I Got Slippered At School
When I was in the second year of secondary school the boy sitting next to me whispered something and I couldn't help bursting out laughing. I can't remember exactly what he said, I think it was a rude joke about our teacher. Anyway Mr Tucker was blazing angry. Instead of slippering us himself as usually happened when boys talked in class, he sent us straight to the head.
I was really scared as I'd got the cane off the head earlier that term and he'd said I'd get it a lot harder if he saw me there again. John was even more upset as he'd never had the cane before and he kept asking me as we walked slowly along the corridor what would happen and how much it would hurt.
We reported to the secretary and had to wait in silence for a few minutes and then got called in. Much to my relief after he had soundly told us off and lectured us he said "I am not going to cane you". Instead he gave us both notes to hand in to one of the PE masters and then bring back to him signed by the end of the week.
As we walked away, John said we should go to the PE office straight away. I was thinking we could go back to class and tell Mr Tucker we hadn't had the cane and then go to the office when we wanted, but John convinced me it was better to get it over with.
So we went and knocked on the PE office door. There was just one PE master there, Mr Green, who had taken us for PE in the first year. He called us in and read our notes. He made John take his jacket off and bend right over the large table in the middle of the room holding the opposite edge. John's feet were off the floor even though he tried to balance on tiptoe and his light grey trousers were pulled really tight.
Then Mr Green took a large white plimsoll off a shelf and really whacked it down on to John's tight trousers. He gasped at the first one and wriggled over the desk. Watching close up was really scary and I knew I was in for the same soon. I had never had more than four with the slipper at that time but Mr Green reached that and still kept going. He was squirming over the desk, yelping out loud and crying by the time he got the sixth whack and Mr Green pulled him up by his hair.
Then it was my turn. I was a bit taller than John and could keep my feet on the floor but it made no difference. He really hammered that plimsoll onto my bum. I did my best to stay quiet but John said I really yelled at the last couple and I don't doubt him!
Then he signed our forms and told us to get out. As soon as we were outside and back in the changing room we rubbed our stinging bottoms. It really did hurt almost as much as the cane. The stinging pain wore off in an hour or two but my bottom was black and blue that evening and stayed bruised for almost a week.
I was really scared as I'd got the cane off the head earlier that term and he'd said I'd get it a lot harder if he saw me there again. John was even more upset as he'd never had the cane before and he kept asking me as we walked slowly along the corridor what would happen and how much it would hurt.
We reported to the secretary and had to wait in silence for a few minutes and then got called in. Much to my relief after he had soundly told us off and lectured us he said "I am not going to cane you". Instead he gave us both notes to hand in to one of the PE masters and then bring back to him signed by the end of the week.
As we walked away, John said we should go to the PE office straight away. I was thinking we could go back to class and tell Mr Tucker we hadn't had the cane and then go to the office when we wanted, but John convinced me it was better to get it over with.
So we went and knocked on the PE office door. There was just one PE master there, Mr Green, who had taken us for PE in the first year. He called us in and read our notes. He made John take his jacket off and bend right over the large table in the middle of the room holding the opposite edge. John's feet were off the floor even though he tried to balance on tiptoe and his light grey trousers were pulled really tight.
Then Mr Green took a large white plimsoll off a shelf and really whacked it down on to John's tight trousers. He gasped at the first one and wriggled over the desk. Watching close up was really scary and I knew I was in for the same soon. I had never had more than four with the slipper at that time but Mr Green reached that and still kept going. He was squirming over the desk, yelping out loud and crying by the time he got the sixth whack and Mr Green pulled him up by his hair.
Then it was my turn. I was a bit taller than John and could keep my feet on the floor but it made no difference. He really hammered that plimsoll onto my bum. I did my best to stay quiet but John said I really yelled at the last couple and I don't doubt him!
Then he signed our forms and told us to get out. As soon as we were outside and back in the changing room we rubbed our stinging bottoms. It really did hurt almost as much as the cane. The stinging pain wore off in an hour or two but my bottom was black and blue that evening and stayed bruised for almost a week.
70-79, M
