Joanna was a lovely girl, sparkling personality, very caring, and a really great friend. Against all that, from the school’s point of view she was impulsive, forgetful, and the Headmistress’s daughter. Of course, everybody thought when she arrived that she was bound to be every teacher’s pet, not one of them wanting to upset or offend her mother. It made it a bit difficult, too, for Joanna because she didn’t want to be a teacher’s pet or the perfect pupil. So she developed a rebellious streak, mainly little things, nothing serious, just to prove she was not the angel she

So here I was, early in my fourth year at the school, standing, facing what we all call the spanking desk, the spare desk at the front of the classroom used for that very purpose, affording a good view of proceedings for the rest of the class, mainly as a deterrent for any other would-be wrong-doers. It also allowed the student a little privacy in that she does not have to show the class the pain and distress on her face during the punishment. It is enough for them to see the impact the slipper has at reasonable force on

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

Neither my friend Cathy nor I were that good at Chemistry, but we were partnered up for lab work which was probably not a good idea. This particular afternoon, we were using chemicals to produce water, or something equally pointless. We hadn’t really understood the instructions, but just proceeded blindly on with a Bunsen burner heating tubes and glass bottles. After a while there was a funny smell, not a very pleasant one, apparently emanating from our bubbling cauldron. Mr Hyde, the Science teacher, smelled it a few minutes later, came rushing over, and asked us what the hell were

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

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

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