More than twenty years ago, I had a relationship with Fiona and I thought it might be interesting to recount my memories of time with her. She and I had an exciting time together, but we were never going to be long-term; she was way too much trouble. As I said, this goes back over twenty years and she was the only partner that I have been with that shared my interest of CP. When she had goaded me into caning her, which she did often, she often used to say after the first cane stroke that it was too

The game of the day in the 1970s was to make catapults out of elastic bands, by tying 2 or 3 together, threading them through the fore finger and thumb of one hand, then getting a small piece of paper, folding it into a small piece, make it wet, then fire it at some unsuspecting person. This mainly went on during lessons when the teacher was not looking. In an English lesson, one of the student teachers was being assessed and there was a monitor in the room, watching how the lessons progressed. Even though there was an assessor, the

During the late 1960s and early 1970s, canings and slipperings were all part of the school experience. I had witnessed class canings and slipperings during lessons. Normally it was one or two strokes on the hand or bottom, these punishments were carried out by all sorts of teachers. But for serious offences you would be given a blue slip, and you would be sent to the head of year for punishment. There it would be a caning, normally 4 or 6 strokes, depending on what the offence was. For offences, such as lying, cheating, fighting or other really serious offences,

In RE (Religious Education), Mr R had a picture of the Queen on the wall. In his class, you could get a slippering for almost anything. You were called out in the lessons, told to bow to the queen and stay there until the two strokes of the slipper had been given, then back to your desk. In English, the cane was given out by Mrs W. The cane was on the desk in the front of the class and you would be caned one or two strokes on the hand. Mr M, the maths master, a tall thin man,

During my third year at middle school, several events happened that had a major impact on my life, that are still with me today. The onset of puberty meant that girls were becoming more interesting. The previous year, I had suffered the worst caning I ever had by a sadistic teacher who just loved to cane. Most of the school thought she was out of her mind and it was a relief to get into the third year before I moved onto the senior school. At my middle school, women as well as men could cane either sex, as each

The worst caning I ever had in the middle school was when I was 12 years old, and it happened just over a year since I was last caned by Mrs R, the Art teacher. At my middle school, women as well as men could cane either sex, as each year had a male and female head of year. These teachers not only ran the year, but also taught a subject. I had witnessed class canings and slipperings during lessons; normally it was one or two strokes on the hand or bottom, but for serious offences you would be sent

So inevitably it had come to this. I was sat in the Headmistress’s secretary’s office in the comfy chairs which I realised may not feel so comfy in about ten minutes time. For the first time in my life I was actually early for something, which is why I was there in the first place. The detention for persistent lateness had been commuted to 200 lines because I was needed for a school hockey match on the day the detention was scheduled, but with a warning that if I was late one more time I would have to go to

Following ‘Fair or not’, The Music Master and Actual CP Experience, the following are additional thoughts about the four punishments that I received in senior school. To briefly recap, I was caned by the Headmaster, having been caught smoking, I was caned by the music master together with two others with trousers lowered, I was whacked by the PE master with his plimsoll with my shorts lowered and severely caned again by the music master on the bare bottom. There are two additional aspects that I wanted to share. The first is anticipation. Two of my punishments were spontaneous in

My experience takes my back to when I was an 11-year-old, in the late 1960s. Myself and around six pals took to playing in a nearby right-of-way at the back of some gardens and lock-up garages, much to the annoyance of the householders, who would tire of our noise and balls hitting their fences, etc. They would often come out and remonstrate with us. One in particular was a stout, elderly gentleman, his appearance suggested he may have been an Army Colonel or something, his authoritarian appearance we found quite scary, and we would all run off when he came

I had only been caned once before when I was in Junior School when I was 9, and I wondered what the cane would be like at my senior school. At this school, women as well as men could cane either sex, as each year had a male and female head of year. These teachers not only ran the year, but also taught a subject. It had been two years since my last caning and I had witnessed class canings and slipperings during lessons. Normally it was one or two strokes on the hand or bottom, but for serious offences