Saturday morning school. Always a trial, we’re all looking forward to one o’clock and the start of the weekend. Still, the work has to be done. I swept down the corridor, black gown flowing behind me and turned the corner to reach my classroom. Class L4b were waiting in an orderly line but one girl I noticed was talking; girls were supposed to wait in silence. I unlocked the classroom door and the girls filed in. I waited by the door and as the girl who had been talking reached me, I grabbed her by the ear and pulled her out of line.
“Talking were we Catherine?”
She hesitated.
“Don’t waste time trying to think of an excuse,” I said.
“Yes Miss Fawcett.”
“So, what do you think would be a suitable punishment?” I asked.
Catherine looked puzzled.
“Go on,” I urged.
“Hundred lines?” she suggested after a pause.
I shook my head slowly.
“Two hundred?” she suggested.
I shook my head again.
“An essay?”
“That’s better,” I said with a smile.
“I think we’ll have two sides of A4 entitled how to keep my mouth shut. On my desk first thing Monday morning. Now go and sit down.”
I was off to a good start. I always enjoyed playing with the girls on a Saturday morning.
First job was to check whether the girls had done the prep that I had set on Thursday. I perched myself on the corner of the desk, left foot on the ground, right foot dangling in front of me.
“Olive, would you care to give us your thoughts on the chapter I asked you to read on Thursday?”
Olive looked suddenly alarmed.
“Well?” I said.
“Um, I don’t really have any thoughts Miss Fawcett.”
“None at all?”
“No Miss Fawcett.”
“I see, perhaps you could tell us what it was all about?”
Olive hesitated for a moment.
“Henry the eighth.”
“Very good. What about Henry the eighth?”
“Can’t remember.”
I slipped off the desk, walked over to Olive and put my face close to hers. “That’s because you haven’t read it. Am I right.”
“Yes Miss,” replied Olive guiltily.
“Come to my study at two o’clock,” I said, and went back to my desk. I asked several others about various aspects of the chapter and they all appeared to have read it. So on with the lesson.
After that one, I moved on to the next lesson with the Upper Third. About half way through, I was writing on the board when I thought I felt something hit my bottom. I turned, and as I did so, noticed a ball of paper on the floor. I bent down and picked it up.
“Alright, who threw this?”
Silence.
“Come along, we haven’t got all day.”
Still silence.
“Will somebody please own up, otherwise I shall have to waste the rest of the lesson slippering twenty two bottoms.”
I waited. Eventually a hand went up.
“Thank you Rachel. May one enquire as to why a ball of paper ended up hitting my bottom?”
Laughs from the class.
“I was aiming at the waste paper basket Miss Fawcett.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “I’m supposed to believe that am I?”
“Yes Miss Fawcett.”
“I realise that all of you who have been on the receiving end of my slipper or cane, would dearly love to do it to me, but a piece of paper is a poor substitute.”
There were giggles and laughs from most of the class.
“I’ll tell you what, we’ll take a snap opinion poll. Put your hands up if you think Rachel is telling the truth. One, two, three, four,” I counted out loud. “Is that all? “Who thinks she’s telling a little white lie?” the majority of hands went up. Of course, they wanted to see a slippering. “It looks as though it’s the slipper for you Rachel. Would you care to step this way.”
While Rachel was making her way to the front, I took my slipper, an old black plimsoll, from my desk.
“May I suggest you bend over and touch your toes.”
The class were loving this banter. Rachel obliged, and after pulling up her skirt I delivered six stinging whacks to her behind. She then made her way back to her desk. I noticed how gingerly she sat down, and for some minutes afterwards she kept wriggling, trying to get comfortable. It was then down to the serious business of the lesson.
Two o’clock and there was a knock on my study door. Olive entered. My original intention had been to make her sit in my study and spend the afternoon copying the chapter she should have read for prep. I was going to spend the afternoon with her, marking and preparing work. During lunch, I had a change of heart. I decided to give her the option of writing or taking the cane. As she was on half holiday, which meant going into town, I was sure that she would opt for the cane. Most girls would do anything to avoid missing a trip to town. “Now then Olive, I’m giving you a choice. You can spend the afternoon in here copying out the chapter, or you can take three strokes of the cane, it’s up to you.”
She thought for a minute.
“I’ll take the cane.”
I went to my cupboard and took out the appropriate cane. “Bend over.”
I pulled up her skirt and slip and took aim. I might have been frivolous in class about these things, but when it came to punishment, I was deadly serious. The three that I gave her were real stingers and it was a very watery-eyed Olive that left my study. “You can do the prep over the weekend. You can report to me first thing on Monday, and I shall be asking questions,” I called out as she left.
The same evening I was again on lights out duty. Saturday night, one could always expect trouble, but on this occasion, it was quiet, too quiet. I decided to do another round at midnight, just in case. It was just as well that I did. I had reached the fifth form landing and as I walked along, I noticed a light under one of the doors. I flung it open.
“What on earth’s going on here?” I shouted angrily. In front of me were four fifth formers, two of whom had a first year girl pinned to the floor. They immediately let go and stood up.
“Well, what’s going on?” I demanded.
The girls just looked at one another.
“Right, you four, outside my study, now.” Two others were sitting up in bed, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “You two can join them.” Two other girls appeared to be fast asleep so I ignored them. I then took the first year girl back to her dorm. I tried to get out of her what was going on, but she wouldn’t tell me, too scared probably. I then made my way to my study to deal with the six girls. They were standing outside the door in their pyjamas, shivering. It was a cold night but I suspected that they were shivering from fear.
“Get inside,” I snapped angrily.
They filed in and stood in front of my desk. I went behind it, but didn’t bother to sit down as my caning arm would soon be in action. Then I absolutely went for them. It was a clear case of bullying and intimidation. As they say, I let them have it with both barrels, I was so cross. None of the six would admit to why they had done what they did. Then it was time for their punishment. I was in two minds as to what to do next. Should I thrash them myself or send them to the Head next morning. I decided on the former. I sent five out and told the one remaining to bend over. I then selected the cane that I felt would inflict the pain that would last the longest. I then gave her six of the hardest strokes that I think I have ever given. The caning lasted some time, as she kept screaming and jumping up. I got the same reaction from the other five, and it was nearly 1 am before the final girl departed.
Next morning I reported the incident to Matron, and then to the Deputy Head. She was extremely concerned and said that she would get to the bottom of it, and expel the girls if the case was serious enough. Sunday seemed very quiet after the excitement of the previous day!
“Talking were we Catherine?”
She hesitated.
“Don’t waste time trying to think of an excuse,” I said.
“Yes Miss Fawcett.”
“So, what do you think would be a suitable punishment?” I asked.
Catherine looked puzzled.
“Go on,” I urged.
“Hundred lines?” she suggested after a pause.
I shook my head slowly.
“Two hundred?” she suggested.
I shook my head again.
“An essay?”
“That’s better,” I said with a smile.
“I think we’ll have two sides of A4 entitled how to keep my mouth shut. On my desk first thing Monday morning. Now go and sit down.”
I was off to a good start. I always enjoyed playing with the girls on a Saturday morning.
First job was to check whether the girls had done the prep that I had set on Thursday. I perched myself on the corner of the desk, left foot on the ground, right foot dangling in front of me.
“Olive, would you care to give us your thoughts on the chapter I asked you to read on Thursday?”
Olive looked suddenly alarmed.
“Well?” I said.
“Um, I don’t really have any thoughts Miss Fawcett.”
“None at all?”
“No Miss Fawcett.”
“I see, perhaps you could tell us what it was all about?”
Olive hesitated for a moment.
“Henry the eighth.”
“Very good. What about Henry the eighth?”
“Can’t remember.”
I slipped off the desk, walked over to Olive and put my face close to hers. “That’s because you haven’t read it. Am I right.”
“Yes Miss,” replied Olive guiltily.
“Come to my study at two o’clock,” I said, and went back to my desk. I asked several others about various aspects of the chapter and they all appeared to have read it. So on with the lesson.
After that one, I moved on to the next lesson with the Upper Third. About half way through, I was writing on the board when I thought I felt something hit my bottom. I turned, and as I did so, noticed a ball of paper on the floor. I bent down and picked it up.
“Alright, who threw this?”
Silence.
“Come along, we haven’t got all day.”
Still silence.
“Will somebody please own up, otherwise I shall have to waste the rest of the lesson slippering twenty two bottoms.”
I waited. Eventually a hand went up.
“Thank you Rachel. May one enquire as to why a ball of paper ended up hitting my bottom?”
Laughs from the class.
“I was aiming at the waste paper basket Miss Fawcett.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “I’m supposed to believe that am I?”
“Yes Miss Fawcett.”
“I realise that all of you who have been on the receiving end of my slipper or cane, would dearly love to do it to me, but a piece of paper is a poor substitute.”
There were giggles and laughs from most of the class.
“I’ll tell you what, we’ll take a snap opinion poll. Put your hands up if you think Rachel is telling the truth. One, two, three, four,” I counted out loud. “Is that all? “Who thinks she’s telling a little white lie?” the majority of hands went up. Of course, they wanted to see a slippering. “It looks as though it’s the slipper for you Rachel. Would you care to step this way.”
While Rachel was making her way to the front, I took my slipper, an old black plimsoll, from my desk.
“May I suggest you bend over and touch your toes.”
The class were loving this banter. Rachel obliged, and after pulling up her skirt I delivered six stinging whacks to her behind. She then made her way back to her desk. I noticed how gingerly she sat down, and for some minutes afterwards she kept wriggling, trying to get comfortable. It was then down to the serious business of the lesson.
Two o’clock and there was a knock on my study door. Olive entered. My original intention had been to make her sit in my study and spend the afternoon copying the chapter she should have read for prep. I was going to spend the afternoon with her, marking and preparing work. During lunch, I had a change of heart. I decided to give her the option of writing or taking the cane. As she was on half holiday, which meant going into town, I was sure that she would opt for the cane. Most girls would do anything to avoid missing a trip to town. “Now then Olive, I’m giving you a choice. You can spend the afternoon in here copying out the chapter, or you can take three strokes of the cane, it’s up to you.”
She thought for a minute.
“I’ll take the cane.”
I went to my cupboard and took out the appropriate cane. “Bend over.”
I pulled up her skirt and slip and took aim. I might have been frivolous in class about these things, but when it came to punishment, I was deadly serious. The three that I gave her were real stingers and it was a very watery-eyed Olive that left my study. “You can do the prep over the weekend. You can report to me first thing on Monday, and I shall be asking questions,” I called out as she left.
The same evening I was again on lights out duty. Saturday night, one could always expect trouble, but on this occasion, it was quiet, too quiet. I decided to do another round at midnight, just in case. It was just as well that I did. I had reached the fifth form landing and as I walked along, I noticed a light under one of the doors. I flung it open.
“What on earth’s going on here?” I shouted angrily. In front of me were four fifth formers, two of whom had a first year girl pinned to the floor. They immediately let go and stood up.
“Well, what’s going on?” I demanded.
The girls just looked at one another.
“Right, you four, outside my study, now.” Two others were sitting up in bed, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “You two can join them.” Two other girls appeared to be fast asleep so I ignored them. I then took the first year girl back to her dorm. I tried to get out of her what was going on, but she wouldn’t tell me, too scared probably. I then made my way to my study to deal with the six girls. They were standing outside the door in their pyjamas, shivering. It was a cold night but I suspected that they were shivering from fear.
“Get inside,” I snapped angrily.
They filed in and stood in front of my desk. I went behind it, but didn’t bother to sit down as my caning arm would soon be in action. Then I absolutely went for them. It was a clear case of bullying and intimidation. As they say, I let them have it with both barrels, I was so cross. None of the six would admit to why they had done what they did. Then it was time for their punishment. I was in two minds as to what to do next. Should I thrash them myself or send them to the Head next morning. I decided on the former. I sent five out and told the one remaining to bend over. I then selected the cane that I felt would inflict the pain that would last the longest. I then gave her six of the hardest strokes that I think I have ever given. The caning lasted some time, as she kept screaming and jumping up. I got the same reaction from the other five, and it was nearly 1 am before the final girl departed.
Next morning I reported the incident to Matron, and then to the Deputy Head. She was extremely concerned and said that she would get to the bottom of it, and expel the girls if the case was serious enough. Sunday seemed very quiet after the excitement of the previous day!
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Mon Jan 23, 2017 9:22 pm