Bent for the Cane: five schoolgirl spanking tales
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I’m not sure why someone who is being punished should have to bend over to receive it. I know at my school it was always administered with the culprit bending over the headmaster’s desk or a chair. I suppose it would be effective in either position I know it was for me. Our unique long-standing event - it happens just once a year - where we joyfully celebrate this English vice. The blazer remained on. I don’t recall ever having to remove any item of clothing when being caned at school. I can’t be absolutely positive but I’m almost sure if my memory serves me correctly that when the headmaster instructed me to bend over his desk i instinctively for some unknown reason lifted my blazer clear of my skirt as I bent over.
In the bending over position, it makes the fleshy lower part of the bottom more accessible for strokes of the cane. It generally presents a better target for the purpose of punishment although there is a case when the paddle is used that the recipient should be lying face down thereby presenting the bottom in a more relaxed state and perhaps better equipped to receive swats. I do own some very good rattans (not the sex-shop things we had bought at the outset; in the meantime we got ours from reputable cane makers, and Stef says he can “feel” very much the difference to our former sex-shop rattans very well…).
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When the rest of the class had gone, she took me into the small science prep room, and said that she had intended to send me to the headmaster to be caned, but had decided to punish me herself. I was very relieved at first, because although I had never been caned, I knew boys who had and I knew that it would be awful.
However, when I was six and my big brother was eight, Mum must have decided that something a little more salutary was needed for when we were naughty boys, and she acquired a proper school cane (in fact she told us, when we were young men, that she bought two, just in case we decided to hide or break the ‘official’ implement – we never did, by the way!) Mrs. Johnson took a large gym slipper from the shelf and told me to face the wall. “Take your pants down,” she said. Obediently, I dropped my trousers to my ankles – and then hesitated. “Get those down as well, and touch your toes.” Feeling terribly embarrassed, I took down my underpants as well and bent over as instructed. Why I would do this l really have no idea but I’m fairly sure this is what happened. Apart from administering the caning he had awarded me the headmaster never touched my clothing.I passed the 11-plus and went off to King's School in September 1963. I was two months short of my 12th birthday. King's was an old-fashioned boys' grammar school in the pleasant town of Macclesfield in East Cheshire. The school had been founded in the 16th century by Edward VI; hence the name.
When I attended secondary school in the early 1970s I was caned by my form mistress when I was in third year. There was detention every Thursday for an hour after school for girls whose names were entered in the detention book during the previous week. Teachers could put girls names in this book as a punishment. My English teacher put my name in the book on a Wednesday because I did not have my homework done and did not have the correct textbook in class. I did not turn up for detention. The following morning the form mistress came to my classroom holding a cane. She called me outside and brought me to a cloakroom at the end of the corridor. She then gave me two strokes on each hand. A stroke of this cane really hurt.
This cane was a game changer and became the thing I feared most. It also made a few trips on vacation with us as it is a quiet implement. If I acted up during our vacation, even though we were in a hotel room, she would just have me grab a pillow to cry out into it and then the lashes would start landing.