I was 16 years old, late in my sophomore year of high school. It was the early 1990s. I went to a school that paddled fairly regularly – not at the drop of a hat, and only the vice-principal or principal could decide you had earned one, but it wasn’t super rare either. Under normal […]

        Within a few moments, the headmaster appeared at the door and came into the classroom whereupon I got to my feet and stood next to the desk where I had been sitting. I had two choices; four strokes of the cane or two weeks suspension. I got my brain into gear […]

    Naturally we discussed the situation at every free moment during the afternoon. I thought the fact that we had to see the headmaster in the morning rather than that afternoon was a bad sign, but was assured that he always dealt with pupil matters during the mornings and would be doing other things […]

That was it! No mention of what corporal punishment exactly she had received, and no matter how hard we pressed her Helen refused to say any more on the subject. Of course we all speculated and discussed, and several of the girls, myself included, even considered grabbing hold of her and pulling her trousers (Helen […]

We know the boys were caned with six strokes each because they told us so; by now the girls were regarded as classmates with similar status to the boys. We didn’t actually get to see the marks but they told us it was a standard ‘trousers and pants down’ caning applied with them bending over […]

    David was sent to the headmaster about half way through the morning and just after our mid-morning break. He was missing from the refectory at lunch time but Jane and I and a couple of other girls went out onto the playing fields for a stroll and found him in the middle of […]

  In the weeks that followed we caught sight of one or two debaggings being performed in classrooms as we walked past but the question of it being done to us was never raised. During the second week, several of the other girls who were supposed to have started with us actually arrived and Jane […]

Jane and I looked at each other and then the boy hurried past us still trying, rather unsuccessfully, to stuff his shirt tails into his trousers. We two girls knew exactly what was going on and hurried down the stairs towards the quadrangle. We had encountered the first of many strange traditions of what was […]

After lunch Jane and I had a stroll around the grounds but we soon found the strange sight of two females amongst so many boys made us the centre of attention in a way that was not entirely comfortable. No-one made any really nasty comments for there were several teachers and even more prefects patrolling […]

The school uniform was grey trousers and black and grey striped blazers for the first to fifth form boys and grey trousers with black blazers for the sixth form boys. The girls would be allowed to choose between grey skirts or trousers (obviously a very progressive school!) and the appropriate blazers.   I was a […]