Spanking Quickies: Caned Bottoms

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I remember it was a lady inspector – she had children of her own and when I explained that I normally just used my hand as it was less severe than the cane, she nodded and agreed with me. In primary schools, things were a lot more ‘homely’, really. As suddenly as it arrived, the immediate burning slice across his cheeks seemed to subside for a fraction of a second before erupting into a deep, smarting sting that swelled and throbbed, not just at the point of impact, but it felt to him as though it filled his entire bottom. I gave it mainly to the older children – mostly boys, of course! Very few girls. I can’t remember anyone younger than eight having it. And it had to be pretty serious – hitting another children, danger to life and limb, insolence to their class teacher, that sort of thing.

The cane was given with the child bending over a chair, hands on the seat. I had a classroom chair which I kept in the far corner of my office for the purpose. This was the right height for the child to bend over so their bottom was in the right position.Indeed? And so you should look apprehensive," she responded, in her innocence misreading the causes of his fidgeting. "But, as unconventional as this approach might seem, something tells me this could be exactly what's needed to provide the focus and motivation you need. I can't say I entirely approve, of course. Senior boys in the upper sixth ought to be able to motivate themselves without threats of disciplinary measures, but if this is what it takes..."

Breathless and a little light headed, he knew with absolute certainty that the tales of his Housemisstress's disciplinary prowess had not been exaggerated. Still looking down at the desktop, he was aware of movement somewhere behind him and heard a light rattle of cane against furniture as she replaced it on its discreet hook between her two bookcases. The Dom part of a me has a streak of sadism that would have been quite happy to hurt Katie some more, but her trust in me is such a beautiful thing that I would rather disappoint her by ending the caning early than risk betraying that trust.Here is a look at Katie’s beautiful bottom after I had caned her in the super-hot kidnap scene we recently played out with the wonderful Carla James. If, as you seem to be claiming, the leeway granted to senior boys is really to blame, I'm going to make a suggestion. Perhaps it's a little unconventional. Some might argue that it bends the rules of our usual approaches to school discipline. But, if you believe an ultimatum with tangible and specific consequences is what you require, perhaps there is a way for me to oblige. In fact, I'm suddenly feeling quite optimistic that we can come to an arrangement." The old furniture was far heavier than it looked and she patiently waited as he half lifted and half slid them up to the wall. His fingers trembled against his blazer buttons before he folded it neatly across the chair seats and turned to face Miss Sternwood.

Seeing her behind her desk, hands apart and holding the cane horizontal at the level of her slender waist, he began to truly feel the magnitude of his predicament. Grateful that at least the knowledge of their meeting would go no further, he replied promptly. "Thank you, Miss." The child would be given a Punishment Slip, detailing the offence and the punishment, that they had to take home, get a parent to sign and return the next day to my office. Some children you felt a bit sorry for at that point, because you knew they’d probably be going home to another dose. The sports field she overlooked was almost deserted, just a couple of late stragglers taking a shortcut from Mainschool towards the school driveway. To her left a tall beech tree partly obstructed one corner of her window and in that shaded area of glass she saw a ghostlike reflection of her room.

The Ultimatum

It's going to be six for you Thomas, this time. Make no mistake, even for a senior, six strokes of the cane will be a very salutary lesson and, you can take it from me, it's going to be a lesson that you will not forget in a hurry." Look, I know it's not always an easy transition from the rules and hand-holding of the junior years. All I want is to see you really focus on your grades for a few months. I've tried encouragement, I've tried cajoling, I've discussed your work with your parents, and I seem to remember we even resorted to a couple of Saturday morning homework detentions. Quite frankly there are very few options remaining."

Since we're already bending the rules with this unorthodox punishment, I suggest you also loosen your belt and drop your trousers to your ankles!" Sheila Thompson (name changed) was headteacher at a large suburban primary school in the north of England from 1978 to 1985 – a year before corporal punishment was abolished in UK schools. She kindly agreed to be interviewed about her memories of that time. Oh- but please, Miss," he implored, his fear now manifest in a far more discernable tremor in his voice. He found he was shaking his head, although without consciously being aware of it, he dared not actually speak a refusal out loud. Without being aware that he was doing it, Thomas's face instinctively winced in expectation. Perversely he knew that he was simultaneously both longing for and dreading the terrible impact that could now only be a few seconds away. The next moment it was far from ‘very well’ with my bottom as the cane was brought down hard and decisively across both cheeks. It may as well have been a red hot poker. I began to cry immediately but managed to stay bent over. I felt Mr Dawson’s hand rub my bare bottom consolingly. “Good boy,” he said. “You must learn to take your punishment like a big boy. Two more to go.”Yes Miss," Thomas replied, and now she was really beginning to detect the nervousness in his voice. At thirty-five years of age she could still clearly remember the corridors of Saint Frances and the dark wood paneling outside the headmistress's study. It stretched from the dull parquet floor to around shoulder height, whereupon it gave way to insipid magnolia paint and windows that were set high in the walls, requiring the use of a hooked wooden pole to open and close their spring loaded catches.