I grew up in South Africa in the 1970s. These were times when spankings at home, and canings at school were absolutely commonplace. The first spanking I remember was when I was about 6 years old.
From that point onward, I remember becoming very interested when I saw or heard anybody getting spanked, especially girls getting spanked by their parents. I saw many girls my age getting their bottoms warmed up with a belt over the years.
I was a well-behaved boy who did well in school, so I mostly avoided getting sent to the headmaster for a caning. When I was in my early teens, I had to go and live with my grandparents for a few months because of some family issues. Here, I attended a three-classroom rural school. Each teacher had kids from several year groups in the same classroom. I was with a very pretty, very young teacher, Ms Beukes. I think she got off on seeing boys being caned because she would send us for a caning at every opportunity.
She would take us to the classroom of the only male teacher, also the headmaster of the school, for the smallest of infractions. We were typically 4 or 5 boys. She would knock on his classroom door, and then tell him what we did wrong while his whole class of 30 plus kids were listening. She would then stand there watching while he caned each of us in full view of his whole class. Typically, this was two or three strokes with the cane.
I remember the intense embarrassment having to stand in line waiting for your turn to get your butt spanked. Then after the strokes, while your butt was on fire, you had to stand there facing the kids in the class while the headmaster was finishing with the other boys.
Ms Beukes would then happily march us back to our class and tell everybody that we got caned, and that hopefully we have learned our lesson from the painful experience.
This happened to me at least three times in only a few months. I don’t remember much of the pain, but getting caned while a third of the school, including girls I knew and liked, were watching, that was an interesting experience to say the least.
In later years I would learn more about the pain that comes with a good school caning.