I Used to Get the Cane At School

The cane was awful!!

I hated the cane and being sent for it was a wholly frightful experience. It was made far because by having to take your "execution slip" as we called it, to the secretary first to make an appropriate time if you were unlucky enough for the Headmistress not be immediately available. The smirk on her face was more than just humiliating as she would call through and say "shirley xxxxxxxx is here with a teacher's note".

It did not mean one would necessarily be caned, that depended partly one's record and offence but mainly on her mood I am sure! I would go into her study praying she were in a reasonable mood because if not I knew I would be leaving her study with my bottom on fire and with marks that would last for some time. That resulted in another pet hate, going to PE or games with cane marks on my bottom and especially in the showers afterwards.

If I did get caned then I would have to take the note back to the secretary so that she could make an entry into the punishment book. I have never knew anybody that was caned on their hands but she would ask "were you caned on your bottom or hands", my face would grow as red as my bottom as I answered between sobs.

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naughtyschoolboy · 56-60, M

Yes... I had that kind of thing too, at my London grammar school. For very serious 'offences' we had to report to a senior master or deputy head for the cane. Afterwards we then had to report to his secretary so she could write the details in the punishment book.

The first time this happened to me she asked how many strokes I got; what it was for, and whether it was across my trousers or pants. I was about 13. I was way too shy to say I got 6 across my pants, although she was only in an adjacent room and may even very well have heard the instruction: "Now take your trousers down and bend over."

So I said I got it across my trousers. The next day or so I was called back by the senior master who accused me of lying about it. So I then got 6 more across my pants, but this time with his secretary watching, as an extra punishment for lying.

This was embarrassing for months afterwards if we saw each other, though she was prim & frumpy, and not in any way an attractive female secretary!

After such a caning we also were obliged to report to the school nurse who would check to see no skin was broken, and would apply balsam cream to the caned bottom cheeks if necessary. This also was too excruciating to contemplate... that the only time my bottom was actually bared was across the knee of the school nurse (also prim & frumpy, but better fun!)

Having failed to obey that rule too, the school nurse was then ALSO called to witness a subsequent caning, after which it was briefly observed that she pulled my pants down to check my stripes, before the senior master strode out.

Having my pants pulled back up again tightly after the cream was applied... with a couple of pats to my freshly caned bottom... was almost the worst feeling of all. It was so intense down there... a hot, red, stinging, stripy bottom, cool cream, and tight pants sticking to my bottom cheeks underneath my school trousers.

It almost sounds like a comedy scene if I describe it here... walking out past the secretary with the school nurse, and all that going on underneath my trousers.

Disciplinarian · 61-69, M

@naughtyschoolboy Thank you for that tremendous account, funny and painful in equal measure. What a regime! I'd love to hear more about your beatings and the secretary and nurse. The only thing I don't understand is what rule you failed to obey that led to Nurse watching your subsequent caning on your pants and baring you in the room briefly. Did you fail to go to her for the bare bottom ointment ritual?

naughtyschoolboy · 56-60, M

@Disciplinarian Yes... it was the failure to report to her that led to the consequence caning! She was quite affable however, and seemed to take a general shine to me in a comic kind of way... absent-mindedly patting my already caned bottom as if to say: "Off you go, then."

She was allowed to spank us for more minor indiscretions that didn't merit a caning... a job that she tackled with great gusto, but not severely. She'd also pat, pinch & squeeze, so she just relished cute little bottoms in front of her, I think.

She'd been raised in South Africa (like my aunt, coincidentally), and had been a prefect at school charged with the responsibility of punishing naughty students (boys & girls). Then she had worked as a nurse in the South African prison service, and had witnessed judicial delinquent thrashings.

So a few spankings in a boy's grammar school was quite tame stuff to her I should imagine!

One time in about the third form I developed a psychosomatic symptom where I felt feverish, and several times asked to go to the sick bay in order to be sent home. It must have been noted, because the next time she told me that I could only go home if I had a raised temperature... and if not, she had been told to spank me and then return me to class.

I was given a choice... have my temperature taken (under the tongue, I hasten to add), or just leave it and return to class. I opted for the temperature and... lo and behold... it was NOT above normal. Aaaaaaargh! Actually it was below normal!!

She grinned and said: "Well, I think we need to warm you up a bit."

And the next moment I was over her knee getting my bottom spanked... but kind of in fun! She mock complained: "I don't know... I seem to spend half my time rubbing cream into the freshly caned bottoms of naughty boys, and the other half spanking them."

She also purred in contentment at the sight of my bottom: "You boys are so lucky to have nice, neat little bottoms... not like us girls spreading out all over the place."

Apparently my teenage bottom was 'a work of art'!

Of course, she'd be arrested now for all that... but I have to say that generally speaking I didn't find the attention unwelcome.

But my main impulse to write something here was more to see if any prim, ample ladies wanted to correspond... or if any pretty girls wanted a (virtual) firm older hand!

Disciplinarian · 61-69, M

@naughtyschoolboy Fascinating, could all be out of an episode of Whacko or a spank-heavy cartoon in The Beano, especially Nurse. The South African connection is fascinating. I have direct experience there and how it continued well beyond official abolition....