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.

It was 1966 and a year to remember for many reasons. I was at Harrow Grammar School, a very strict school but with excellent sport and academic results. Debbie, my girlfriend, was nearly seventeen, a real beauty, and I was in the year above. We had been going out for about six months and we felt very much in love. She was very popular at school with staff and pupils. Corporal punishment was not common, but used when teachers thought it was warranted. Teachers could cane boys and girls on the hands, but I never saw a male teacher cane

Living in a small town in central Indiana during the early 1960s, with strict religious parents, can be rather difficult for kids like myself who have identified as a nudist from early childhood. As long as I can remember, I have loved to be naked and was naked at every opportunity, and that’s why I loved to go to grandma’s house; she let us run naked all the time, but at home, in my family, nudity was strictly prohibited. Getting caught, even in my own room, meant a paddling which would likely be on my bare bottom. Sometimes I received

When I was thirteen, I was caught in possession of a magazine which was deemed inappropriate. Actually, it was being passed around and I was unlucky enough to be caught with it. Everyone was a bit shocked that a ‘nice girl’ like me should be in possession of such a document and I was post-haste removed from my gym lesson to see the school counsellor. She was a really nice lady who appeared very understanding at my contrition and appeared to believe my story that I had just happened to be caught with it. She told me the thing would

It was amazing the sort of stupid questions a girl got asked when she just had a school paddling, especially from the boys. I remember one match day when one of our cheerleaders named Molly was sent to the office for ‘class disruption’. We were obviously all a bit excited and she had let out a loud guffaw in the middle of the lesson, which had annoyed the teacher. Perhaps she might have got away with it if the class hadn’t been on its third warning and if she hadn’t have shown attitude while being told off; but as it

Back in the early 1980s, before the abolition of corporal punishment in state schools (1987), I endured a very brief career as a student teacher. I completed my teaching practice at a middle school (ages 11 to 14) in a slightly grim East Midlands town in the depths of an icy winter. The school used corporal punishment, the cane I believe, but of course student teachers were not permitted to use it. Nor did I ever witness its use directly. However, I was aware of its use and that some students had received it. One of the students I taught