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My Caning

When I was either 15 or 16 years old, I was caned for not being where i was supposed to be (studying) instead of 'bunking' off. This event has stuck in my mind ever since.

But first a photo comparing navy blue gym knickers and white cotton panties. Originally those navy blue gym knickers were worn all through the day, but would have had a second pair for PE, so as not to have to wear a damp or muddy pair in class. Often these gym knickers clamped my waste and leg openings with elastic and were quite warm in summer, and came further up my botton, but in winter that was what we wanted to keep warm. When playing hockey, which I hated, I was always getting wacked with hockey sticks, in places I didn't want to be wacked. Anyway as girls had protested long enough, gym knickers were soon relegated to sport and ordinary white cotton panties were introduced for ordinary lessons. Although these panties were supposed to be bought at the school outfitters, often they came from M&S, mother's favourite knickers store, so they did vary. Occasional I had to wear my middle sister panties, as 'hand me downs' were quite a normal thing. I digress but I also had to inherit her jeans with a zip on the side! Who remembers them?

So white knickers started out with a high leg opening from the being and I guess years later they morphed in to thongs, that probably gave girls something else to think about in double maths! Anyway as the white knickers varied and they were much thinner.

So my caning; after waiting outside the school office for ages, I was invited in by the school secretary, and taken in to the Head's office, with the secretary.

I was told I was to be caned and Headmistress told me to bend over a small chair, I think it was used as such to make girls being caned to bend over more. The Head then proceeded to pull my school skirt and shirt over my back, but as it fell over my back anyway, it was not tucked in to my knickers. By this time, I should mention is that I had this tingling feeling in my knickers. It is said that a man, about to be hanged can get an erection, so I guess the anticipation was getting to me.

With my skirt and shirt over my back, the cooler air over my back and top of my legs was noticeable. The Headmistress, asked to secretary to get the cane. I imagine it was the thickest can, so that when she was thrashing a thick pair of gym knickers it really left an impression. The only problem was that I was wearing white cotton panties! I tried to catch a glance as to what they were says, but had "face the front" barked at me.

The Headmistress pushed my back down, with her pointed fingers pushing in to me, but in the micro second before she took a swing, she let go to swing her body but pushed me down again in preparation for each stroke.

From my point of view I though that saying "Sorry Miss, I won't do it again" would have been sufficient to stop my caning, however, it seemed that the Headmistress had a kind of feeling that a stern hard caning would not only serve as a punishment, but also as a warning not to do other naughty thinks at School. As we used to say in jest, well after any caning, "Sorry Miss, I won't drop my pencil in class ever again"

Anyway in view of her hard caning policy, the Head took a run up and lifted the cane way above her head, when she delivered the most vicious hard stroke I could have imagined. It was like a bee sting or being branded on the bottom, no doubt meant for thick gym knickers even though I had thin cotton knickers on. Perhaps she got some pleasure somehow from imagining a girls botton that had really been caned hard and tears that followed. Some girls say a caning hurt but not that much, so I wonder if they were given a tap from the cane, from a few feet away, perhaps to make them feel just a tap on their knickers, and enough for them to feel it, but perhaps to embarrass them. After all, who would as a school girl, want to have to bend over and get a stroke on their knickers, however light it was, even if it hurt a little bit. My stroke of the cane really stung and there were 5 more to follow. A 'little bit' or 'slightly' were not words I would use on mine. My bottom really stung, like being branded and after I got more hard strokes the area hit started to swell, but still with the sting. I guess a blind girl could have read them as brail!

As my cotton knickers were not as large as the navy blue gym knickers, i did get lashed on my bare skin, either side of my knickers and even though they were larger than those in the photo, it did not matter, I could not feel the difference. Obviously when I was caned, I did cry but tears mainly as screaming out or pleading to stop, might have got me a worse punishment. I remember going 'ouch' but most of the time it was a deep drawing in or breathe. I also remember being caned in the same general area, on my bottom above my legs but not high up on my bottom near my back. It certainly wasn't in 6 parallel lines. Eventually my ordeal was over but not before the pointy fingers were in my back for Miss to check with a quick glance at her 'handywork' to ensure I had been thrashed good enough for her purposes!

I was then stood while I adjusted my clothes and sent out in to the corridor and on my way. There was no corner time or sitting on a hard chair for ages.

I could not really rub my bottom as it hurt too much. I met my friend coming out of the common room, and knowing of my ordeal, she took me to a quiet place and peeped in to my knickers, as best she could, but didn't say much, possibly in shock at the size of the large welts on my bottom, I guess changing from red to purple before her eyes. My caning occured after tea so I did not feel like sitting down, or standing, and bed time was hours away, so I just had to lope around till bed with the worst stinging bottom I ever had! Pulling my knickers off later was a bit painful, and although my nightie was more free flowing I didn't have a good night's sleep.

Incidentally this was towards the end of term and firstly the school never informed my mother and I was able to hide the welts, but I do remember looking at them in the bathroom weeks in to the school holidays, so the caned botton I received was not a minor affair!

There was nowhere to hide, from a severe thrashed botton in those white knickers, and making faces with tears in my eyes, was better than screaming and jumping about, that could have got me extra strokes, with or without my knickers. How was I expected to know?

Gym Mistress

According to various surveys, Girls Boarding Schools were top of the league for using corporal punishment especially the use of the cane and the worst offenders were PE teachers! I don't know what it was that made them like they were? Was it the fresh air, or running around all day in their very own gym skirt and gym knickers? Perhaps she just loved spanking and caning pupils. If you did not run fast enough in cross country running she could cane you. Many Games Mistresses as they were called, seemed to hang around in the showers and changing rooms and give us a powerful slaps or two, on our wet buttocks, in or just out of the shower, usually for some minor infractions real or imagined. Some girls got a proper spanking for not exerting themselves during the actual game.

A more typical setting for a spanking from the games mistress, the changing room. Remember there was a no bare bottom rule, so any slaps of a bare bottom in the shower was highly unofficial, so a few slaps on a girls wet bottom were not officially punishments, just a warning!

Much is made of US cheer leaders, who I guess joined their squad because of the prestige of being pretty enough to be selected and because they had the pick of the fittest boys. I'm sure there were plenty of college boys who would not mind giving the girls a good seeing to in their dress and panties. Sadly there was no such prestige in our schools, and most girls in the UK absolutely hated PE, and the effort of running about getting hot and sweaty in summer and freezing cold in winter, or coping with periods in gym knickers. If we had cheer leading men, in sexy outfits, ready to give us a thorough seeing to, that we all craved, we might have been far more enthusiastic and far more moist!

Above; All very respectable and proper, but for how long?

I know that girls at school were spanked and caned on the bottom in 1960s. I have read accounts of girls being spanked and caned on a bare bottom by a female teacher, but in have no evidence other than what people say. I know from my sister that her math class at Junior school was told that they had to learn their 12x times table of by heart as the teacher would test those at random and those who got asked and were consistently getting the answers wrong, would be brought out front at the end of the test and spanked on their knickers. My sister made sure it wasn't her! That was quite typical and my sister credits the threat to her bottom as making her good as maths. This normality continued in to senior school!

Below; I used to think stockings and suspenders were fantasy, but I realise tights were not generally available in 1960s, so stockings quite normal, and therefore worn for a girl being caned on her knickers, and pulled up over the suspender, unlike modern recreations. Incidentally my elder sister was always gpod and studious but my middle sister was a bit rebellious in her mid teens, and I am certain she was spanked and caned in her bottle green gym knickers that she wore at school in late 1960s & early 1970s. She never let on to me as she probably thought I would snitch on her like she did on me when we both went to the same Junior school, and I was spanked in front of everyone in the school hall!

Below; in 1960s & 1970s the Headteachers of most senior schools still wore the mortar board hat and gown, to show their authority. It always seemed synonymous with being caned. You might be sent down to the Headmistress to be punished for insubordination and be told by the school secretary to stand there, against the wall, to await her return. Eventually you would hear a rush of cloth, as the Headmistress swept in. "Well what have we got here" she might exclaim? The school secretary would speak first, and say, "Headmistress, Fiona has just been sent down by Mrs Williams, for insubordination". After which the Headmistress would say in your direction, "In here girl, you know that I have to cane you, so bend over.....etc"

Below; Some teachers delivered a severe caning to a girl with her skirt on, in the knowledge that the severity of the stroke would really sting and cause the desired effect on her bottom.

Above; in Spring and summer, girls wore knickers and socks. I guess white knickers made their appearance in the 1960s but i know for a fact that gym knickers for use in class lasted till 1974 for certain but not for me.

The male teacher moving the girls skirt over her back looks to be treating the situation as routine, whereby the girl is brought in to his office told off for her indiscretion, then bent over the chair, prepared and then gived the most horrendously painful caning and then sent off to wherever she needs to be, to suffer in public as a warning to hereself, with her embarrassment and to other girls who don't want the same!

The moment of truth

You have come in to the teachers office and he has given you you a verbal 'dressing down' and sold you he is to spank your bottom. You are told to lay over his lap. He now lifts your skirt, and you feel the cool air round the top of your legs, as the skirt is laid over your back. You feel very vulnerable and exposed, even with your panties in place, as the first hard smack hits one cheek and then the other. The stinging starts immediately, with perhaps 30 to 50 more to go. You shout ouch or owe to show that the stinging is having an effect on you, in the hope of getting sympathy and a lesser spanking. However it has no affect on the relentless 'one two', 'one two' pace of your spanking, with each smack seeing to get harder and harder. You suddenly realise that he is spanking hard and harder to make you cry, but you can't. The smacking continues and your bottom stings, with the relentless blows and your bottom is red hot. A sudden in crease in the rapidity and hardness of the smacks signals the end of your punishment. You stand and adjust your knickers and skirt, and for a moment you are unsure if you may rub your stinging bottom. Its then that the tears appear and you sobbing and you are told to get out. Your rubbing of your bottom starts, but its to raw to give much relief. If you still have lessons to attend, the thought of sitting down brings you even more discomfort especially if the teacher, knowing of your spanking, won't let you get away with quietly whimpering in the furthest desk from her.

There wasn't any relief from a severely spanked bottom, as none was permitted.

Luckily there wasn't any corner time either unless you made such a fuss afterwards, that you were put in the corner to suffer in silence, or face more of the same, if you weren't quiet.

In my Boarding School the dorms were rather austere compared to the photos of modern Schools. The photo below to is bare and the one underneath is too cluttered. We had draws under the beds and wardrobes but we were forbidden to put up posters or damage the paintwork!

Our inspections were on a Sunday and it was to ensure all our clothes were folded and put away nicely, but mainly for staff and pregects to have a good look around, and poke about for contraband and any other innocent item, they didn't like, with mock rage. Didn't every girl have a vibrator?

Of course any illicit or innocent, meant an appointment with the Headmistress, charged with having food in your dorm (wine gums) or medicine (aspirin), which was very serious.

When ever you had your meeting with the Headmistress, day or evening, you were always a nuisance and causing a disruption to her work schedule and consequently deserved a hard caning!

Above; The dorm was not much better than this, with a few cupboads added, like the photo below. I think we had lino rather than carpet and enormous radiators.

Above; a bit better but we were not permitted pictures or posters on the wall.

The dorm was beyond our wildest dreams! I always dreamed of watching TV under the covers but i could never have known what the internet would bring. My other fun came from lisyening to Radio Caroline under the sheets, with ear plug type ear phones, that kept dropping out. Of course it was sometimes difficult to turn the noise off if a Prefect or Teacher entered, after lights out necessitating a slippering on my bottom, with just the nightie for protection, of god forbid a visit to the Headmistress in my nightie, slippers and dressing gown. The Headmistress might still be up at some unholy hour, and she might be missing a TV show. There was no red button to reply, so you really got the full force of her thrashing. After putting your dressing gown on, you were escorted back to bed, with your arm gripped by the Prefect, that stopped you rubbing your stinging bottom, till you were released and alone in bed. Your tadio was confiscated and perhaps returned at the end of term. Somehow the batteries were flat, as if a Prefect had been enjoying the same not so guilty pleasures!

Knickers were not permitted to be worn for a caning or spanking in nightwear!

If a dorm inspection was carried out with intention of perhaps finding something illicit but this was not found, then there might be a search of the girls in the dorm, which in very rare circumstances involve a search of the girls underwear. If found, whatever it was, might involve a very severe caning and expulsion from School.

Gym Mistress

According to various surveys, Girls Boarding Schools were top of the league for using corporal punishment especially the use of the cane and the worst offenders were PE teachers! I don't know what it was that made them like they were? Was it the fresh air, or running around all day in their very own gym skirt and gym knickers? Perhaps she just loved spanking and caning pupils. If you did not run fast enough in cross country running she could cane you. Many Games Mistresses as they were called, seemed to hang around in the showers and changing rooms and give us a powerful slaps or two, on our wet buttocks, in or just out of the shower, usually for some minor infractions real or imagined. Some girls got a proper spanking for not exerting themselves during the actual game.

A more typical setting for a spanking from the games mistress, the changing room. Remember there was a no bare bottom rule, so any slaps of a bare bottom in the shower was highly unofficial, so a few slaps on a girls wet bottom were not officially punishments, just a warning!

Much is made of US cheer leaders, who I guess joined their squad because of the prestige of being pretty enough to be selected and because they had the pick of the fittest boys. I'm sure there were plenty of college boys who would not mind giving the girls a good seeing to in their dress and panties. Sadly there was no such prestige in our schools, and most girls in the UK absolutely hated PE, and the effort of running about getting hot and sweaty in summer and freezing cold in winter, or coping with periods in gym knickers. If we had cheer leading men, in sexy outfits, ready to give us a thorough seeing to, that we all craved, we might have been far more enthusiastic and far more moist!

One Bare bottom spanking

Bare bottom caning and spanking was not permitted at my school but it did occur at my school or rather my school establishment. In 1970s they were having an expansion and as not everyone could fit they asked if we would move to a separate site temporarily. This site was run by a Mr & Mrs arrangement with the guy being a senior teacher and head of department. His wife joined him but I never quite knew her status but she helped out. Anyway one day there was a group of us in the large area at the bottom of the stairs all chatting in groups. Suddenly there was a bit of a commotion and the wife starting saying to a young girl something like this "How dare you use that word!" Personally I think Mrs was mistaken, a bit like the word Count or Wok might sound like something rude. Anyway Mrs stormed over, and threw the girl over her knee, pulled her dress up and her knickers down and proceeded to spank the girls bottom in front of us, till it was very red. The girl ran off in tears to the loo.

I have an idea that Mrs was reminded of the rules after that by her husband! It never happened again!