I Was Caned At School
I suppose I would have been about twelve or maybe thirteen, it would have been when I was in the third year of senior school anyway. For two years, after we moved house, I attended the local grammar school which was in an ancient old pile of a country house, loads of history etc etc (and run like a concentration camp!)
Every Tuesday our class were taken swimming at the local public baths, I was fairly sporty and usually looked forward to this but one week another girl was teasing and bullying me a little bit in the changing rooms. She waited until I had taken off my swimsuit and then yanked my towel off me and ran off with it so I chased after her, right out of the changing area and back to the side of the pool where I grabbed it back and a small scuffle ensued. This ended up with me telling her what a little b*tch she was and smacking her across the face (well earned I can assure you!). However, the games mistress had heard the commotion and arrived just as the slap landed and the girl screamed hysterically and fell / jumped(!) into the water.
I was immediately sent back to the changing rooms while she was helped out of the pool and questioned as to the nature of what had happened. The little cow was the daughter of a big wig on the council and her daddy played golf every Sunday with the chairman of the governors so she was believed implicitly and I was sent immediately to see the headmistress on return to school.
A brief interview followed where the head bellowed at me repeatedly, reminding me of my duty to represent the school when outside it and how my behavior had let me down....and so on. It lasted a good ten minutes or so and I was then dismissed to go home.
The next morning we all arrived at school and went into class as normal until a few minutes after nine o'clock when we were all summoned to the hall for an assembly. We all sat in rows listening, after a fashion(!), to a few items being dealt with and then the headmistress, who was perched up on the stage at one end of the hall, started to tell the whole school, who were gathered below, that the day before a 'hardworking and studious girl'(!!!) had been the 'victim' of a vicious, sustained attack by another girl which had brought the whole school into disrepute and shamed the assailant. This continued for a few minutes until she suddenly called out my name and ordered me up on to the stage. I walked slowly as I knew this was going to be bad.
She made me stand before everyone as she explained my failings at some further length to all of my schoolmates and every teacher. Then, turning to me, she told me to look up ( as I had my head bowed at this point) and she gave me the hardest slap imaginable right across my face. Then after a few seconds she told me to turn and face a table which stood in the middle of the stage. I did so and was promptly told to 'bend forward'. I positioned myself across it, hands on the far side and waited to see how awful what I had coming was...
I didn't have to wait for long, the headmistress approached me and lifted up my skirt from the hem, laying it across my back so that all three hundred girls and twelve or fifteen staff, mostly but not all female, could see my rotund bottom clad only now in my white cotton school knickers and black tights which, Thank God, I was allowed to keep on, not that it made much difference.
Without another word she picked up a thick wooden cane from the table next to me and proceeded to give me six very hard strokes, each a few seconds apart, just long enough to let the full effect of the previous one sink in. The agony was unbelievable and my determination to be brave and stoic was soon in tatters, by the third stroke I was sobbing, wiping the tears from my eyes and not daring to put my hands back to try and protect my poor beaten backside as this would certainly have resulted in even more punishment!
When it was finally over I was left in place while everyone was told something to the effect of 'this was what happened to 'girls like me' and I was sent to stand at the back of the stage, hands on my head for the rest of assembly.
Every Tuesday our class were taken swimming at the local public baths, I was fairly sporty and usually looked forward to this but one week another girl was teasing and bullying me a little bit in the changing rooms. She waited until I had taken off my swimsuit and then yanked my towel off me and ran off with it so I chased after her, right out of the changing area and back to the side of the pool where I grabbed it back and a small scuffle ensued. This ended up with me telling her what a little b*tch she was and smacking her across the face (well earned I can assure you!). However, the games mistress had heard the commotion and arrived just as the slap landed and the girl screamed hysterically and fell / jumped(!) into the water.
I was immediately sent back to the changing rooms while she was helped out of the pool and questioned as to the nature of what had happened. The little cow was the daughter of a big wig on the council and her daddy played golf every Sunday with the chairman of the governors so she was believed implicitly and I was sent immediately to see the headmistress on return to school.
A brief interview followed where the head bellowed at me repeatedly, reminding me of my duty to represent the school when outside it and how my behavior had let me down....and so on. It lasted a good ten minutes or so and I was then dismissed to go home.
The next morning we all arrived at school and went into class as normal until a few minutes after nine o'clock when we were all summoned to the hall for an assembly. We all sat in rows listening, after a fashion(!), to a few items being dealt with and then the headmistress, who was perched up on the stage at one end of the hall, started to tell the whole school, who were gathered below, that the day before a 'hardworking and studious girl'(!!!) had been the 'victim' of a vicious, sustained attack by another girl which had brought the whole school into disrepute and shamed the assailant. This continued for a few minutes until she suddenly called out my name and ordered me up on to the stage. I walked slowly as I knew this was going to be bad.
She made me stand before everyone as she explained my failings at some further length to all of my schoolmates and every teacher. Then, turning to me, she told me to look up ( as I had my head bowed at this point) and she gave me the hardest slap imaginable right across my face. Then after a few seconds she told me to turn and face a table which stood in the middle of the stage. I did so and was promptly told to 'bend forward'. I positioned myself across it, hands on the far side and waited to see how awful what I had coming was...
I didn't have to wait for long, the headmistress approached me and lifted up my skirt from the hem, laying it across my back so that all three hundred girls and twelve or fifteen staff, mostly but not all female, could see my rotund bottom clad only now in my white cotton school knickers and black tights which, Thank God, I was allowed to keep on, not that it made much difference.
Without another word she picked up a thick wooden cane from the table next to me and proceeded to give me six very hard strokes, each a few seconds apart, just long enough to let the full effect of the previous one sink in. The agony was unbelievable and my determination to be brave and stoic was soon in tatters, by the third stroke I was sobbing, wiping the tears from my eyes and not daring to put my hands back to try and protect my poor beaten backside as this would certainly have resulted in even more punishment!
When it was finally over I was left in place while everyone was told something to the effect of 'this was what happened to 'girls like me' and I was sent to stand at the back of the stage, hands on my head for the rest of assembly.
