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.