I Got Caned At School
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I remember the day I first got the cane at school when I was about 13. We had a very ineffective teacher who could not keep discipline and four of us were passing round rude notes written in French about her. Like, "Elle est stupide, n'est pas?" during the lesson. Unfortunately the teacher discovered this and she was most (understandably) upset.
She looked at us with real venom and said, "Go to the headmistress immediately!"
We went to the dreaded office trembling and knocked on the door. Sadly the head was there and she asked us what we were there for to which we gave a stuttering explanation. Now she was very strict but a very fair lady and she told us to face the wall outside the office while she went to see the teacher. We waited with our legs trembling and knees knocking.
When she returned she looked at us severely and said, "I have talked to your teacher and I have no alternative but to clean all four of you. Your impertinence is disgraceful! If you were seniors I would give you six of the best each but I will reduce that to four as you are juniors."
She went to the cupboard and got a cane out much to our horror. She swished it in front of us and we were terrified.
"You first, Catherine," she said. "Bend over the desk. The rest of you stand outside and face the wall."
We trouped out and it did as we were told. From inside we heard the swish of the cane and a frantic yell from Catherine. Another swish and bitter cries and tears which continued for the other two strokes of the cane. Catherine then came out in floods of tears holding her bottom.
I was next and went in in great trepidation to see the head holding her cane.
"Bend over the desk, Jennifer!" she said. I complied holding back the tears and felt the cane tap my bum. A short pause then the first swipe. Momentarily I felt nothing to my surprise but then a sudden burning sensation as if I'd been branded with a hot iron. I didn't yell because I couldn't get my breath but when the second landed I started the waterworks. By the fourth stroke I was in floods of tears.
"Now let that be a lesson to you, young lady," said the head as I danced up and down holding my bum. Boy, did it hurt! "Go and wash your face then return to class."
I went out frantically rubbing my bottom and was replaced by one of my companions whom I heard yell as I got to the end of the corridor. I went to the toilet where Catherine was washing her face. We didn't speak as we were too busy sobbing. When we finally made it back to class every eye was upon us but we could do nothing but sit very uncomfortably and sob throughout the lesson. After the lesson of course there were lots of questions from our classmates which we did not want to answer.
Needless to say the teacher found discipline less of a problem after that. On the instructions of the head we wrote her an apology which she graciously accepted and bore us no malice. I think she felt that we had been well dealt with for our crime. She really was quite a nice lady and I think she felt a bit bad at what had happened to us. Not, of course, as bad as we felt!
Looking back the punishment was severe but it was well deserved and I don't bear any grudges. We got caught and paid the price. Or at least our youthful bottoms did!
I remember the day I first got the cane at school when I was about 13. We had a very ineffective teacher who could not keep discipline and four of us were passing round rude notes written in French about her. Like, "Elle est stupide, n'est pas?" during the lesson. Unfortunately the teacher discovered this and she was most (understandably) upset.
She looked at us with real venom and said, "Go to the headmistress immediately!"
We went to the dreaded office trembling and knocked on the door. Sadly the head was there and she asked us what we were there for to which we gave a stuttering explanation. Now she was very strict but a very fair lady and she told us to face the wall outside the office while she went to see the teacher. We waited with our legs trembling and knees knocking.
When she returned she looked at us severely and said, "I have talked to your teacher and I have no alternative but to clean all four of you. Your impertinence is disgraceful! If you were seniors I would give you six of the best each but I will reduce that to four as you are juniors."
She went to the cupboard and got a cane out much to our horror. She swished it in front of us and we were terrified.
"You first, Catherine," she said. "Bend over the desk. The rest of you stand outside and face the wall."
We trouped out and it did as we were told. From inside we heard the swish of the cane and a frantic yell from Catherine. Another swish and bitter cries and tears which continued for the other two strokes of the cane. Catherine then came out in floods of tears holding her bottom.
I was next and went in in great trepidation to see the head holding her cane.
"Bend over the desk, Jennifer!" she said. I complied holding back the tears and felt the cane tap my bum. A short pause then the first swipe. Momentarily I felt nothing to my surprise but then a sudden burning sensation as if I'd been branded with a hot iron. I didn't yell because I couldn't get my breath but when the second landed I started the waterworks. By the fourth stroke I was in floods of tears.
"Now let that be a lesson to you, young lady," said the head as I danced up and down holding my bum. Boy, did it hurt! "Go and wash your face then return to class."
I went out frantically rubbing my bottom and was replaced by one of my companions whom I heard yell as I got to the end of the corridor. I went to the toilet where Catherine was washing her face. We didn't speak as we were too busy sobbing. When we finally made it back to class every eye was upon us but we could do nothing but sit very uncomfortably and sob throughout the lesson. After the lesson of course there were lots of questions from our classmates which we did not want to answer.
Needless to say the teacher found discipline less of a problem after that. On the instructions of the head we wrote her an apology which she graciously accepted and bore us no malice. I think she felt that we had been well dealt with for our crime. She really was quite a nice lady and I think she felt a bit bad at what had happened to us. Not, of course, as bad as we felt!
Looking back the punishment was severe but it was well deserved and I don't bear any grudges. We got caught and paid the price. Or at least our youthful bottoms did!
70-79, F
