I went to school from 1936 to ’42 in the City of Cottbus (Germany), the school was Bismarck elementary school. My first encounter with the cane (we called it rohrstock) was in my second year at the age of eight. The teacher discovered ink and fat spots in my essay book and it was not clean. He called me to his desk, unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them down, laid me over his lap and spanked my rear ten or twelve times, and then reached for the cane and gave me four with that. But that was just the beginning. I

I only got the cane a couple of times, I think purely because of my first experience of it. It was at a private school in Surrey, I was 10 years old and it was a swimming session.  A friend had dared me to come out of the changing rooms and claim to have ‘forgotten’ to put my swimming trunks on. So I came out naked, to which the other boys laughed, but the member of staff on duty, Mr Stokes, gave me a detention and warned me if I did not get my trunks on ‘RIGHT NOW’ he’d send me

I attended an independent boys school in South London during the 1960s and early 1970s. Corporal Punishment was very much part of daily life and in the prep school a few masters used the slipper; I received my fair share of punishment. These whackings were given in front of the class with the recipient bending over the form desk. In the senior school, the Headmaster and two other masters (music and history) punished boys with the cane, usually between three and six strokes for sometimes quite trivial wrong doings. In the senior school I received the cane three times, once

The cane had been banned by the time I got to High School but a certain PE Mistress, Miss H, who was very “jolly hockeysticks” was always telling us how she would soon have us all more obedient and respectful. She was very hearty and loud and when we got older the girls used to joke about her possible sexuality. I remember being caught by her, along with another two girls, in the gymnasium stock room at lunchtime. We had found a hidey hole away from the rest of the school, or so we thought, until she appeared before us.

When I was a child I was a very keen rider. I lived with my parents in Surrey at a village called Fernhurst. We lived in a house called Cylinders and it has a few acres of ground and two stables. I was spoilt in some ways in that I was always bought good ponies and I won a lot of prizes at local shows. On the other hand my parents were very strict and if I was even slightly naughty I got a severe spanking. Initially this was only with their hands over my skirt or jeans but then

The slipper at home: I grew up in the north of England in the 60s, early 70s. Unlike today, when corporal punishment is often regarded as inappropriate punishment for children, in my youth it was very much the norm at school, and often at home. In my case at primary school, the slipper was in use. At secondary school, it was the slipper again, and for serious offences, a trip to the Deputy Head to bend over for the cane. I escaped the slipper at primary school, but got it three or four times at secondary. I also got the cane once, which is

A typical school strapping recalled I was bored and distracted. Miss Walker was droning on about fractions, not my best subject, and my girlfriend was sitting opposite me wearing a really short skirt. Just to tease me, she stroked the top of her thigh, smiled at me, and then blew me a kiss. “Garry Smith!” Miss Walker exclaimed. “Are you paying attention?” “Yes miss,” I muttered. What else could I answer? “Bring your book out here now, lad.” she said. She was seated at her desk. I knew I’d done very little work but there was no alternative. I stood

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