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I Got The Cane In School 6 Of The Best


This reminds me of the time I jumped out of the window at school for a dare and ran along the roof below. Unfortunately I was caught and sent to the head who impressed on me how dangerous it was and how I could've damaged school property. My heart sank as she told me that she should make an example of me and give me six of the best.
She then took a cane out of the cupboard and told me to bend over the desk she had for the purpose.
She folded my skirt up and I felt the cane tap on my tight knickers. There was a slight pause and a swoosh as the cane came down, a momentary delay and then a searing pain in my bum cheeks which felt they had been branded with a hot iron. I didn't make a noise because it hurts so much I couldn't catch my breath but the second one produced a yell from me and by the time the third landed the tears were flowing readily.
I clutched the edge of the desk tightly as number four landed and howled as it was followed by five and six by which time my poor bum felt like a furnace. By the time the head told me to stand up I was a sobbing wreck. She asked me if I learned my lesson and I replied yes very hastily through my tears while clutching my suffering bottom.
The head then told me I could leave and go and wash my face and return to class. I made my way painfully and slowly to the girls room and washed my face. When I looked at my bum there were six awful marks across it.
I returned to the class an absolute mess. I was sure an example. Thankfully I had a teacher who was sympathetic to a girl with a burning bum and who ignored my shuffling and sobbing. Of course, afterwards I faced the usual barrage of questions like 'did it hurt?' And other idiocies. Of course when I got home I got no sympathy from mother as she said I thoroughly deserved what I got. Looking back I can only agree with her!
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NataliaT · F
I’m quite new to SW, and was browsing topics relating to school discipline in ‘the good old days’ and and came across this wonderful account of one of the canings you got at school. (Beautifully written!) I know it’s an old posting now, but it’s a perfect illustration of the unthinking – even stupid –ways teenagers end up in hot water – and in those days with burning bottoms too. We do crazy things.

Your crime and punishment reminded me of a quite similar idiocy which also got me a caning at school. . My school, a Victorian pile, was built round a very large quadrangle around the most perfect lawn and a handful of exhibition-standard rose beds. In particular, it was the Headmistress’s pride and joy.

There were strict rules about the open walkways around the quad. All movement had to be anti-clockwise. It made good sense at changeover times, with maybe three hundred girls moving from classroom to classroom. And at changeover time it was rigorously policed! Even if your next lesson was in the immediate room to your left, you stillhad to go anti-clockwise all the way round the quad to get to it.

But above all, the lawn was sacrosanct. The overarching rule was never ever put a foot on it! So one of the tests of your mettle was to run diagonally across it without getting caught. It was so stupid and so risky, only crazies or future masochists attempted it. But I was a sucker for a dare, and when, in the upper fifth, we had a couple of free periods, I decided I was going to become a school heroine. It was “Chariots of Fire” stuff about 15 years before the film was made. I also “ran like the wind” but, like you, not fast enough to avoid been seen, identified and hauled before the “appalled and amazed” (her words) headmistress. The consequence, as it was with your escapade, was having to bend over for six of the best with her dreadful cane. Rather than ‘Chariots of Fire’ it was ‘Buttocks on Fire’ and a very tearful and chastened non-heroine.
Rebecca54 · 70-79, F
@NataliaT Welcome to the forum. We must be of the same era. Was that your only caning? I was caned three times which I have written about on here - once on my palms and twice on the bottom. We had to bend over an old padded leather chair - did you have to bend over something or touch your toes?
NataliaT · F
Thank you for that nice welcome. We are indeed of identical vintage! No it certainly wasn't my only caning. I am more ashamed than boastful about getting caned six times. I spent my first two secondary years at an appallingly bad and tough school, and managed to get three canings in two years - a bit of a record. At that school we bent over the back of an ordinary school chair for our canings. At my next school - much posher, it was over a leather-covered "headmaster's" table. We sometimes got the slipper touching our toes, but I can't imagine taking the cane in that position without overbalancing or whatever. Poor you getting it on your hand, I can't imagine anything worse. @Rebecca54
Rebecca54 · 70-79, F
@NataliaT My hand caning fortunately was more of a token couple of taps than hard strokes. It was at the start of my secondary school career and I think they were looking to make an example of a girl as a warning to the rest of the year that the cane was indeed used. I had to answer a lot of questions afterwards and the other girls wanted to see the two red marks which soon faded.

I also was very ashamed of my final caning in the 6th form - for truancy when I popped out into the town in a study period and was seen. Very few 6th form girls got the cane and it was 6 hard strokes over my trousers. I was the first girl to be caned over trousers as we had just been allowed to wear them in the 6th form.

For the slipper I tended to put my hands on my knees and thrust my bottom out. I found it a little more stable than touching my toes