Caned for Deceit Towards the end of my third year at grammar school I went through a more rebellious phase than was usual. I had a couple of dental appointments and on the last noticed that the receptionist had written the appointment on the card in pencil.
My ever devious mind saw this as an excellent opportunity to rub out the one written and invent a new one which gave me what I thought was a sure fire excuse to bunk off school with my absence covered.
It worked well for the first two goes. Change the details, show the card to my deputy housemaster and I was covered, I thought
Quit whilst you are ahead would have been a good maxim to follow but no, I kept it going. On the third occasion I wanted to spend the day with my new girlfriend Jane who was at home recovering from the last stages of the flue. Her parents were at work and she was as keen as I for us to get together alone.
On handing the card in the next day the dep. housemaster asked to hold onto it for a while; I could pick it up later he said. This didn't bode well and at break I got the summons to attend the office.
Both housemaster and deputy were there and I had been sprung. A phone call had been made to check and the game was up.
I could offer no explanation other than to confess. This was followed by much dressing down about deceit and lying not to mention the time lost at a crucial stage of my schooling, blah, blah ending with wait outside.
I was under no illusions that I would be caned. The door was ajar and straining my ears I heard them discussing who was to give me the thrashing. Both were experienced caners but the deputy Mr Cooper was new to the position and was making a mark [excuse the pun] for himself as being strict. I had seen the backsides of four boys in the showers who had been given 6 by him the day before for smoking and they looked bad.
I was called in and told the worst news. I would be given 6 strokes by Mr Cooper then and there.
The office was undergoing some alterations and there was no room to swing a cane so, armed with the junior cane and punishment book he told me to follow him.
We found a nearby classroom and entered to find, to my embarrassment, three first year girls who were waiting for one of the mistresses to arrive for something or other. He asked them to wait outside and they filed past a red faced me with smirks and knowing grins. Well, it was pretty obvious what was about to take place with him holding the cane and book.
He then went on a bit more about the severity of my actions and then got down to it by placing the teacher chair in position and telling me, much to my terror, to take trousers down and bend over the back 'in the usual way'.
I pulled my Y-fronts up and did as I was told. My bum was tight and after a couple of the practice swishes that all teachers love to do I felt him rest the cane across my backside and measure his distance. Although this was not my first caning it was my first with trousers down across the pants. The girls were caned across their knickers so I guess this was no different.
There was a savage swish and pistol shot and I felt a terrible pain across my backside. I simultaneously yelled out and started up only to be pushed back down by him. Nothing was said. Just as he lined up for the second the door opened and the maths mistress Miss Burton burst in with apologies, looking for the girls. This was awful. She left promptly and Mr Cooper quickly addressed the job in hand by giving me five more excruciating stingers.
I remember, thinking back as it was taking place that he really seemed to relish his task being not too hurried and putting fair force behind each stroke. I quickly thought of the boys in the shower and now realised why. I was also mindful of the humiliation of having Miss Burton and the first year girls outside the door witnessing my punishment and yells after each stroke.
After the sixth I instinctively stared to raise myself off the chair but Mr Cooper placed his hand on my back as he pulled back my underpants to glimpse his handiwork. I was then allowed up and pulled my grey school trousers up and did the schoolboy cane dance around the room clutching my backside, the tears streaming down my face. He entered the details in the punishment book .We both left passing a silent mistress and girls on their way back to the room .As soon as we were a few paces past them the girls exploded into excited chatter and giggles.
I went straight to the toilets and looked at my bum in the mirror the way all schoolboys seem to. I stared at six well placed scarlet tramlines with raised edges.
After school I went to see Jane who was not quite as sympathetic as I thought she might have been. She was good girl and would not have bunked off herself but was happy for me to do it and spend time with her. But she still inspected the results of the thrashing.
This was one of four canings I received at grammar school. I got many summary execution slipperings, mainly in class but they can be for later.
From this story I think we could create a piece about this boys experience. We could have a monologue of the boy setting the scene and explaining what happened, explaining how his parents are proud of him, his teachers expect great things, his girlfriend trusts him, the other girls fall for him, other boys respect him, and as each character is mentioned we have said person stand up. Once we have all the family and friends standing we move the monologue on to where he gets canned and then everyone is disappointed in him. Everyone could then circle the boy telling him how betrayed they all were and try to make the boy feel really bad. This could be used to show how the cane doesn't work in bettering grades and all it does is harm the child physically and emotionally.