The Caning Headmistress

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I stood there in buckets of tears, rocking and rubbing for all I was worth as Peter went through a similar ordeal across mum’s knee before she sent us to bed.

Lee, visited the school and were extremely abusive to the headmistress, whom they threatened to assault if this continued.Break was nearly over by the time I left, my bottom feeling twice its size and my ego reduced by half. This was the last term for we sixteen year olds, before our exams, and Mr Ellis was at his board trying to cram our minds with knowledge. Scott cried out “ow” after each one and vigorously rubbed his bottom as he straightened up and made room for me. I really didn’t fancy the three fingered heavy, but was somehow drawn to three rather than two, so I timidly suggested the medium three. In the US they don't use canes or slipper but instead they use a 'paddle', which is a wooden board, possibly more painful than a cane because it hits a wider area of the bottom than the cane.

We always cheered each other at swim meets and one time we went camping with boys in one tent and girls in the other. I was taken back to the Head’s office to await collection by my parents who had been told of my misdeeds and my expulsion. However, Miss Rosie Lee has disgraced herself so badly, and behaved so wickedly, she thoroughly deserves to have her bottom soundly spanked in public. I had been smacked when younger, on the legs, sometimes with a stick, but nothing as formal as a spanking over the knee.The funny thing is that these memories lay dormant for 50 years, and suddenly sprang into my mind about 5 years ago, previously completely forgotten. She stopped teachers using the slipper and deemed that minor offences would earn a detention and serious offences would be reported to her. Now, last time I gave you each 12 with a Senior and apparently that wasn't enough to modify your behaviour. A mixture of even more anger, surprise, delight that he could now do (in his mind at least) even more to me. Next, I removed the comb from my right rear pocket and assumed the same position Scott was in for his paddling.

As I’d guessed, this was for me to bend over; or rather to kneel on, leaning forward over the back, and grasping the table.Until you have taken six of the best (or four or three of the best for that matter) it is difficult to describe the pain in terms of any other painful experiences we may suffer in normal life. I must have been drifting in my thoughts when there was a crash against the back wall, which brought me back to reality rather quickly. The hated straw boater with black and yellow ribbons that hung down my back and didn’t quite hide my furious face. That’s when I was told I had two options; be grounded for four weeks or have my bare bottom spanked.