The Caning Headmistress

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Sulkily, I shut the bathroom door and leaned on it as my mother took a long, lazy pull on her cigarette. As a fourth year, it was a girls only Biology class with Miss H whose speciality was dissecting all manner of things. My hands were still clutching my bottom, so the legs and knickers of a now developing young lady were on show to anyone stood behind me, along with red stripes on my bottom where my knickers did not cover. Can you imagine kids today being caned they would no doubt sue the school and would need counselling. 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.

I had just been caned by the Headmistress before leaving the school so I was doing my best to recover myself while hobbling to my home.

Both had been caned before, but neither of them had seen the legendary Dragon cane which the Headmistress was now flexing so menacingly.

It was a run round the school and its perimeter, more than a cross country, and something I could easily achieve but didn’t want to. The way she firmly grasped the cane, her agile swing, her wrist touch… after a few lessons, she hitted so hard, that even ruined one cushions they used as target to practice.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. She told me I must follow her inside the tent or she would report this to my parents and the other girls’ parents.

The girls had been on strike for a month from Brentwood Secondary Girls' School as a protest against an alleged caning for singing in the school bus. I remember boys (aged 8-11) bursting into tears when told they were going to be caned, and waiting tearfully outside the head's study.

It just needs to be applied with wisdom and an understanding of what it is doing to that child beyond causing some temporary pain. A loud swish concluded with my piercing scream as that cane cracked viciously into my knicker clad cheeks. It was so humiliating, knowing what was about to happen with 5 other girls my age witnessing outside the tent.