Archive for ‘School & College Punishments’

January 9th, 2019

A girl spanked in school

I received three paddlings from the principal during my 5th grade year at school in Flippin, Arkansas. I was, in a way, getting in trouble on purpose to get it because besides enjoying the after effects and the excitement of the actual event, I think the principal was a replacement father figure since my dad had left my mom and my two brothers when I was 5.

This particular event was kind of funny because of the frustration it caused Mr Anderson, as you will soon see.

It was the Friday before Good Friday in 1956 and my mom had to be at the church at 4:00 pm to rehearse the upcoming play the next week. As a result, she had dressed me in one of my church dresses, yellow, which included a petticoat. She placed my recently cut hair into short pigtails with a yellow bow on each one. I also had on my new shiny black Mary Jane shoes with white ankle socks.

When I got to school, some of the kids kept teasing me because of my church attire. I kept explaining to them why I had it on but, as one probably remembers, some kids are assholes.

It was just after lunch and I remember the great care I took to avoid get any of the goulash on me since it would really show on the yellow fabric. I was at the three-head water fountain in the hall when a kid named Johnny came up behind me and said: “You look stupid in that dress, Emily.”

January 6th, 2019

A girl’s first experience of being caned

I remember the awful day I first got the cane at school when I was about 13. We had a very ineffective teacher who could not keep discipline, and four of us were passing round rude notes written in French about her; for example  “Elle est stupide, n’est pas?” during the lesson. Unfortunately the teacher discovered this and, being able to read French, at least at our level, she was most understandably upset.

She looked at us with real shock and then venom, and said, “Go to the headmistress immediately!”

We went to the dreaded office, trembling, and knocked on the door. Sadly the head was there and she asked us what we were there for, to which we gave a stuttering explanation. Now, she was very strict but a very fair lady and she told us to face the wall outside the office while she went to see the teacher.

We waited with our legs trembling and knees knocking. When she returned, she got us into her office and tore a strip off us while we trembled. She then looked at us severely and said, “I have talked to your teacher and I have no alternative but to cane all four of you. Your impertinence is disgraceful! If you were seniors I would give you six of the best each but I will reduce that to four as you are juniors.”

January 6th, 2019

School punishments in 1969

Remembering back 50 years to 1969, I had no inkling as the year began that it would be the year in which I experienced corporal punishment at school more often than any other year. I am referring to a calendar year so this straddled the second and third terms of my second year at Grammar School and the first term of the third year.

In total in 1969, I received school corporal punishment six times, against what I recollect as an overall total of 13, although there may be several more that I don’t remember. If I remember rightly, my record leading up to 1969 was as follows:

1963 1 spanking

1964 2 spankings and 1 slippering

1965 2 spankings

1966 nothing

1967 1 rulering to bottom (heavy board ruler 1st year at Grammar school)

The first of the 1969 punishments came from the French teacher. I had removed a plastic strip from my chair, the purpose of which was to protect the user from the sharp underside of the chair. I was called to the front, told to bring the strip with me, and then ordered to touch my toes, following which he took the strip and delivered three strokes, which stung for a few minutes.

The second came from the Maths teacher. Maths was my worst subject and I was regularly in trouble over this, quite often being given detention, though on this occasion and, as he also did to me on one occasion in the first year, he summoned me to the front, ordered me to bend over his desk and then handed my bottom two hefty whacks with the heavy four-foot board ruler.

December 7th, 2018

Two girls are slippered

It was when I was about 14 or 15 that I formed a friendship with a pretty girl called Maria, who was quite new to the school. It was quite an unlikely one as she was a model pupil, the sort who seemed always to avoid detention or the slipper, unlike some of us who were rather naughtier. Unfortunately, I have to say that one time she got the slipper it was partly my fault.

We were having a rather boring lesson with the teacher droning on and on with this text, when we came to a bit in the text which seemed to be a bit rude, if you took it to have a double meaning. I whispered it to Maria who started to giggle, and that set me off giggling too.

The teacher told us to stop being silly, but we had really got the giggles and ended up by being sent out the room. Now the teacher concerned was pretty soft and we might have escaped punishment if our form teacher, Ms C, hadn’t happened to come down the corridor as we were standing outside the room.

She enquired what we were doing there and then went in to have a word with the teacher. When she emerged she told us to report to her at break. Ms C was a dab hand with the slipper and we rejoined the class rather more soberly. In fact Maria looked close to tears.

November 18th, 2018

Class slippering at secondary school

During my first year at secondary school we had a very nice young form teacher called Miss King (not her real name), who we all loved in spite of, or maybe because of, the fact she was unfailingly strict. She had a slipper which she was not afraid to bring out to whack a naughty girl’s bottom with. I was one of the first, together with a friend, to receive the honour of bending over for a whacking which combined a springy slipper with a very athletic arm and left you with a bottom on which you felt you could fry an egg.

During the first term, several girls had to bend over for Miss King’s slipper, but during the second term came an incident where we all as a class did something to earn her displeasure. That term we had a student teacher who frankly hadn’t a clue about teaching or keeping order. We invented an insulting nickname for her and generally played her up as only kids can, until one day she ran out of the classroom in tears.

Miss King, even though she probably knew the student was hopeless, was predictably furious with us for our misbehaviour and told us we were getting a special detention at the end of the week at which we needed to bring our gym kit. She taught us for PE and it seemed quite logical that a class detention with her would be doing PE. When the evening came after school, two girls had forgotten their kit and they were made to stand in the corner of the gym with their noses to the wall. The rest of us were involved in running laps and some pretty strenuous activity. Of course, we were young and found it quite fun, especially with Miss King.

November 9th, 2018

A girl’s first slippering at secondary school

My first slippering at secondary school came from Miss King (not her real name), who was a very bright young teacher who we all loved dearly. She was our form teacher and also had us for PE and games during our first year.

That particular day, my friend and I were caught talking during assembly and made to stand up in front of the whole school, which was highly embarrassing.  

We were terrified the head teacher would cane us but after scolding us she told us our form mistress would deal with us. We had Miss King for PE that day but she didn’t say anything to my friend and I until the end of the lesson when she told us off for talking. She then produced an old gym slipper and told us both to touch our toes, which we did, and received four stinging whacks each on our bottoms, which brought the tears to our eyes. She then gave us a hug and told us we were both good kids but to behave ourselves in future.

Of course, when we went to change the other girls were very curious about our red faces and even redder bottoms! So showering and changing were very embarrassing. But at least we escaped detention.

October 7th, 2018

Schoolgirl strapped

This is a true account of a severe strapping I received at school when I was in fourth year. I was about 16 and a little madam. I was waiting on Garry one cold winter’s day at lunch time. I knew school rules were; no one inside the glass doors. The toilets were in the girls’ entrance but nobody was allowed through the doors. It was so cold and I had the shortest skirt on as usual and it was nice and warm in there, so I thought no one will see me. It’s just for a short time.

I was daydreaming and didn’t notice Mrs Anhoury coming down the stairs. I wasn’t her favourite pupil.

“Margaret, what are you doing in here? You know school rules forbid it.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I was cold, miss. I’m just leaving.”

“So you think you can just swan in and out when you are cold, do you?”

I shrugged my shoulders again.

“You are an insolent brat. I think you can come with me to my classroom and at least your fingers will be warm when you go out,” she said.

She started to walk away. I just stood there.

“Come with me, girl. You’re just making it worse for yourself.”

She then walked back and caught me by the arm.

October 3rd, 2018

Girl slippered in school

Like many kids of my generation I got the slipper in school a number of times. One of those times happened when we had a very nice young teacher called Miss K who took us for PE and games. If the weather was fine it was held outside in the playground, but this particular day it was pouring with rain so she had arranged for us to do some country dancing in the hall. It was a Friday afternoon and we were all a bit restive, and the boys obviously were not too keen on dancing.

Anyway, she got us in groups and put a record on the player (vinyl in those days) and told us to hold hands and dance in circles for a start. From this, she told us a few more moves which we practised to the record. However, the boys were starting to mess around and us girls were being drawn along with it. So Miss K gave a warning that there would be trouble if anyone else misbehaved. Unfortunately, a couple of our boys in our group did not take the warning seriously and our circle collapsed because we whirled round too fast. As we were dancing next to the record player, we knocked into it and the stylus went right across the record.

October 1st, 2018

School caning in the Caribbean

I’m in the 5th form at a school on a large Caribbean island.  I’ve lived here for three years and am one of the few European teenagers I know who go to a local school. My school does have the cane, though it is rarely used.  Unfortunately, it was recently used on me. I imagine not many European born teenagers have experienced being caned in 2018.

My father is English, my mother is French. I was raised in France at a British school until we moved here.

I am actually one of those girls who rarely get into trouble, especially at school. One of the reasons, I’m sure, is that, like most schools on the island, the cane is still used as pretty much the ultimate sanction. Any student right up to leaving age (18) can be caned if a teacher feels it’s warranted.

Students can be caned for:

  1. a) Cheating
  2. b) Fighting
  3. c) Swearing or other abusive behaviour towards a teacher
  4. d) Doing something that does or is likely to cause a danger to themselves or others
  5. e) Have received multiple detentions and warnings about bad behaviour and you haven’t corrected it.

Canings are rare but they do happen from time to time, perhaps more so with the boys than the girls. Boys are caned across the seat of their trousers; girls are always caned on the weaker or non-writing hand. There are four teachers authorised to cane, two male and two female. Boys are caned by male teachers and girls by female teachers. Neither the head teacher nor parents have to be consulted before a caning.

September 21st, 2018

Girls are slippered

I was brought up in Walsall in the West Midlands and I worked my way through our local school from Infants, Juniors and, after failing my eleven plus, to Seniors. This was a real culture shock. A lot of my friends had gone to other schools and I was alone in this strange place with strict male teachers, homework, the strap and slipper for children who broke the lots of unwritten rules in the classrooms.

Girls sat one side of the room and boys the other, with the brightest at the front and less bright children at the rear. There was little interaction between boys and girls, with girls having their own playground and school entrance.

Punishments were frequent, with boys being hauled to the front of the room for the slipper or, for more serious punishments, sent to the headmaster for the strap. Girls, however, were treated differently. They were given lines to write out and, very occasionally, they were sent with a note to the senior mistress, Mrs H, only to return after twenty minutes with a red face. They then sat quietly for the rest of the day.

We boys were never able to find out what had happened to them. Boys questioned sisters, but all that came back was that girls just got lines.