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31-35, M
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Greg123 · 80-89, M
I was also caned at high school. While I hated being hurt there was a feeling afterwards that I had survived. We had a Head Boy with the authority to cane. He gave me many beatings - unlike most of the other lads.
Years later my older sister confessed she had met the Head Boy at a school dance and told him what a little brat I was. She had meant it as a joke but he took her seriously and was determined to beat the 'brat' out of me.
I am glad caning has now been consigned to the history books in most countries.
Years later my older sister confessed she had met the Head Boy at a school dance and told him what a little brat I was. She had meant it as a joke but he took her seriously and was determined to beat the 'brat' out of me.
I am glad caning has now been consigned to the history books in most countries.
Greg123 · 80-89, M
@miscreant6x6 She did not know about the beatings and was upset when she found out about them when we were both grown up.
I was at school in the early 1950s when the belief was inflicting pain by caning was the only way to reform a youth. That Head Boy took correcting me very seriously. He was Captain of the Rugby XV and strong as an ox - and convinced he was doing the right thing. I would leave his study with my backside in flames.
I was at school in the early 1950s when the belief was inflicting pain by caning was the only way to reform a youth. That Head Boy took correcting me very seriously. He was Captain of the Rugby XV and strong as an ox - and convinced he was doing the right thing. I would leave his study with my backside in flames.
miscreant6x6 · 56-60, M
@Greg123 Those types always took their discipline seriously and ensured a boy would leave his study extremely sore. And there would always be a next time, too.
Greg123 · 80-89, M
@miscreant6x6 It is the noise I remember the most. When the cane slammd into the thin school shorts barely covering my bent over bottom it sounded like a rifle shot. The Head Boy waited for a minute before unleashing the next stroke. He explained that he was waiting for my bottom 'to go off the boil'.
The form master noted all the canings I had received (they were written in a book). His solution was to bend me over a desk and inflict six strokes of the cane. He was old and one stroke from the fit Head Boy hurt more than his six.
The form master noted all the canings I had received (they were written in a book). His solution was to bend me over a desk and inflict six strokes of the cane. He was old and one stroke from the fit Head Boy hurt more than his six.
Caned4doz · 61-69, M
@Greg123 I attended 6 schools between England and Australia and got cp at all of them. My last school was a private (i.e. parents paid fees) Catholic boys school. It was the strictest of all the schools I attended and the cane was frequently used. Fortunately, by my time prefects had been relieved of their 'whacking rights'. I made many trips either to my housemaster or the deputy head, only to leave their offices, the better for anything from 4 to 12 strokes of the cane.
miscreant6x6 · 56-60, M
@Greg123 A true sadist 'waiting for your bottom to go off the boil'. Maximum pain by waiting to issue each stroke. I know that awful feeling when the 1st bites and you know there are 5 (more with extras) to come and you wonder how you'll get there !
Caned4doz · 61-69, M
@miscreant6x6 Oh yes, the first stroke was usually a shock. Yet oddly, I found that it took just the briefest moment for the pain to register in my head, even though I had felt to pressure of the cane strike. Wondering how I would get through however many more strokes were to come certainly invaded my thoughts, but, the end did come and I could walk away with a sliver of dignity...albeit a rather stiff walk. 🤣
Greg123 · 80-89, M
@miscreant6x6 I suppose the Head Boy had his share of canings when younger at school so was keen to cane me harder than he had been caned himself. So, thanks to my sister, when other lads escaped with a warning for some minor offence, I found myself bending over in his study and inspecting his floor while the HB carved painful welts into my small backside. At least he didn't lecture me at length but just got on with the beating. When his rattan cane hit my tightly stretched shorts it made a noise like a gunshot.