I was collecting one of my grandsons from his private school in London . I went into the school anfd got lost. I ended up passing the heads study and heard the clearly the unmistakable sound of caning. Clearly these boys were not going home that weekend. The door was partly open and while not seeing very much could see a boy bending overhaving the cane on his bottom. It did shock me, but my grandson laster told me only naughty boys got it, but it was always done without pants.

I was caned at my secondary school in Norwich in 1984. I was 15 at the time and guilty of truancy. The headmistress summoned me to her office and lectured me for several minutes. Then she fetched a cane and told me to bend over a chair. I got four strokes across my backside and left the room in tears. Anyway I never skipped school again.