I was six years old when I received my first corporal punishment at school. It was in 1958 and it occurred at my infants school. I was being disruptive and a general nuisance during a class, and I was warned several times by the teacher, Mrs C, about my behaviour. I did not take notice and eventually she sent me to stand in the corner.

However, I still would not behave and kept talking to my friends. Mrs C was a kind lady and warned me once again, which I ignored. Finally, she told the class to behave and grabbed me by the arm. She almost dragged me down the corridor to the Headmistress’s office. She knocked and was told to enter. Mrs C told the Headmistress, Miss J, what I had done. Miss J told Mrs C to return to her class and she would deal with me. I was now a very frightened little boy.

I had heard what happened when Miss J dealt with naughty pupils and knew it was not going to be nice. One of my friends had been given a sound spanking earlier in the year and had told me all about it.

Miss J started by lecturing me, before placing a chair in the middle of the room. She sat on the chair and told me to come to her. I knew what was coming and started crying. When I was next to her, Miss J grabbed me and, before I knew it, I was over her knees. I wriggled, but she had a firm hold on me with one arm. She expertly pulled my shorts and pants down, leaving my bare bottom on display. She soon started smacking my bottom very hard.

I remember screaming and crying as the pain grew. I am not sure how many slaps I got, but she soon started on my thighs as well. After what seemed a long while, but was probably not, she released me and stood me up. I was crying uncontrollably while rubbing my legs and bottom.

Miss J stood up and replaced the chair before ordering me to stand in the corner. I stood there with my shorts and pants around my ankles. While I was stood there, Miss J had a lady visitor who noticed me and made some comment to Miss J, which made them both laugh. It was so embarrassing standing there so everyone who entered could see my bare bright red bottom!

I heard the bell for break ring, but Miss J told me I was to miss the break. When the break had finished, she came over and pulled my shorts and pants up and wiped my tears away. She then gave me a cuddle before taking me back to my class. I remember the looks from the other pupils when we entered and she told Mrs C that I had been given a sound spanking. I was a very red faced and bottomed boy!

It was so difficult sitting still on a hard wooden chair until the end of the day. Needless to say, it was obvious that I had been spanked when I got home. I did not get another spanking, but was sent to bed immediately and only allowed down for tea. This was the first of several painful school punishments, but the last at my infants school. I have to admit, they were all well deserved!