Caned in Front of the School

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There were a few moments of total silence, as though the world had stopped. Then movement from inside, a figure on the other side of the stained glass, and the door opened. We looked at each other for a moment, before she nodded and stood to one side, opening the door more widely to let me come in.

There has been the issue of my garage window, and more importantly, the petulant way you responded to the situation.’ After everyone had gone past Mrs Seaton came marching up. She looked at both of us as if we were something rotten that the cat had dragged in and, without saying a word, went straight into her office. Lindsey made a face at me and we continued to stand outside in silence. She could feel that her words were hitting the mark. As soon as she has risen from her chair, and in the near silence of the late afternoon, a palpable tension had descended in the room. At thirty-five years of age she could still clearly remember the corridors of Saint Frances and the dark wood paneling outside the headmistress's study. It stretched from the dull parquet floor to around shoulder height, whereupon it gave way to insipid magnolia paint and windows that were set high in the walls, requiring the use of a hooked wooden pole to open and close their spring loaded catches.As I walked out I was still very scared about what was going to happen, and, fearing that tears were coming, looked down at the floor as I walked out, but I do remember that I felt fortunate at least inasmuch as it was Mrs Seaton who would be caning me and not the headmaster. I… I am sorry, Miss.” She had stammered that words before, when she was still over my knees. I could see she really was sorry now. If, as you seem to be claiming, the leeway granted to senior boys is really to blame, I'm going to make a suggestion. Perhaps it's a little unconventional. Some might argue that it bends the rules of our usual approaches to school discipline. But, if you believe an ultimatum with tangible and specific consequences is what you require, perhaps there is a way for me to oblige. In fact, I'm suddenly feeling quite optimistic that we can come to an arrangement." I was sniffing away tears as I reluctantly lowered my short grey trousers and placed them on the chair. My little bottom felt so vulnerable.

Now, this was most unpleasant. I don’t want you to see in here ever again. You now do know that smoking is not good for you, be it your lungs or bottoms. Each of you will prepare a shor Yes Miss," Thomas replied, and now she was really beginning to detect the nervousness in his voice.Things went on pretty smoothly for some time, but I found it quite impossible to avoid coming under the rod every now and then, the chastisement getting more severe on every fresh occasion. Yes. I decided that you might benefit from a little more extracurricular activities. I think you might like the swimming team, or the theatre club. You know there are many possibilities.” Stand up, readjust your uniform, and stand facing the wall. Now, if I ever hear anything of racism from you again, you will be sent home in disgrace. I hope you will learn that it is wrong, and that no one here will tolerate it.”

Taking up her cane by the inside of its perfectly rounded crook handle, she stood, gently flexing it before running her fingers along its smooth length. Cool to her fingertips, it was carefully sanded at each joint and slightly rounded at the tip.You know how I despise empty threats Thomas, so please make sure this turns out to be one that I never have to carry out. But, don't doubt that I will, if that's what it takes." A nine-year old boy entered. Slim in appearance, with blond hair and pale skin, he slowly walked up to my desk. I noticed that his uniform was neat and tidy. No, Williams. I want you to serve as an example for the others. It seems to me that you wanted others to take a look at your posterior, so we will let them, don’t you agree?” Are you decent?" she asked a couple of minutes later, already knowing from her reflected view that he was busy with his tie. She turned her chair as soon as he replied and watched until he had pulled on his blazer and straightened the collar. My head was pressed against the tumultuously heaving bosom of my governess, and notwithstanding the intensity of my suffering, I could plainly hear the beating of her heart, and knew that her thighs were tightly compressed together, whilst a strange tremor pervaded her entire frame.

I took the punishment book out of my desk and placed it on top of it. Then I turned to the implements that were traditionally used at my office. The three canes, junior, senior and a straight-ended, short nursery cane, were at their place in a cupboard. My heavy, rubber-soled plimsoll resided in its desk drawer, from where I took it and placed it on my desk. The wooden ruler already lay there. Lindsey was a very nice girl. Although she must have been, with good reason, as fearful as I was, but she still tried to ease my nerves a little. She told me not to worry and said that as it was my first time I would probably only get a couple of strokes and that it wouldn't hurt all that much. She said that the only thing I had to remember was to do exactly what Mrs Seaton said, as soon as she said it! Of course, she was not naive to the fact that many of the senior boys and prefects were harbouring a lustful crush. In the hormonal maelstrom of the Grey House senior common room, it was pretty much inevitable that a young, beautiful housemistress would provoke exactly this reaction. I had the other three come to my desk and take their punishment information cards. I then dismissed them and had Woods face my desk. So, you will receive a full dozen strokes of the junior cane. But you will not receive them right now.”We are going to go through to the dining room, where I am going to administer four strokes of the cane to your seat, and three strokes of the strap to each of your hands.’ The two girls entered my office. Jenny Woods was 15, Caroline Fletcher was 17. She was from the same class that Peter Williams came from. Stop it, girl. I know you probably are sorry, but you will be a lot more sorry when I am done with you.” Woods, you are 15 years old. Still, you behave like an insolent and cheeky child. And I have decided that I should punish you as such.” Anyway, I have no option but to punish you severely. And, befitting your crime, i think it is appropriate to cane you not on your underpants, but on that bare part of your anatomy which you felt you had to show at the window. Don’t youn think so, too, Williams?”