Archive for ‘School & College Punishments’

May 22nd, 2019

Memories of India

I guess I am one of the older readers of this site having been born in 1946, but I look forward to another reader disproving me. I am a sprightly pensioner who remains active and still enjoys mild spankings from my Edward. I also continue to be fascinated by space exploration, having lived through the exciting exploits of Sputnik, the Apollo missions, the first man on the moon, the international space station, Mars exploration and now the Chinese landing on the dark side of the moon. However, I thought I would comment on the realities of corporal punishment as I have lots of experience, some of which matches the fictional stories made by contributors to the sister fiction website.

I was born in India just nine months after my father came back from the war in Burma and elsewhere in SE Asia. He had a very good job as the British Raj came to an end, but had the good fortune to be asked to stay on for some years. We loved India and the lovely people but his job meant that he was away often and for prolonged periods. When I was a teenager, my mother would accompany him on his trips and they engaged a Governess (Miss D) to keep a watchful eye on me. I probably needed that as I was a tomboy and enjoyed going around the district with friends.
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May 22nd, 2019

Snowball spanking

When I was about 10, we had a winter of snow which lasted a long time into April and where we all got used to throwing snowballs at school. Most teachers didn’t mind kids being kids, but they did object to being the target as I found one day to my cost.

We were throwing snowballs before school when the whistle went as the teacher on duty came into the playground to line us up. Now my friend just caught me a good one with a snowball as the whistle went, so I decided to re-pay in kind. So I grabbed some snow and threw it with all my might.
Unfortunately I didn’t notice the teacher had strode into the way, and the snowball, to my horror, hit her straight in the neck. It was certainly the best shot I ever had with a snowball in my young life, but the target was unfortunate.

Sadly, the teacher did not appear to have much sense of humour at the incident and, ignoring my mumbled apologies, she told me to stand with my face to the wall, hands on head.

I did this as the teacher got everyone else lined up and, after an exhortation to stop throwing snowballs when the whistle went, got the pupils marching into school. I wondered what fate waited me. Would I be sent to the head for my crime? I was not long finding out as the teacher, obviously most annoyed, told me to take my coat off and report to her in the hallway.
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May 15th, 2019

A girl slippered in school

When we were teens at school, there was a bit of a rise in talk of students’ rights in the media. Anyway, one of my friends, Carol, had been reported to our form teacher for wearing a skirt far too short. She had had at least one warning already, to my knowledge, and continual offending usually meant a meeting between our form teacher’s slipper and the offender’s bottom. Things were not improved for Carol by the knowledge that this lady could really sting your bottom.

Carol said to us, “It’s not fair! We should be allowed to wear our skirts how we like. Who are they to tell us what to do? I’m going to really tell Miss Phipps that we have our rights!”

We all admired Carol’s guts, but all said that such talk might make matters worse not better with Miss Phipps, who was strict but fair. I got on quite well with her in spite of the fact I’d collected more than one hot bum off her, courtesy of her slipper.

But Carol would not be dissuaded, and went off to see Miss Phipps in high dudgeon.

At the end of break, we were waiting to go into the class when along came Carol looking red-faced and teary-eyed, and walking somewhat stiffly. We all had to suppress a grin.
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April 29th, 2019

A ‘good’ girl gets the slipper

For those of us who were regulars at bending over to get whacks with the slipper, it was always encouraging and somewhat amusing when a ‘good girl’ got it.

Like one occasion it happened to one ‘model’ pupil in our class. If we were a bit slow changing after gym, the gym mistress would sometimes hurry us up by announcing that the last one out would get the slipper. I particularly remember when Sandra, who was very brainy and a real top dog in the class, was unaccountably last. She looked really shocked when she was told she had to bend over for a whack with the slipper. I don’t think she could believe it because she was never usually in trouble.

However, bend over she had to in the presence of those of us who were collecting our things outside the changing room. We watched interestedly as she got a right stinging whack on her shapely bottom which caused her to yell and clutch her bum. But although obviously discomforted, she took i6t like a real sport and was able to raise a smile on her very red face as she walked off rubbing her behind.

“Wow! That didn’t half sting!” she was heard to mutter.
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April 29th, 2019

Two boys caned for fighting

My fourth year at grammar school was a surprise, especially to me. I got only one detention and only one caning. It seemed I had starting growing up, or learning from my past mistakes. The account below is as I remember it, though the names are changed. The description of the teacher is accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details.

My single caning came in the summer term. I was fifteen at the time and it was 1967. One lunchtime, another lad made some rude comments about a girl I fancied, including calling here the local bike. I was furious and grabbed him. Before we knew it, we were fighting. A group obviously gathered and were chanting, “Fight,Fight,Fight etc”.

Teachers in the playground noticed and came to break us up. One of them was Mrs Broadbent, the Senior Mistress, who ordered us to wait outside her office. While we were waiting, several kids walked past and giggled at our obvious discomfort, knowing we were waiting for the cane. After quite a while, we heard Mrs Broadbent coming because of her high heels clicking. She opened the door and ordered us in.

Mrs Broadbent was in her forties, short blond hair, tall, slim, and that day she was wearing a white polo-necked, clingy top, tight black skirt and black high heeled shoes. She demanded to know why we were fighting. We replied that it was over a girl. She, incorrectly, concluded that we both fancied the same girl and we did not put her straight. She explained that fighting was not the answer and we should have talked it through, before saying that fighting was also against the rules. She continued by telling us that it was an automatic caning offence. This was not a surprise.
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April 24th, 2019

Two girls paddled at school

When I was in junior high, we had gym one afternoon, but I had lost my gym kit and couldn’t find it. My friend, Terri, was helping me look for it and it turned out it had slipped to the back of my locker. We had to run to get to gym class on time, but didn’t quite make it and were late.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t been the first time we, and others, had been late and so the gym coach obviously decided to make an example of us. She told us to get changed quickly and she will deal with this during class. This didn’t encourage us as to what the outcome would be, as the coach used the paddle quite freely. Sure enough, halfway through the class she made the point that she expected us to be there on time and that two girls who had been late were going to get the paddle.

She told us to go into her office while she set the class to do some laps round the gym. After she joined us in there, she got out a paddle and told Terri to bend over. My friend did and got three resounding swats on the back of her thin gym shorts. She yelped, burst into tears and did a little dance clutching her bottom.
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April 24th, 2019

A boy’s third year grammar school punishments

The third year at Grammar school is best described as a disaster for me. I was thirteen at the start and turned fourteen a few weeks into the first term. I was a true hormone charged teenager and it showed. The accounts below are as I remember it though the names are changed. The descriptions of the teachers are accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details.

My first caning was in the very first week of the year. I was in a Latin lesson with a new teacher. Miss Harvey was newly qualified and determined to start as she meant to go on. She gave us a test to see the level of our knowledge. I was struggling with Latin so decided to cheat and had my text book with the answers hidden under my desk. All was going well until the book slipped and landed on the floor.

Miss Harvey noticed and told everyone to stand up. A couple more books slipped as the class stood up. Miss Harvey told all three of us to stand silently until everyone had finished. She collected in the answers and then told everyone that the three cheats had scored no marks and would now be punished in front of the class. We were called to the front; there were two boys and one girl.
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April 23rd, 2019

A boy’s canings at school

During my second year at Grammar school, I got caned three times, same as the previous year. I had graduated into long trousers and felt a man now. I turned thirteen during the first term in 1964 and became a teenager. I was also more aware of girls and ladies. The accounts below are as I remember it, though the names are changed. The descriptions of the teachers are accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details.

My first term passed uneventfully and I did not get caned. In the second term, I got my first caning. I slammed my hymn book closed very loudly at the end of assembly one day, as part of a coordinated prank. The deputy Headmaster, who was taking assembly, did not see the joke and told the offenders to stand up. Several kids stood, mainly second years but a couple of first years and four third years. There were six girls included. The deputy Headmaster dismissed the assembly but told us to stay.

When the assembly had dispersed, most of the teachers left, except the deputy Headmaster and the Senior Mistress. Mr Brown, the deputy Headmaster, told us he was disappointed in our actions and that he was going to cane us all. Mrs Broadbent, the Senior Mistress, started taking our names so our caning would be recorded later. Mr Brown left and soon returned with two crook-handled, medium size canes. At this point the first years and some girls started sobbing.
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April 18th, 2019

Corporal punishment for a First Form boy

I survived my first term at grammar school unscathed. But that did not stop me having close shaves. Two detentions in one term, another would have meant six of the best from the Headmaster. In the second term, however, I found out that six of the best on the bottom was easily earned. All teachers could administer up to six strokes of the cane, and most frequently did.

Despite the fact I was a cheeky lad, I survived the term, which was more than most did. The accounts below are as I remember it, though the names are changed. The descriptions of the teachers are accurate as I kept a diary and recorded the details.

I had a new teacher for maths that term, called Mrs Dobson. She was in her late 20s, petite, short black hair, glasses and wore loose-fitting dresses and low-heeled shoes. She did not fit into the standard teacher mould at this school. Also, she was not good at classroom discipline either.

On the day in question, I started chatting in class and got told off and given one hundred lines. Near the end of the lesson, Mrs Dobson told us to copy some work from the board.

I shouted out: “Why,” without thinking.
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April 18th, 2019

A spanking interrupted by the phone

When one of us girls had earned a spanking at home, mum used to take us into the dining room, pull up a chair and sit on it, then lecture us before putting us over her knee. She would then adjust our clothing to make sure the spanking had maximum effect. The room would then reverberate to a mixture of smacks and yells until mum felt that our bottoms had paid the penalty for our misdeeds. We always had an awful sinking feeling when we entered the room knowing that, when we emerged, we would be very sorry young ladies with bottoms that felt as though they had sat on a bonfire!

Now, the thing about the room was that the phone was there. I don’t know why it was plugged into the dining room, but that’s the way it happened. So, there were a few incidents when the phone intervened, just before we were due to get our spanking.

When I was about 14, I was once over her knee, eyes firmly on the carpet and skirting board, bare bum high in the air awaiting the descent of the slipper, when the phone rang.

Mum picked up the phone but kept me over her knee, affectionately patting my bottom as she said, “Yes! I see. I think so. OK, we’ll do that then.”
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