I Went to a Catholic School

My school was owned by a Catholic priest and was run on Catholic lines. It was very religious, very structured, and full of ritual. We all took turns in helping in the chapel, as altar boys, as choirboys or whatever. On weekdays we wore ordinary uniforms, but on Sundays we wore cassocks. it was an intense atmosphere, good education, plenty of education, but also a very strong ethos of 'consequences', whether corporal punishment, extra cross country runs, cleaning and polishing fatigues... but the default was the slipper or cane to be honest, and this was not the preserve of one master, but of all. There was a school convention of a beating being 'on not more or less than one layer of clothing' though the headmaster always caned bare, and of course dormitories, changing rooms etc gave plenty of scope for bare or nearly bare 'there and then' punishments. This was the natural order and quite normal in those days and, it goes without saying, totally approved of by my step father. The school no longer exists, nor would you expect it to, as such privately owned schools disappeared decades ago. There is actually an out of town shopping centre where it once stood!