedient, wicked girls in THIS school. Sure enough, within moments first one, then two, then three then four then five and finally, six brutal strokes made up what is traditionally referred to as a ‘five bar gate on my backside. In my final schooldays I can remember only 3 teachers I respected,Mr Johnson,Harry Dowson,Miss Willoughby,these never had any problems from me because they treat me as a human being but the rest I went out of my way to rebel and play up at every opportunity! A row of school raincoats hung on a peg for each girl in the school, every coat neatly hung and topped with that most hated object; the school boater. I’m sure that influenced my parents’ decision to send me there, as they were firm believers in the rod connecting firmly and regularly with their wilful and disobedient daughter’s backside.I served on the front line in some pretty full-on actions in the army, and was a senior middle manager in a large pharma company, so I will leave you to make you own judgement on that one. On the bus home, I kept wondering how long it would be before the strap came out of its brown paper bag. Nothing more was said until the following Friday morning, just as I was about to leave for school, when I was informed that she was still not satisfied and I was to present myself for further punishment that night at 7. After a long lecture we were lined up outside her office with our hands on heads, with me last and my cousin second last. I think that we all took it for granted years ago that if you'd got spellings or maths incorrect then you would either receive strikes across the hand or the backside.
Anyway it got to the last few minutes and we thought we'd won, when who should catch us but the teacher we were hiding from, we got marched in front of the class and given three on each hand, my god did it sting, we didn't show any emotion though, so in a way we won. Not just the impact of cane against my bum, but the excruciating pain as capillaries seeped into the surrounding muscle, later to turn black, blue and yellow as the bruising developed. I must have been drifting in my thoughts when there was a crash against the back wall, which brought me back to reality rather quickly. Break was nearly over by the time I left, my bottom feeling twice its size and my ego reduced by half.I was caned twice for playing up in class, but the man who did it was not nasty enough to make much impact; it was quite benign really. I've smoked behind the bike sheds at school with my arse still burning from being caned for smoking - and I wasn't the only one. Nothing, I don’t think, could have stopped me and neither was this Head, as she was already doing the paperwork, saying nothing and just leaving me to it. Meekly, I opted for the latter, partly because I couldn’t face the prospect of an interminable parental harangue and partly because I was more than a little excited by the thought of a smacking from this mature lady. She gave my roasted bottom another two smacks for luck and heaved me to my feet, leaving me to stand in front of her, struggling to pull my pyjama bottoms up my shaking legs and over my burning behind with my trembling hands.
Both had been caned before, but neither of them had seen the legendary Dragon cane which the Headmistress was now flexing so menacingly.However, I did receive a spanking at primary school in 1960, when I was 8, being drawn over the male teacher’s lap and given several sharp whacks with a pair of wooden rulers on my short pants. After summoning all the culprits in the detention class, I saw quite astonished how the Headmistress wrote a long and boring sentence on the blackboard to be copied only 250 times by the girls but 1000 times by the boys! I've read an account of some girls who were caned at a private school in the early 90's for sneaking into the boys' dorm and they next day they brought the headmistress some flowers and chocolate to show their appreciation for being punished for wrongdoing. He gently tapped each pocket of the seat of my pants before delivering one of the most powerful paddle swats I had ever received.
I already knew the majority of punishments from her were taken touching toes, skirt up and knickers tightly stretched, as opposed to the holding out your hands as happened at many establishments. They decided I would fare better in a small private school with tiny class numbers where I could be observed more closely.Maybe girls are less sensitive to pain than boys, they have to be because they're the ones who give birth, which seems ironic in a way because in Singapore and Malaysia they're only allowed to use the cane on boys by law.