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I Remember My First School Caning

I think we all remember our first encounter with the cane. I was scared stiff as the teacher called me forward in only my third week in his class at he age of nine. I had not done my homeork and was informed that i would get three of the cane to make sure i did it in future. I had to wait behind at break with two others who were going to be caned. I recall the wait to break.

In turn the other two pulled their trousers and pants down and with shirts pulled up went over the chair and three hard whacks of the cane went across their bare bottoms. I had to see this, knowing i was going to get the same. I was shaking like a leaf as i bared my bottom and went over the chair so the teacher could cane me. I was really scared as to just how much it would hurt and could i keep bending over and have it three times. How sore would my bottom be after having it caned and would i be able to pull my trousers and pants up FTER BEING CANE. WOULD i be able to sit down. All these things rush through your mind as you see others getting caned. Then you focus as you take your pants down and bend over ready to have the cane ar school for the first time smack yur bottom. Would it be as hard as dad did it...would it hurt more or less than dads cane. Being yur first time would the teacher cane your bottom as hard as the other twp boys who had been caned before.
You soon find out as the cane lands on your bottom. When you are called to haVE YOUR BOTTOM CANED AGAIN YOU KNOW ALL The answers and as you position your bottom to have it caned you are scared as you know just how much it is going to hurt. You never get use to being caned, you only get to knw hw much its going to hurt

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Caned4doz · 61-69, M

Yes indeed, the first experience of the cane is memorable. In my case I was 12yo rising 13. Strangely I remember so much about the occasion except the actual caning, that part of it lives in my memory as a slow-motion blur. I had started high school and it was a private Catholic boys school. I was already becoming acutely aware that discipline, rules and regulations were several notches up the scale compared to what I had been used to at my primary school.

In Australia, the school year started in February which is summer here, therefore summer uniform required, being white cotton short-sleeved shirt, tie, grey cotton shorts, knee socks and polished shoes. On this particular occasion, it was my 8th day at the school and I remember it was a hot day. During the lunch break I had been kicking a ball around with some new mates and my socks had casually sunk down my legs. Upon returning to class, when everyone was quietly seated, the teacher who happened to be my home group master (equivalent of form master in the UK), called my name. I stood as required and was then summoned to the front of the class. I was instructed to inform the class what the summer uniform was. I thought it odd, but did as I was told, describing it much as I have done here. When I mentioned the socks, the master interrupted saying something like (my memory isn't precise on this), "and is there any mention of short socks?". It sounded like a question, but his tone told me it wasn't. As he spoke, I noticed that he glanced down at my shoes, so I did the same and of course, immediately understood. My socks were roughly around my ankles and askew. I immediately started pulling them up saying "sorry Sir, it won't happen again". I was terribly embarrassed as I sense the rest of the class finding my predicament amusing.

I'm not sure if the master said much else, but I do recall him saying that he considered I should know the uniform requirements and that I needed a reason to remember for the future. As he spoke, he retrieved a cane from the cupboard and told me to face the blackboard and bend over. This is where my memory goes into a slow-motion recall. I couldn't believe I was actually going to be caned just for having my socks down. I was quivering inside with fear, but I did as I was told. One thing I do remember clearly was as I bend down, the master said, "your toes boy". I got four strokes of the cane, but I honestly can't say now how bad they were. I do remember being told to get back to my seat afterwards and I was trying not to cry; I had the tight sore throat as I held back the tears and I was aware of all eyes being on me.

There are two good aspects to that occasion. 1. I had about 5 minutes of fame at afternoon recess when I was surrounded by other boys all wanting to know what it was like, did it hurt much, I was so brave, etc, etc. 2. I was the first boy in that class of newbies to be caned. It's a dubious honour I suppose, but no one can take it away from me, it's mine, all mine.

chikki · 70-79, M

@Caned4doz You were lucky not to get it until then. My first encounter with the teachers cane was in about my second week when i was just 8. I, unlike you, remember the reasons and most of the actual caning.

I had been told off for turning round talking. A few minutes later i did the same thing. The teacher called me to the front and said we had o learn to do as we were told.

He placed a chair with its back facing the class and i had a good idea he was going to smack my bottom. I thought it may be with his hand or the worse with a wooden ruler like at my last school. I heard a gasp and i swallowed hard when i saw the cane in his hand. I did not think he was really going to use it. He went on to the class about doing as they were told or (waving the cane about) they would get it on their bottoms. I thought i was going o escape with just his hand and the cane had been produced to scare us. It certainly scared me as it would hurt. He described in detail how boys had to bend over the chair and not move or stand up until told or would get extra and those thattensed their bottoms would also get extra. He just said you had to just keep still.

To my shock, he said the class was going to see the cane and told me to bend over the chair for two strokes. As i was about to bend he said trousers and pants had to come down first. I remember shaking as i bared my little bottom and bent over with it facing the class and my shirt raised. I remember hearing the swish of the cane and, almost in slow motion, the journey it is to my bottom followed by a loud crack as itwent right across it. I recall thinking it hardly hurt, but a few seconds later i felt the real sting, a sting like had never felt before and just as i thought it could not hurt much more another loud swish and crack and the pain increased.

I do not know how hard he had caed me but it certainly hurt and it hurt morewhen i stood up and tried to dress. Bck in my desk i had to sit on my side as it hurt to much to sit on my bottom.

Caned4doz · 61-69, M

@chikki Thank you for that detailed account. I sometimes wish I could remember with greater clarity how my first caning felt. While I didn't get the cane until I was almost 13yo, I had experienced the board ruler before that. I can say that the next time I was up for a caning, I remember it in all its glory. I was in a lot more trouble having truanted for part of a day (it's a long story). I had to report to the deputy head and I was scared out of my wits just from the schoolyard rumours I had heard about him being a vicious caner. I got six strokes and I'm not ashamed to say I didn't handle it at all well. I cried, begged and pleaded, but he was steadfast in giving me the full six, and rightly so to.

Txbob52

Yes, the first time I was sent to the principals office I knew I was in for a sound whipping. She was reputed give terrible spankings and I was literally shaking as I walked to her office. The secretary told me to wait outside her office because she had another student with her. I could hear her talking but couldn’t make out what was said. What I clearly heard was the sound of leather smacking a bare bottom and a girl crying out at each stroke. I began to tear up. After several minutes a girl I knew from another class came out with tears running down her face and her jumper somewhat disheveled. The principal told her to go to the restroom and wash her face and straighten out her clothes and get back to class quickly or she would get another spanking. The girl hurried away. The principal waved me into her office with a stern look. She closed the door and began a lecture about my misconduct. She told me that she didn’t intend this to be a pleasant experience. After a long lecture she told me to off my trousers and underwear and place them in a chair and then bend over the desk. She pulled my shirt up to the middle of my back and then began spankings me. I was crying before she started and I cried out when the strap hit my bum. She hurt me worse than my mom ever had. I lost count but my bum was thoroughly whipped when she finished. I got dressed and she gave me the same instructions to go wash my face that she gave the girl before me. I think the second time I went to her office was worse than the first because I knew what was coming.

Disciplinarian · 61-69, M

@Txbob52 Excellent account, but you don't state how old you were.

Txbob52

I was 10.

westfield · 70-79, M

We were often beaten at bedtime, officially over a single layer of clothing, which was the norm except for a headmaster beating. But as we wore nightshirts and not pyjamas, and the mid thigh sort, not ankle length, as we bent over the end of the bed they generally rode up, so it was effectively a bare bottom caning. That was how I got it the first time, when the whole dormitory was caned. I was about 10. And yes, everything you describe was exactly like that, and I was at the end of the dormitory I had the background accompaniment of a mix of tears and sobbing.... and I was soon also crying like a baby. I was caned many times after that: it was the natural order

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westfield · 70-79, M

@Disciplinarian Yes it was frequent and yes, if from the head or his deputy it was always bare. The reality of a boys boarding school was there were many instances of getting a there-and-then whack on pants or bare in, say, the dormitory or changing rooms if larking around. Not a formal beating, but just the odd stroke, more likely to be plimsol rather than cane. The extra ritual around a formal beating made the whole thing entirely different somehow... the knowing in advance (usually announced at morning assembly)… sometimes the sight and/or sound of another getting it in advance etc... and of course the fact that it was a formal beating meant that it was nearly always harder and longer. This happened with the complete knowledge and approval of my step-father, who was a very potent mix of ex-army and very religious, and indeed the school was a religious establishment,. so hardly surprising there was a lot of ritual. At home all spankings were bare and in the family room for all to 'learn and be improved'

chikki · 70-79, M

@westfield I think one of the worse things as a boy was being caned as a border. You were bent over the foot of the bed, nightshirt right up so you could not see and all you could do was to keep still and hear the cane whacking other boys bottoms and the crying.....knowing all the time it weould soon be your turn as the sound of the caning got nearer.

westfield · 70-79, M

@chikki Absolutely, and even worse if the master caned the dormitory in a random order so you could not prepare

westfield · 70-79, M

I would also say that by the time I had my first school beating, I was well used to spanking generally, since our step-father believed strongly in corporal punishment. But there was something very different about a school caning

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chikki · 70-79, M

@westfield yes....they could still hold the pen to write when done on the bottom. Not so sure about doing sport with rough material rubbing against the sore lines of a line across their bottom.

westfield · 70-79, M

@chikki yes that is very true. Our rugger and football shorts were very rough with unfinished seams on the inside

chikki · 70-79, M

@westfield painful when they rubbed a well caned bottom

chikki · 70-79, M

i think the worse part, besides seeing others getting what is going to be applied to your bottom, is the very moment you pull your pants dwn and bend over fully aware that your bottom is now bare and in the ideal podsition to be caned. I think this in many ways is worse than when you feel the smack of the cane on your bottom...at least at this stage its one stroke nearer the end of the ordeal. When taking pants off and bend over it is just the start of the ordeal if that makes sense

westfield · 70-79, M

@chikki with the additional embarrassment that we had of standing there with pants round ankles, hands on head, being lectured first

chikki · 70-79, M

@westfield I recall when getting it, I just wanted him to get on with it...I hardly took any notice of what he was saying.

Sharon · F

We got the slipper for not doing homework, usually just 2 or 3 whacks. We didn't get it bare either, we got it through our knickers and the boys even had the extra protection of their trousers.

barney1 · M

@Sharon you sound annoyed that they had the extra protection!!

Sharon · F

@barney1 Not at all. Nobody even thought of it at the time. Also, when I got the slipper through trousers in 6th form, I found they didn't really make any difference.

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chikki · 70-79, M

@westfield It was all very quick. It was an order to take your trousers and pants down as he got out the cane and informed you of the number of strokes and the dreaded words "bend over". You bent over a chair or reached over the desk and before you knew what was happening, your shirt tail was lifted up so your bottom was bared and the cane firmly planted across both bare cheeks. IT was all iver very quickly but went on hurting for hours.

westfield · 70-79, M

@chikki As was the intention, both physically and emotionally. In our case shorts not trousers - only prefect's wore long and I was never a prefect

chikki · 70-79, M

@westfield It was a myth that the more you were caned the more you got use to it and was not so painful. I never found that as each one, if anything hurt more than the previous time i got it. The head never spared your bottom and really whacked itb hard with the cane. It was hard going to the heads office knowing you were ceryain to be caned, but worse still going back having had your bottom painfully caned.

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