In my fifth year of attending a private girls’ school in the 1960s, we had several new teachers including one, Miss G, who was newly qualified, probably aged around 22 to 23. She had all the makings of a good teacher, but she did not have much experience in discipline. After about two weeks, one particular lesson descended into some chaos as two of the girls started being stupid and giving her a hard time for no reason other than to exploit her inexperience. Several of us tried to get them to shut up, without success, and most of the

At the age of eight, my parents decided to send me to an all-boys school in the north of England. Mostly I enjoyed it, but the one aspect that came as a bit of a shock was that physical punishments were not infrequent. Only the headmaster was really supposed to use corporal punishment and he had a short cane. At any time, he might come into a classroom and call one of the boys out into the corridor. The punishment would take place just outside the door, so we’d all fall absolutely silent so that we could hear the sound

I was paddled at school quite a few times, worse luck. I wasn’t a particularly bad girl, but I was mischievous and had a habit of getting caught and thus ended up with a sore bottom. The worst time was when my friends and I skipped a lesson. I don’t know why we did it, but it was a silly dare and, of course, we were found out. The principal told us our parents would be informed and we will get a detention on Saturday. Saturday detention takes place once a month and you got it for being really naughty,

From a girl who grew up in the 1950s/1960s and attended a private girls school. Further to my previous memory regarding the three spankings and a detention, I was asked whether I had any other experience of Miss Roberts’ slipper, and in fact I had, previously in the fourth form when she was our Form Mistress. Whilst spanking in her class was not a daily occurrence, you could expect that some poor girl’s bottom would be subject to the dreaded slipper at least once a week. The most common reason involved homework, either the doing of it or failing to

One of the things about secondary school when I first attended was that, being run on something like public school lines, there was an unwritten rule that prefects could spank the girls in younger classes of years one and two, instead of giving 50 or 100 lines, which was the usual procedure. The prefects were in their last year at school, and were tall elegant girls who were only too keen to exert their authority. So, the chance of a smacked bum from an 18 year old hand was a real possibility. Most prefects would just give a girl a

This is the true account from a girl who attended a private girls day school in the early 1960s. Thursday afternoon; it was a joke, but really maybe a stupid thing to do, pushing Sarah back into the swimming pool as we were walking back to the changing rooms, last out of the pool as usual. And, of course, the PE teacher saw us, and it was detentions for Cathy and me. Surprisingly, we did not have to report to her office after the shower, which was often the case, but not this time. Having the detention slip in my

I remember when I was about 15, if the weather was cold, instead of going outside at school we used to hide in the broom cupboard next to the gym. There were some pipes in there and it was nice and warm. This particular day, my friend, Susie, and me had gone in with a girl who was quite new to the school called Annette. She was a good girl and wouldn’t normally have done this sort of thing, but we naughty girls persuaded her as the staff would have all been in the staff room at the time. Unfortunately,

This is one of my most vivid memories of the time, so I’m confident that this account is accurate. I have changed all the names though. I went to an East London comprehensive school which I attended in the late 1970s. I had a pretty uneventful time at school. I was a moderately good kid and by the fifth year I had managed to avoid getting into any serious trouble. I had been shouted at on odd occasions, and I had been occasionally tasked to write a four-page essay about why I shouldn’t do something, but otherwise I’d never had

After Debbie and I were caned for Debbie using a crib sheet, we didn’t imagine we would be back in trouble two months later. Debbie and I played truant to watch a film, ‘Goals’, at the pictures. Our exams were over, and I was due to leave school for university that August, if I got my expected grades. Debbie had her A level year to complete. We wrote each other notes excusing us from school and signed them. Not being in the same class, and school nearly over, we didn’t envisage any problems. The signature was spotted by Debbie’s teacher

I was educated through the state system in East Anglia. My primary school in the late 1950s had mainly female teachers, most of whom were either the older ‘Miss’ types or young, yet unmarried teachers. The Headmaster was very stern, had fought in the war, and terrified us all. The teachers would most often hit us with rulers to keep discipline, and the boys would occasionally be taken out of the classroom and we would hear the thwack of the slipper. However, the big threat was to be sent to the Headmaster. We had heard he used to cane hard.