Memories of starting at a new boarding school
When I was eleven I was sent to boarding school in the South of England; the year was 1960. I was assigned to my class and introduced to one of the upper sixth prefects who took us all, twenty girls, for a tour of the school. We were told that as today was our first day and that school did not start till tomorrow we would not have to wear our uniform. We were show to our dorm and all picked our own beds and unpacked. We then had to attend a meeting in the assembly hall after lunch at 1.30pm.
We arrived in the hall where we were introduced to all the staff and all the prefects. The headmistress then explained the rules of the school and the importance of the school’s reputation and the pride we should have in the school uniform. She said that at least three times a month there would be a school uniform inspection after Assembly and these were carried out at random. If during these inspections a pupil was found to be improperly dressed then punishment was immediate for a small infringement like a tie not straight or socks not pulled up. Then the girl would have her skirt lifted and receive two hard smacks to the back of each thigh.
For a serious infringement the girl would again receive two hard slaps to the thigh and then have her skirt tucked into her waistband and be sent to stand at front of stage with their back to the rest of the school till after assembly when we would be slippered and given a red sash to wear for one week.
All teachers were allowed to use the slipper and to smack the pupils but the head teacher also had the authority to cane the girls. In this instance the girls would wear a yellow sash for a week. All girls including prefects were liable to be punished. Also prefects could give a girl two smacks with a slipper or refer them to the weekly prefects meeting where a sterner punishment could be given.
After hearing all the rules and discipline measures we were told we could return to our dorm. I was talking to the two girls next to me in the dormitory, Helen and Julie. Julie said her older sister was a fourth year and every one in their year had been slippered and only about five had not been caned at a prefects meeting or by the headmistress, so we had better be prepared for it.
At seven the following morning we were all stood in our uniforms in front of our beds when our housemistress walked in with our house prefect. She started to walk down the side opposite me checking beds and wardrobes and uniforms. As she came to the end bed she stopped, looked at the girl and tutted. Then she turned her round, lifted her skirt and gave her two hard smacks that echoed round the room. The rest of us passed inspection but poor Janet was in tears.
During December of that first term several girls in my class had been punished and two had been caned at the prefects meeting but I had kept out of any trouble at all and was already getting a reputation as a swot and goody-goody. There had been several school uniforms inspections and I had always passed although there had been several smacks and lots of girls stood at the front of the hall awaiting a skippering.
At the last inspection Julie had been caught without regulation knickers and she was stood beside me when her skirt was lifted and she was smacked. The force sent her forward and she was then propelled to the front with her skirt tucked in to await a spanking. During break she had showed me the damage done from six of the best with a slipper; her bottom was still red and slightly bruised.
As we arrived at assembly we were all shivering in the cold and the singing was not as it should have been and the headmistress was not very happy and said that she thought she would warm some bottoms by having a uniform inspection.
Everybody stood up and were busy trying to make certain everything was right. I was in the second row that morning and as she went along the front row she picked up just the smallest defect with uniform and smacked about half the front row and sent three forward for the slipper.
She started on our row and I was near the end. Everyone was doing well until she arrived at Julie next to me, checked her over and then raised her skirt to check her knickers before turning to me. For some reason she checked my knickers first, then turned to face me, checked my socks and tie, then checked the knot in my tie, then just said: “Button!” She turned me round, lifted my skirt and gave me two hard smacks to each thigh which stung like nothing before.
I was waiting for her to tuck my skirt in but she let it drop and moved on. After assembly Julie said that she could see two hand prints on my legs below my skirt and that was because one of my shirt buttons had fallen off and I hadn’t noticed.
I am pleased to say that was the last punishment that I was to receive before being made head girl, and was pleased that I was one of only two girls never to be caned, and one of three never to be slippered.
During my time as head girl it had become the custom for the head girl to sit at the front of assembly side on to the rest of the girls. I had during my time had to deal with several girls and the slipper I had been given was used on a regular basis. I had also taken several girls to the prefects meeting and they had all been punished. Julie had become my best friend and was also deputy head girl. She helped make decisions on the girls I brought before the prefects. Apart from that one spanking during our first year Julie had never had to wear the red sash again and, like me, never wore the yellow sash.
Just after Christmas all was going well as we prepared for our mocks and I had been given special permission to attend a dinner party to celebrate my parents’ silver wedding anniversary and to stay overnight at a local hotel as long as I was back for assembly the following day. The party went very well and i arrived back at school just in time to go upstairs to get ready for assembly.
As I undressed I suddenly remembered all my school knickers were in the laundry as I had forgotten to collect them before going to the party. So I had to keep the pink silk knickers I had on. I was not unduly worried as there had been a uniform inspection on Wednesday and to have one again two days later was unheard of.
Assembly went well and all notices were read out. As the Headmistress made her way to the steps she looked at her watch and then looked up and said that as we had finished assembly early we would have another uniform inspection. My face went bright red and I had butterflies in my stomach. She came down the stairs, stopped in front of me and examined my uniform which as usual was impeccable. Then she went behind me, lifted my skirt and I heard a little gasp and I felt her tucking my skirt into the waist. Then I felt the two stinging slaps to both legs and was pushed forward towards the stage and told to stand with hands on head facing away from the school.
My legs were stinging and I just wanted to rub them. Then I remembered that my knickers were on full view to the entire school and that i would soon be slippered. Five more girls joined me at the front and several more received smacks. The school was then dismissed and Julie was asked to remain behind.
After the girls had all left Julie was told that for the following week she would assume the role of head girl as a girl wearing a red sash could not be head girl. So I was asked to give her my badge. Julie then left the hall but waited outside for me.
The headmistress then told us all to turn round and she had a large slipper in her hand as she gave us all a lecture on not wearing the correct uniform.
She then called out: “Hanson! Out here!”
I walked over was told to turn round and to bend over touching my toes. I felt my knickers tighten over my bum and realized that they must be ‘see through’. I then felt the slipper touch my bottom before moving and suddenly there was a loud noise followed by a burning sensation.
Five more followed without a break and I was told to stand back in front of stage with hands on head. Tears were running down my cheeks out of shame and pain.
After we were all slippered the head came behind us, gave us two hard slaps on the bottom and unhooked our skirts. She then told us to turn round and gave us all a red sash which she said we had to wear across our body from the left shoulder for one week and must wear it at all times apart from when we were in bed.
Julie came upstairs to our dorm with me as we had a free period and while I examined the damage she went to collect my clean clothes from the laundry. On her return I gently eased my school knickers over my sore and swollen bottom. We then went to the prefects room where Miranda, who hated both Julie and myself, was sat.
As soon as we walked in she said: “Who’s got a red sash and red bottom then? About time you got slippered. I bet it’s your first time isn’t it?”
She then noticed that I wasn’t wearing my head girl badge and said: “I think you should leave this room as it’s for prefects and you are not one now, are you?”
I said that I was not Head girl for the next week but thought I was still a prefect The rules were pointed out to me which said that while any girl was wearing a red or yellow sash she could not hold any office within the school.
As I had never expected to wear one of these sashes I did not let it register with me, so I had no alternative but to leave the office. As I was leaving I turned to Miranda and told her that I would remember this.
She immediately told me to stop where I was as she was not going to be threatened by any normal schoolgirl. I looked in disbelief at what she had said. Julie looked away as Miranda walked over to the desk and picked up a referral slip to the next prefects meeting, which was to be held that afternoon, handed it to me and said that she would be calling Julie as a witness to the fact that I had threatened her for pointing out school rules.
At 2.00pm I was stood outside the prefects room with my hands on my head and my nose against the wall with six other girls awaiting our fate. As girls were dealt with in order of being summoned I thought I would be last to be called in. I did not know that four of the girls had been caught outside school at lunchtime and so were after me.
The first girl was called in and I could hear muffled voices, then silence. They must be considering punishment. Then I heard a whoosh and a scream, followed by two more, then silence. The girl must be signing the punishment book. Then she came out with a tear stained face and her skirt missing and three angry red marks protruding either side of her knickers. She stood against the wall hands on head and nose to wall as a junior prefect came out to stand over us to make sure there was no talking and no rubbing punished bottoms.
I recognised the girl as Anne, a girl I had reported last year for smoking and as a result she got six strokes from the deputy headmistress.
The second girl was called in, a second year I did not recognise We then heard her receive six strokes of the slipper and she came out without skirt and crying and stood hands on head nose to wall.
I was then shocked to hear my name called out. I entered the room and saw the deputy headmistress and all the prefects. Miranda read out the case against me and when I was asked to respond I said that it was not a threat, just a saying. Julie was asked what way I had said it, and she had to say it could have been interpreted as a threat but was certain it was not.
Also, I was charged with being in the prefects room at which I had no choice but to plead guilty.
There was then a discussion for several minutes before Julie stood up and said that as acting head girl it was her duty to give the verdict and she would deal with the two charges separately.
“For being in the prefects room when not a prefect, you are awarded four strokes of the slipper. Do you accept this?” I was asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
Julie stood up as it would be her duty to punish me. “Remove your skirt and bend over the desk.”
I duly did this and she then gave me four slaps with the slipper as hard as the head had done earlier. I was then asked to sign the punishment book accepting that I had received the punishment.
Julie then stood again and said that as for the threat issued, the case is proven and the punishment will be six strokes of the cane from the deputy headmistress.
She stood up and picked her cane. I could not believe this was happening, but I was ordered to bend back over the desk. I felt the cold feel of the cane against my sore bottom, then a whoosh and a searing burning pain across my bottom. Another followed as I tried to suppress my screams. Then another four followed at regular intervals.
I was then told to stand and to sign the punishment book, and sent outside. I could see Anne smirking as I went to the wall and stood there until all punishments were carried out.
We were all called back in and given our skirts back. Then we were each given a sash to wear for the next week. I was told that because I was already wearing one red sash I would also have to wear a second as I had been slippered twice.
I returned to our dorm and just lay face down on the bed and the tears rolled. About ten minutes later Julie arrived and said she was sorry but that she had no alternative. She brought some cold cream from one of the other girls and gently applied it.
When I awoke the following morning I did not feel too bad but as I got up and looked in the mirror I knew that I would be the centre of attention at games today.
Because of not being head girl or deputy head girl I could not change in our own office and everybody would see the six lines across my bottom and the bruising left by the two slipperings. Julie tried to cheer me up saying just to laugh off the comments. As we both dressed ready for breakfast and assembly I did an extra check of my uniform just in case there was another inspection. Everything was okay.
I was just going to open the door to our dorm when Julie shouted. “Stop! You are not wearing these.”
I had forgotten my sashes so I quickly put on the two red sashes and then over the opposite shoulder I put the yellow sash which indicated that I had also been caned.
We went to breakfast and I was not allowed to sit at the top table and everyone was looking at me and smirking. It was so embarrassing. The week soon passed and without any more serious trouble but I did get my legs smacked in front of the history class when somebody slapped my sore bottom as we filed into class and I yelped just after we had been told to enter quietly.
The day finally arrived when I handed my sashes back to the headmistress’s secretary. At break time both Julie and I were told to report to the head’s office which we did and I was given back my head girl’s badge and got another lecture from her saying that she hoped there would be no repeat which I assured her there would not be. We were asked to attend her office again after lunch to meet Mr Thomas, the new Geography teacher, and to show him around school.
We arrived at the head’s office and knocked on the door and were told to enter. The head introduced us to Mr Thomas and asked us to sit down while she finished going through the school rules and punishment system before asking us to show him around school and to answer any questions that he may ask and to take him to the staff room before afternoon break.
After leaving Mr Thomas at the staff room we returned to our little office next to our dorm and I said to Julie that he appeared very interested as to what punishments he could hand out. He only looked to be mid thirties and with a very strong looking physique. I said I was glad that we did not have Geography so we shouldn’t have any dealings with him.
Over the next two weeks I handed out several slipperings and I heard whispers that I was using the slipper more and with more force since I had been punished. We had several uniform inspections and I passed every one.
Julie did however have her legs smacked for having a dirty water splash on the back of her white socks but escaped a slippering. Word had also got around that Mr Thomas used his slipper on a regular basis and had girls in tears a lot of the time. But he apparently rarely gave more than two strokes as he did not believe in the sash as he found that to be degrading. His thought was a short sharp lesson as the sash was only worn if you got three or more. That way, prefects who could give two with the slipper could not give out sashes.
After Half term things were getting ready for the Easter break and Julie and myself had become a very close pair and we had been asked to assist on Monday mornings with the third year hockey training as we were both very good ourselves.
On this particular Monday we had just had to punish two fifth year girls and also Miranda. This was especially sweet after her reporting me and I did not hold back, so she left our office with a very sore bottom.
We were running a little late but if we took a short cut through the hall we would still be there before all the girls were changed. So we quickly undressed, put on our yellow hockey shirt and red games knickers and red skirt, and set off for the changing rooms.
We rushed through the hall which was normally out of bounds and were just staring to panic as we could hear the girls making a noise. We ran to the top of the stairs and had just got there when we heard this voice.
“You girls! Stop where you are, put your hands on your heads and then come here.”
We stopped, looked at each other as we put our hands on our heads, and turned to face Mr Thomas stood in his classroom doorway.
“Get in here at once,” he said as we walked into the class he was taking.
He asked why we were running along school corridors and we explained we were a little late. He said that was no excuse. He walked past me to Julie and stood behind her. Then there were four almighty loud smacks to the back of one of Julie’s thighs. Julie let out a scream of pain before he applied another four loud smacks to her other thigh. This left her with tears in her eyes.
He then stood behind me and I felt the four blows to my right thigh followed by four to my left thigh and I realised that the stories we had heard of him using the slipper must be true if he hurt so much smacking our thighs.
He came round to the front of us and said that was what naughty girls got for running in school. He then asked us where we had been and we said we had just come from our office, at which point he said to us that when we showed him round the school and showed him our office the only way we could get to go past his classroom was if we came through the hall.
We agreed that we had come through the hall but it was because we were helping in a lesson and we thought we were allowed to under these circumstances. He told us that rules were rules, as we would find out.
He went to his desk and pulled out a very large slipper and told us both to bend over and touch our toes. We looked at each other with fear in our eyes.
We bent over and our skirts rode up above our bottoms as they were very short games skirts. Julie lined up behind me and I felt the slipper against my bottom, then move away, then a loud bang as I was pushed forward by the force. The sudden pain made me scream out. A second stroke followed.
Then Julie got the same with similar results.
We were then told to stand and go and help with the Hockey training. As we went downstairs our legs and bottoms were on fire and it was taking all our will power not to cry.
We arrived at the Sports field to help with the training and had to explain to the teacher why we were late. She looked at our legs and agreed they were sore.
After the training was over we returned to our office and had a shower next door in our dorm. We examined our bottoms, which still showed the signs of our slipperings, and we then agreed it was the hardest slipperings we had ever had.
When we had dressed we strolled along to the prefect room and, on entering, it all went quiet. We looked at everyone and asked if there was a problem.
They just said they had heard we had both had the slipper off Mr Thomas and wanted to know if he was really hard. We both explained that it was and advised everybody to avoid punishment by him if possible. We made a cup of tea and got on with our prep for the following day’s English lesson.
After about an hour the door burst open and Cathy and Sheila entered in floods of tears. They said they had to report to the Headmistress before supper as they had been caught by Mr Thomas coming back into school after visiting the local shop. He had given them both smacks on the thighs and said he was reporting them to the headmistress, which would mean six with the slipper. They were the only two girls who had never been slippered.
I said: “Look, you both have had the cane and that is far worse than the slipper.”
This meant now that out of the twenty girls in the upper 6th we would all have been slippered and only Julie had never felt the cane.
When we were getting ready for bed I said in a joking fashion that I would have to find an excuse to report Julie to the prefect meeting and get her caned.
At first Julie was shocked and said that she would never give me a chance to do that. After a while she asked me if it really hurt being caned compared to getting the slipper of Mr Thomas. I said it was about 10 times worse and it hurt for several days after, every time I sat down. She said she had often thought about doing something to get caned, but had always chickened out as she was really scared of it. Also she said she could not face the embarrassment of being caned at the prefect meeting like I was. We then let the subject drop and went to sleep.
At the weekend Julie and I received permission to go into the local town and to stay there for the evening performance of Macbeth at the local theatre group, as this was part of our A level English Lit exams. The rest of the girls had been able to go to the matinee performance on the Wednesday but we had been busy at a Hockey Competition.
It was arranged that we could go in on the bus to collect our tickets and then have a meal at the local restaurant. As we were going to be out in the evening we had been allowed not to wear uniform and we would be collected outside the theatre by a member of staff at the conclusion of the play.
We had a lovely meal and a glass of wine as we were both eighteen now and really enjoyed the play. As we came out of the theatre Miss Maloney was waiting outside and drove us back to school, asking if we had enjoyed the play and whether it had helped our studies. We explained that it was an excellent production and that it would help us with our upcoming exams next term.
On Monday morning we got up, had breakfast and went to Assembly. We were still talking about the play. As I expected, there was a school inspection that morning and as soon as the headmistress had finished there were nine girls awaiting a spanking.
She went back on the stage and said she would like to see the following prefects in her room immediately after Assembly. They were Miranda, Julie and Susan, and could they please wait in her office while she dealt with these girls?
We were all dismissed and as I made my way from my position at the front of the hall to the back to catch up with Miranda and me. I was wondering what duties she wanted us to carry out.
As we entered her office there was only one chair in front of her desk, so we all sat on the other chairs against the wall talking to each other. After about ten minutes we heard her steps outside and we all stood up and smiled as she came in and asked us all to stand in front of her desk.
She appeared to have a frown on her face but was not shouting or raising her voice when she asked Julie and myself if we had enjoyed our evening away from school on Saturday. We both replied how fantastic we thought it had been. Then she suddenly told us we may change our opinion shortly.
She the turned to Miranda and said she had been checking her school record and found that although she had been punished on several occasions including canings she was generally a credit to the school. She then turned to Julie and said that she had always been a credit to the school and apart from a couple of slipperings as yet she had never been caned.
She then turned to me and told me I had an exemplary record until the last month or two when I had been slippered three times and caned.
She then asked us if we knew why we were here and we said that we didn’t.
She came up to me, unclipped my Head girl badge, and pinned it onto Miranda. She took Julie’s deputy head girl badge off and put it onto her desk and said that for the following week Miranda was to be Head Girl as girls wearing yellow sashes could not be. Miranda was dismissed and she left the room with a grin from ear to ear.
Julie and I both went to speak but were told to be quiet and to put our hands on our heads. She then asked us if we enjoyed our meal in the restaurant on Saturday, and we said we did. She asked if we enjoyed our glass of wine. The penny began to drop but we said we did and, as we were both eighteen and not in uniform, we thought we would be okay to have one small drink.
“Maybe,” she said. “But when you are a little boisterous afterwards and asked to be quiet by a couple sat nearby, then it is not okay.
“That couple were the deputy head governor of the school who recognised you from photographs he had been shown the previous day recommending you both for awards.
“He phoned this morning to complain and wants you both punished.”
She said she had no option other than to agree and therefore we would both receive six strokes of the cane now if we wanted to keep our positions and also receive our awards. She would give us five minutes alone to discuss it.
As she left the room I said to Julie that I would be accepting the punishment because if we spoiled somebody’s evening then we deserved it.
Julie said she would also as she had expected it as she knew the deputy head governor and thought this would be her last chance to be caned but not in front of all the prefects. As it was her who had been noisy, she did not think that I would also be caned.
At first I was annoyed but then understood after listening to her for the previous two weeks about wanting to experience the cane.
Julie said she would explain to the head that it was all her fault and that she would accept the caning, but that I should be let off.
I said: “No, we both made a noise so we will both be punished.”
The Headmistress entered the room and we told her we would both take the canings.
She told us to remove our skirts and place them on a chair against the wall. She took out a large leather bound book from her desk and placed it on the top surface. She got up and walked over to a cupboard by the window and selected a long and thick cane which was very flexible as she bent it in her hands.
She then ordered me to bend over the back of the chair in front of her desk and told Julie to stand against the wall. I bent over the chair and grabbed hold of the legs. She told me to bend over as much as I could. I heard her put the cane on the desk behind us and then she lifted my blouse out of the way and tucked it into my bra strap. She then grabbed hold of the top of my knickers and pulled them right up so that they started to disappear up my bum.
I heard her pick up the cane again and heard four or five practice swings before I felt the cane across the top part of my bottom. I felt a few taps before it was withdrawn before slashing down across by bottom. The thud when it landed was so loud I shouted out, but the pain did not seem to be there at first. Then my bottom exploded and I thought I had sat on a fire.
Another three strokes followed, each one intensifying the pain and getting a little lower each time. After the fifth I don’t know how I remained bent over as I stamped my feet and screamed in pain.
Suddenly the was no more and I thought I must have miscounted and was just about to get up when i heard the hiss as the cane came down and caught me just below my knickers where my bottom and thighs join. The pain was unbearable. I heard the order to stand up and just managed to do so and hobble over to Julie who was shaking at what she had witnessed. And then it was her turn.
I was told to stand with my hands on my head and watch Julie’s punishment. She had tears in her eyes and when her knickers were pulled up I could see that this would be a virtual bare bottom caning.
After each stroke I could see that a weal had come up and was turning colour. I then noticed that after the third stroke had landed the tip of the cane had landed in the middle of her right buttock and a blister had formed. Another blister formed after the fifth stroke. Like mine, the sixth stroke landed across the join of her bottom and thighs.
Julie had to be helped to her feet and the tears were running down her face. We were told to put our skirts back on and told to sign the punishment book.
The Headmistress then told us the episode was over and gave us both a handful of tissues and told us we were excused lessons for the rest of the morning but would be expected in lessons that afternoon. As we were about to leave her office she gave us both yellow sashes to wear for the next week.
We staggered back to our dorm, took of our skirts and lay face down on the beds. As we were about to lie down I noticed somebody had put a jar of cold cream on the bedside table which we managed to daub it over each other’s bottoms.
We just lay there sobbing for over an hour until we heard the bell for morning break and decided to look at the damage to our rears. I tried to sit down on the chair in front of the dressing table but found it very hard. We both applied another load of cold cream to our rear and had just settled down when there was a tap on the door and Miranda walked in. She said she was glad we found the cold cream and we had certainly been caned very hard and she was genuinely sorry for us and offered to make us a drink.
By the time we heard the bell for lunch, the pain was just subsiding. As we got up, the door opened again and Miranda walked in with sandwiches and cold drinks on a tray. She told us that the headmistress had sent them for us.
We managed to attend lessons in the afternoon but it was two days before we could sit down without flinching. Julie told me that although the caning had really hurt her she felt excited by the whole idea. I told her not to be so daft as I did not want to experience anything like that ever again.
When we returned our sashes the following Monday I swore then never to wear one again no matter what colour and I am pleased to report that I never have. Julie on the other hand wore a red sash on three more occasions and a yellow sash twice more.