Recollections of a Spanked Schoolboy

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To Farrar nothing is trivial, he never says boys will be boys but sees their words and deeds as being of everlasting importance. Naturally the punishments must be significant too. I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom, but she just told me that it was none of my business – what was my business right now was my own behaviour. I countered by saying that I was too old to be spanked, and asked what would happen if I simply refused to submit to the punishment, as she wasn’t my parent nor my teacher. This was actually very untypical and rather daring of me – but Aunt Pam simply said that I was most certainly not too old to be spanked. “Boys are at their naughtiest in their teens – they need more spanking rather than less as they get older!” she said. Miserable coward," said Mr. Rose, throwing into the word such ringing scorn that no one who heard it ever forgot it. He indignantly shook the boy off, and caned him till he rolled on the floor, losing every particle of self-control, and calling out, "The devil - the devil - the devil!" ("invoking his patron saint," as Wildney maliciously observed).

The two strokes which followed were, let’s say, something of a blur. My bum was completely on fire by the time the punishment was over and was told: “All done – make yourself decent.” This said, because the way my life actually is I'm living that way and inevitably I do end mentioning bits of it so I might as well write something about it although my own understanding won't be everyones. Seeing a girl’s pants was unheard of in everyday life, so for it to be sanctioned, legally, was almost akin to waiting for execution where you were not only punished, but legally invaded and destroyed, like in an act of war. It was both somehow thrilling and terrifying. The adults who mostly protected you could also punish you. This kindled in me my first great ‘love’ in the murky world of shadows – the desire to see a pretty girl spanked. After what seemed like a lifetime, the door finally opened Mr Dawson appeared. He turned to Paul. “Jennings, you’re first. Come with me.” Paul shot a final, scared look over his shoulder at me and followed the headmaster into his office. The door closed and although I could hear talking inside, I wasn’t able to hear what was being said.You see, at one point when I considered writing this blog, I had said in a rather matter of fact way it wasn't going to be about being an adult schoolboy or adult little boy and that is quite true because the bias tends to be on past boyhood.

Sometimes we forget some of what we have learnt which has everyday import such as letter writing or say times tables or maybe like me you didn't do too well so a 'second chance' would help you. One could almost imagine being a pupil at Greyfriars. It has a sort of idyllic quality which even its fiercest critic, George Orwell, noted. Aside from the insipid Jennings stories the first non Bunter school story I read was one of John Finnemore's Teddy Lester stories. Frank Richards never described a caning with as much attention to detail as Finnemore did. They were reasonably well written too although not nearly as enticing as the Greyfriars tales. There was no Harry Wharton, my schoolboy hero, to admire, however the characters are well drawn and he captures something of the brutality of a boys only boarding school. From Teddy Lester in the Fifth this short extract typical of the well described canings which occur with great regularity:Finally, she turned to me, all smiles and said: “Well, Asher, I think we have an understanding now, don’t you? And now you’ve met my little helpers!” When I was seven years old, I was sent away to board at a private preparatory (prep) school for boys in the south of England – this was in the 1970s and corporal punishment was still available for errant schoolboys. That extract, on the perils of masturbation, is from one of the most famous Victorian school stories, the Reverend F.W. Farrar's Eric or Little by Little. Farrar was one of the many reverend gentlemen who turned their hands to writing boys' school stories. Experts in the field of the Victorian school story will tell you that Eric is a far more influential tale than Tom Brown's Schooldays. I can never work out why Thomas Hughes' famous work is so popular, although it has provided us with one of the great heroes of English fiction in the school bully, Flashman, immortalised by George MacDonald Frazer in his excellent Flashman books. Long," said Newton, "take out that chair into the corridor" - and the senior prefect pointed to a chair which had stood beside the table now overturned - "and place yourself over it."

Finally, Aunt Pam asked Doreen to give me three strokes of the cane, while she continued to hold me firmly over her knee. Doreen duly obliged. The cane strokes weren’t too hard, but they did bite. 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.”One doesn't have to use speci alist adult school wear suppliers unless you're wanting more bespoke items nor does one doesn't have to trape around Marks ands Spencers or as I did at the time BHS in the unif orm department sizing things up. The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze. I held out my hand, albeit with a dollop of attitude, but Aunt Pam said: ““You silly boy! I’m not going to cane your hands – there’s far too much risk of injury, especially as you play the piano. There’s only one place God has decreed that naughty boys should be punished, and that’s on the bottom.”

Wh at I come down hard on is where it seems the entire point of attending is to get a spanking and most of the time is taken up with that rather in British terms being a re-run of a pre 1987 class where you would only if you break clear and usually serious rules while actually studying to a syllabus with tests.Corporal punishment was avoided with the bigger boys, and Brigson had never undergone it before. At the first stroke he writhed and yelled; at the second he retreated, twisting like a serpent, and blubbering like a baby; at the third he flung himself on his knees, and, as the strokes fell fast, clasped Mr. Rose's arm, and implored and besought for mercy. Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.” This was a further bombshell – I’d never been told to take my trousers down for any punishment before. I just stood there transfixed, my heart in my mouth. I was definitely having a huge adrenalised reaction, and I froze like an animal caught in headlights. Bridges departed joyfully, and the onlookers grinned at each other. They were going to see the bully and the sneak get just what such fellows deserved.