It was a Saturday afternoon in August and I was 16 years old. I was with my mother, brothers and sisters and a family of friends of my mother. I went off for a swim in the sea but went too far away. The next thing I knew was the father of my mother’s friends was yelling at me and telling me my mother wanted me out of the sea, and I needed to go see her. He appeared annoyed, so I quickly exited the sea and returned to where my mother was sat. She scolded me for going too

During my time at the boys grammar school I attended, I had several canings and slipperings from age 14 to 18. My first one was when I was 14 years old, my last one was when I was 18 on my last day at school. On the final day of term I was caught out of bounds and in a public house drinking beer. This was to be a 12 stroke caning on my bare backside for the two offences. Straight after lunch, I was called to the headmaster’s study. On arriving outside his study, there were five other boys

I was aged 14 and in the third form when I got my first caning. I had been caught along with two other lads smoking and the three of us knew we would be caned because that was the standard punishment. So, it was no surprise when the headmaster sent for us to report to his study. On entering the headmaster’s study, I was surprised to see three chairs all in a row, with the crook-handled cane lying on his desk. We were instructed to take off our trousers and underpants, raise our shirts and bend over one of the