The Caning Headmistress

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It was about 3/8” thick and about 36” long, with the traditional crooked handle; not like the straight and quite stiff cane at my previous school. The other two, however much as they thought not being last was all they needed to do, were in for a shock for just about doing enough to leave me trailing in last was a big mistake and Miss W wasn’t going to let it pass. As expected, her own stool, which stood taller than ours, was in position awaiting my arrival, as was a slipper which was resting on her table. Trousers down, but not underpants that time; she explained she hadn’t used a strap for years and didn’t want to hurt me too much. Of course there are degrees, and I don't necessarily espouse your sadistic boarding school treatment, but the pendulum has swung too far.

Miraculously, I didn’t cry but I did rub my bum vigorously as soon as Mrs Pentire was out of the room.There was a slight delay before the effects reacted within me and the pain seemed to follow after a short spell. We were forced to eat everything that was put in front of us and regular beatings by either ruler or a Scholl sandal were 'normal'. It was no different from us kids playing ‘school’ or ‘mums and dads’, neither of which would be any fun without spankings. It would have taken considerable physical restraint to stop me doing anything I set my mind to, adrenalin was running high. I’d have thought being given the first detention on Tuesday would bring you to your senses, but no, you had to keep on clowning your way through lessons until Mr Carstairs gave you another detention yesterday.

He also had this little trick of being able to see reflections in his spectacles, when he was chalking on the blackboard, anything untoward happening behind him in the classroom.The third girl went in and I listened intently to the swishing cane which was followed by her cries of pain. This was different, the pain unbelievably bad, my hands were inside my knickers and I became panic stricken as I tried to run it off. So you have been punished and you think that the best way to celebrate it is enjoying one of our famous ice creams. Years later I bumped into him in a pub in Stannington stood at the bar shooting his mouth to his cronies,I introduced myself and asked if he would step into the carpark and try to beat me like he did when I was a child.

I had already planned a weekend away with my boyfriend and I was more willing to leave the school as soon as possible than to stay a couple of hours more watching punished pupils, but I could not disappoint my boss on the first week of my new employment, so I accepted. They were sent away each as they had been caned, with a: “Now get out, and don’t let me see you back here again, or woe betide you! On the bus home, I kept wondering how long it would be before the strap came out of its brown paper bag. However, if you prefer, you can take an extra two strokes and the detentions will both be cancelled.If there was no reprieve, the cat would come out of the baize bag, hence the expression ‘to let the cat out of the bag’. It wasn’t long before I was in trouble every day, and letters home to my parents about my behaviour were flying through the mail like Christmas Bunt Cake. The Headmaster moved around from behind his desk, went to the coat hooks on the wall by the door and lifted one of the two canes hanging there. The geography master outlined my litany of offences, first stating that I had ‘kicked a younger child’ as they walked past me causing them to fall and bang their head. I was to get 5 swats for instigating the fight, while Scott was to receive 3 swats as a participant.