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Adult School Caning
As told by Diane Cummings

This story is as true as I can verify in as much as Mrs. Diane Cummings relates it to me
and swears it actually happened on May 11th 1999 at 5:30p.m. There were two other
witnesses (or sufferers) other than the school governors present, head teacher and deputy
head teacher. The tale starts like this… Diane, who teaches maths, is a mature lady
schoolteacher aged 42 with a nice 38-28-36 figure. She has brown hair neatly cut in a
bob, hazel eyes and is usually seen wearing a straight blue skirt, white or cream blouse,
tan tights and black medium high heeled shoes. She tells me that her usual underwear is
cotton or nylon panties and tights but occasionally she wears a suspender belt and
stockings but this is when she is 'going' somewhere as she put it.
Diane admits to liking a drink and sometimes has a little too much, especially at weekends
when she has been to a 'club' or had a night out with friends. This 'vice' as she says
often leaves her with a hangover the next day but usually the next day is a Sunday and not
a workday.
Anyway, Diane's drinking is not exactly what got her and another colleague into hot water
on May 11th. Geraldine is an NQT (newly qualified teacher) aged 27 and teaches geography.
She arrived at Maybank Independent Girls School in September '98 and quickly settled in.
The staff room is a friendly place and often used for social events after the school has
finished. Geraldine, several other NQTs and regular staff regularly met on a Friday for a
'social' drink and then went to their respective abodes.
Diane suggested, on this particular Friday (7th May), that she and Geraldine visit a club
later to celebrate Gelaldine's birthday on the Sunday. So after the evening's social
drinks at school, the two ladies went to a nightclub. They had a great time there and
arrived back at Diane's house in the early hours of Saturday morning. After sleeping 'it'
off Geraldine went back to her flat.
Later that day she called Diane and asked her round to her flat. Around 8 o'clock she
joined more of Geraldine's ex-college chums for further celebrations. She 'partied' again
until the small hours; apparently both never got to their beds until 7 o'clock Sunday.
When Diane woke up Sunday evening she had a hangover that was the mother of all hangovers.
She said that she was sick and felt really ill. She called Geraldine who told her she
felt similar. Being the more mature of the two she told Geraldine not to bother to go
into school on Monday and she would cover for her and say that she felt ill because of
something she ate.
>From here I shall let Diane herself tell you about the circumstances and actions that got
the two of them painful bottoms.
Monday morning came and I felt quite ill but managed to get to work only to embarrass
myself by spewing up in the entrance lobby. Mrs. Wells, my Headteacher, sent me home and
arranged for my classes to be taken by a supply teacher. Later that day, Monday May 10th,
I decided to visit Geraldine to see how she was and got in my car and drove to her flat.
We had coffee and discussed the weekend's drinking amongst other subjects and around
lunchtime we decided to go to the local shopping mall for some fresh air and to do a bit
of shopping. Now I wish I hadn't suggested going out because this was our downfall!
Coming out of Boot's Chemist I spotted Mrs. Greenstone, one of the school's parent
governors, and quickly dragged Geraldine back into the shop. Not expecting me to do this
Geraldine let out a yell that I rapidly muffled by placing my hand over her mouth. Mrs.
Greenstone turned and caught sight of me. I watched Mrs. Greenstone glance at her watch
and then walk off. I explained to Geraldine why I tried to stop her leaving the shop and
added that Mrs. Greenstone probably wouldn't say anything and if she did it was our word
against hers.
Tuesday morning came and we both arrived in good time for the days work and went to the
staff room to collect the general 'rubbish' from our pigeonholes. Amongst the papers, one
of which reminded members of staff about the staff meeting that day and the teacher
governors about the 'governor's meeting' that followed, was a sealed envelope addressed to
me in a formal manner. I was typed Mrs. Diane Cummings and obviously came from Mrs.
Wells, the Headteacher. I quickly opened it and found that she wanted to see me in her
room after morning assembly. At 09:15 I and went to Mrs. Wells' office only to find
Geraldine standing there also. She told me about the letter in her pigeonhole and as she
was doing so another member of staff turned, Mrs. Susan Kemp from the English department,
up carrying a similar envelope.
I asked if Geraldine had pressed the doorbell and she shook her head as if to say "no" so
I reached out and rang the bell and waited for the signal to enter. After about five
minutes the green light flashed on and we all entered the room; I felt like a little girl
who was going to be told off. Mrs. Wells told us that she wanted us all to stay on after
the evenings staff meeting as the governors would like to discuss a few things and would
be interested to hear further comments from the three of us. Nothing was said about being
seen at the shopping mall and having no idea why Susan was there I, myself, and obviously
Geraldine also felt relived and be all left.
Geraldine asked me what she thought it was all about and I replied that it probably
something to do with her being an NQT and with Susan and myself it must be about the new
curriculum sets for the upper school exam classes.
The rest of the day went as usual and after tea and biscuits the staff meeting passed
without anything dramatic being discussed except for the usual crap. As our colleagues
were leaving I soon found myself, Geraldine and Susan Kemp to be the only people left.
"Come on," I said to the other two "let's get this over with then we can all go home."
Geraldine came over to me smiling but Susan seemed reluctant to get up. She looked very
worried and seemed to almost in tears. I asked her if anything was wrong and she quickly
stood up and said that she didn't like going to the head's study without knowing what for.
I said that it was probably nothing and as I didn't know why she wanted to see me there
was nothing to worry about - how wrong can you be?
When we got to the heads office we were shown into her secretary's office which is next
door and separated from the head's room by a corridor or passage way about 10 foot long.
This passage had an oak panelled wooden door at both ends that matched the décor of both
rooms. We sat in almost total silence looking at each other, waiting for each other to
say something. I noticed that Sue was becoming more anxious as each minute passed and I
was just about to speak when the door opened and Kathy, the head's secretary, called
Susan. Actually she said, "Mrs. Kemp… Mrs Wells and the Governors would like to see you.
Please come this way."
I turned to Geraldine and said, "That's a bit formal, don't you think?" Geraldine replied
that it's probably because it's a formal meeting or something. I agreed and relaxed a bit
glancing around the room, looking at the pictures and other bits and pieces you don't
normally see when 'popping in'.
About ten to fifteen minutes later Kathy opened the door again and said they wouldn't be
long. I asked where Sue was and Kathy said she was still talking to the governors. A few
minutes later Kathy opened the door again and asked us to go through to Mrs. Well's
office. I followed Kathy and Geraldine into the head's office.
When we arrived I looked around and saw the large table that was usually against the far
wall occupied by the head, an empty chair - probably for Kathy, Mrs Clarkson - a deputy
head, Mrs Joan Gregson - the chair of Governors, Mr. Williams - Mr. Loveday - Mr. Richards
and Mrs Johnston -all governors and last but not least the old crow who saw me and
Geraldine at the mall, Mrs. Greenstone - a parent governor.
Standing by the head's desk was Susan Kemp. She was looking at the floor with her hands
behind her back and her feet slightly apart. I wondered what was wrong but I couldn't
stop wondering why she was in such a 'pose'. She looked just as if she was a third year
girl who had been severely reprimanded. Kathy told us both to stand in the centre of the
room and face the table.
We didn't have to wait long before Mrs. Wells, the head, stood up and looked straight at
me and said, "Mrs Diane Greenstone, yesterday you were seen out shopping at the mall after
I sent you home for being un-well. Why were you able to go out and not attend to you
duties here?" I started to explain that I went round to Geraldine's flat to see how she
was and was cut short by the head saying, "Be quiet Mrs. Cummings. Please don't lie to me
- Geraldine Cook, why were you away from school on Monday?"
Geraldine gasped and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry Mrs Wells, it was my birthday on Sunday
and I had too much to drink, Diane - I mean Mrs. Cummings looked after me and said it
would be alright to stay away as she would sort it out - I'm very sorry." I could feel
myself going very red in the face as Mrs Wells looked back at me and said, "Oh! So now you
have the authority to give people leave to stay away?"
"No Linda I just thought it was best if Geraldine got herself better."
"Don't call me Linda Mrs Cummings, you will address me as Mrs Wells, Ma'am or even Miss
but not Linda here. This, in case you haven't realized is the Governor's disciplinary
committee."
Sarcastically I replied, "Sorreee!"
"You should know better by now Mrs Cummings. Let me read a list from our records about
your conduct of late. We will take this from January, late to school five times, missing
from duty area twelve times, smelling of alcohol after dinner on three occasions and now
off sick on Monday and seen enjoying yourself with our Miss Cook here."
I hung my head in shame. I began to feel like a little girl being told off and then
realized that was just how Susan Kemp looked over by the desk. I looked over to her and
saw that she had not moved and was still standing with her feet apart, her hands behind
her back and her eyes glued to the floor.
Mrs. Wells told me to stand next to Susan and I found myself taking almost the same
stance. I looked up at Geraldine who was still standing in the centre of the room; she
was almost in tears.
Mrs. Wells went back to the table and sat down. Mrs Gregson then stood up and told
Geraldine to join Susan and me at the desk. When she arrived we all stood upright and
faced Mrs. Gregson. She started to make a speech about tardiness and being role models
for the girls in the school and then she said something that I didn't think I was hearing.
"… and in those days we didn't have any problems with staff or pupils. However, corporal
punishment is and has always been an option that we reserved and being a private school we
can use the stick on our pupils with their parent's consent. It has been at least six
years since a girl was caned here at Maybank Independent Girls School but as Mrs. Kemp
will verify later, we do give staff several options as punishment for their erroneous
ways. The general options are being asked to resign, one, two or three weeks without pay,
demotion on the pay scale by one or two points or dismissal. Mrs. Kemp has probably
already made her decision but you two will have to decide later this evening."
I looked at Susan who was turning very red in the face at Mrs. Gregson's words but was
very soon brought back to 'earth' by Mrs. Gregson continuing, "In your case Mrs Cummings
the governors have decided that your punishment will be the loss of two pay points for six
months and for you Miss. Cook two weeks loss of pay. Ladies there is another choice for
you but let me tell you that should you decide on the alternative it is I who arranges it
and there is no opting out once you have agreed and signed the contract. I will explain
it all to you later. Mrs Kemp, please take Mrs. Cummings and Miss Cook into my
secretary's office."
We went to Kathy's office via the dark corridor and sat in the chairs provided for
visitors. Sue asked us if we knew about the other option the head referred to and we both
shook our heads to say "No." "You wouldn't believe me if I described it to you but just
think about her little speech in there and you will soon cotton on!"
"You aren't saying that she will give us the cane, that's a joke! I won't have it. They
can't force me to be treated like a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl. No way!" I replied to
Sue's suggestion.
"Just think about it, that's all I said Diane. Think about it!"
Geraldine, who hadn't said anything yet spoke up, "I've never been spanked or caned in my
life. Surely they wouldn't hit me; would they?"
Before Sue or I could answer we heard footsteps along the connecting passage. The door
opened and in came Mrs. Wells followed by Mrs. Johnston and Mary Clarkson, the deputy
head. We stood up and waited for Kathy to close the door. Mrs. Wells looked at the three
of us and said, "Mrs Kemp has probably decided to take alternative punishment, as she
always does, and there are enough of us here so I will do it out now."
She turned to Geraldine and me and told us that we could watch the proceedings and make
our decision afterwards or we could go to the staff room and return to have it all
explained. We said we would stay but only if Mrs. Kemp agreed.
"Well Mrs. Kemp they can stay and watch?" Sue bowed her head and softly replied, "Of
course Mrs. Wells I haven't got much option have I - really?"
Kathy went to her filing cabinet and pulled out several sheets of A4 paper, counted them
and came back to where we were. Mrs. Wells turned, opened the passage door again and went
back to her office followed by Susan, Kathy, Mrs. Johnston, Mary, Geraldine and myself.
By this time my tummy felt 'wobbly' and I was trembling a little through not knowing what
to expect.
The head's office was almost the same as when we had left it except the large table was
back against the wall. I stood against the open door with Geraldine next to me while Sue
went over to the desk. Kathy placed two sheets of paper in front of her and handed her a
pen that she used to sign both sheets. Kathy handed one back to Sue who folded it and put
it in her handbag.
Mrs. Wells turned to Geraldine and me and said; "I have decided that Mrs Kemp will have
eight strokes of the cane across her bare bottom. This punishment is given in place of
any other suggested and will be doubled if there is a repeat offence within three months.
Do you two understand?"
Almost in unison we spluttered, "Yes Mrs Wells." I added, "Eh! Excuse me but what did
Sue do to warrant a beating." She didn't take too kindly to my remark because she turned
and frowned. I wondered if she would cane any harder if I upset her.
"You know we don't allow smoking in the school building. Mrs. Kemp was caught, for the
second time this month, smoking in her classroom after lessons but it is where the girls
can see her."
Kathy went to the head's desk and got some keys from the drawer that she used to unlock a
tall cupboard. She reached in and brought out a bamboo cane with a curved handle, just
like ones in comic books and old photographs; I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing.
It was about three feet long and about 3/8" thick at the tip and almost ½" thick at the
handle. My knees were wobbly and my stomach was churning as I watched her hand it to the
head. Mrs. Wells took it and held the tip in her left hand and the handle in her right
and bent the cane in a semi-circle to show us how supple it was.
Kathy removed one of the chairs from the heads dining table and placed it in the centre of
the room. She then went over to Susan and quietly said to her to her, "Susan, come and
place yourself across Linda's table. This will be you third caning so you know what is
expected."
Susan was led over to the table. This surprised me because I assumed she would be bent
over the chair. She leaned over the table and grabbed hold of the far edge. As she laid
on the tabletop her knees bent and her skirt pulled tight. I heard Kathy fumbling with
something behind me and when I turned to see what she was doing I saw she had a camera.
"You're not taking pictures of this, are you?" I asked.
Mrs. Wells said, "I always keep a photographic record, one for you and one for me. The
photographs are kept with your consent form so there can be no dispute later."
I was trembling as I watched the head lift up Susan's skirt and slip and place it over her
back. She got a little annoyed because her skirt kept falling back so she went and got a
clothes peg from her drawer. She again lifted Sue's skirt and slip and put the peg on
them to hold the skirt to the waistband. Susan was now standing wearing only tights and
knickers, waiting to be caned like a naughty schoolgirl only she wasn't a schoolgirl. She
was, like me, a mature lady in her forties. Mrs. Wells handed Mrs. Gregson the cane and
then went back to Sue and pulled her tights and pants down leaving her nothing to protect
her modesty, or her bottom.
Mrs. Gregson went over to Susan and placed the cane across her bottom cheeks. She raised
her arm above her head and brought the cane whistling down in an arc hitting Susan's
backside horizontally across both cheeks. I was astonished! Susan jerked a little and
let out a soft gasp but stayed in position. Mrs. Gregson seemed to be waiting something
but as Sue didn't move she brought the cane down three more times across her bottom. Each
time Sue jerked and whimpered a little and she rubbed a tear from her eye with the back of
her right hand. Mrs. Gregson waited a bit and then placed two more strokes low on Sue's
bottom, one slicing into her right thigh. I was mesmerised as I watched the red weals
start to form across her cheeks and right thigh. Susan didn't move, except to flay her
legs occasionally, until the final two strokes had landed and Mrs Wells told her she could
stand up and get dressed.
Sue slowly stood up and rubbed her bottom with both hands before pulling her knickers and
tights up. Her slip and skirt fell back into place as soon as she stood up and removed
the peg. She got a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her face and turned to me and
whispered, "I know it looks very painful but it soon goes away. If this is your first
time relax and be brave for Geraldine's sake. I'll wait for you."
"Mrs. Cummings." The head's voice surprised me a little, "Have you decided yet?" I heard
myself saying rather sheepishly, "I'll take the cane please Mrs. Wells."
"Come over here then and sign this agreement and then over the chair please. I want to
sting your tender backside and I need your skin tight for that." I didn't read the form I
was signing but I do remember something about accepting corporal punishment of my own free
will and accepting any amount or sessions without question. After I had put my signature
on the form Kathy quickly took the top copy away and placed it in a folder with Sue's. I
began to worry about what I had done as I looked at Sue crying and sniffing by the large
table.
I went over to the chair and stood away from the back and reached over to grasp the seat
as Kathy told me to. Mrs Wells came behind me and tried to lift my skirt but as it was a
tight straight one she didn't have much luck. "Stand up and remove your skirt and
anything you might have on under it please." I found myself dazed standing there undoing
the waist clip and unzipping my skirt; it felt as if I was dreaming but I knew I wasn't.
I stepped out of my skirt and as I wasn't wearing anything else except for my tights and
panties I folded it and put it on the desk. I felt very naked as I went back to the chair
and leaned over the backrest. Mrs. Wells grabbed the waistband of my tights and yanked
them down to my knees. Unfortunately, my knickers also went with them leaving my bottom
bare. I reached behind to pull them up only to get whacked across my hand with the cane.
"Leave them Mrs Cummings. They will offer you no protection and you are wasting time.
Oh! By the way, I am going to give you eight strokes, the same as Mrs. Kemp." I couldn't
believe what was happening to me, a 42-year-old mother of two girls, half naked and about
to be caned. I had never felt the pain of a cane across my bottom although Jim, when I
was married, used to slap me occasionally and that stung a little - I didn't know what to
expect next but my questions were quickly answered when I felt the first stroke land. A
sharp searing pain shot through my bottom causing me to jump up and grab both cheeks with
my hands. I let out a scream and shouted, "Oh! Shit. That fucking hurt you bitch!"
Mrs Wells came over to me and announced that for standing up and swearing I was going to
get four extra strokes. I said, "That will make twelve in all. That's not right. You
sadistic bitch!"
"You agreed to take the cane as punishment so you must abide by the rules. That is why
Mrs. Kemp never stood up."
I placed myself back over the chair and took the next five strokes without moving except
for the jerk that each burning strike caused. After six my bottom was very sore and
painful but I stayed in position waiting for the next six as promised. "Stand up Diane,
Get dressed and stand by the desk, we'll carry on after we have dealt with Geraldine.
Raise your skirt and drop your tights Geraldine and lean against the wall. Stand about
three feet away please and lean forward." Geraldine approached the chair lifting her
skirt as she went. "Not over the chair girl, just bend over and touch wall I said."
Geraldine stopped dead and lifted her skirt, pulled down her tights and bent over placing
her hands against the wall. Mrs. Gregson went over and laid a hard, stinging cut across
Geraldine's bottom and she yelled. As it landed Geraldine jumped up and rubbed her bottom
but quickly bent forward again for the next stroke. The head never said anything to her
about standing up but then she did get down for the next stroke quickly. After the four
strokes Geraldine was crying and rubbing her backside like there was no tomorrow but now,
it was my turn again and I wasn't relishing it.
My backside was hurting like mad and I could feel the stripes forming across both cheeks;
I didn't want any more but I had to accept it otherwise what would Susan and Geraldine
think. Other members of staff must know about this procedure and if word got out I
couldn't take it I might have well resigned.
The head called me over to where she was standing next to the chair. I shuffled across
the room with my bottom aching with each step but I wasn't going to let the bitch see it
bothered me; I dare not say anything just in case I was 'awarded' more cane strokes.
"Slightly different for the next six Diane. I want you to return here after school on
Friday for the rest of your punishment. I think twelve strokes of the cane in one go is
too much for you now."
Susan didn't live very far from the school so Geraldine and myself walked home with her.
I couldn't concentrate on driving and I didn't want to sit down just yet either. Sue
poured out a brandy for the three of us and we sipped it, slowly. I know the pain in my
backside was beginning to fade slightly but I knew the marks would be there for some time,
and I was to get another dose on Friday.
"Does she usually space out canings Sue?"
"She has done for me once, the second time she caned me. I got six from Linda on a Monday
and another six from Mary after school on the Friday. It was very humiliating because she
announced what she was going to do at the social time in the staff room and asked if
anybody wanted to witness it."
"Nobody did, did they?"
"Yes they did. I had seven people there to see me yell my head off - all women, no men
but I bet she wouldn't have stopped them if they wanted to watch. Her excuse would be
they are staff so they are entitled to watch."
"Do the blokes get caned too?" I asked.
"I think it has happened in the past but not lately - to my knowledge anyway."
Sue got up from the soft armchair and announced that her bottom was still hurting. She
took off her skirt and pulled her top over her head. She then kicked off her shoes and
pulled off her tights. Turning round and looking over her shoulder she eased her pants
down and said, "Look Diane, eight stripes and there are at least two crossing, I bet.
That Mrs. Gregson can certainly hit hard. Will you rub some lotion over my bum please -
I'll do you too if you like - strip off, you too Geraldine."
Geraldine quickly slipped out of her tights and knickers saying, "That feels better, my
arse feel like its on fire." She raised her skirt to show us. There were four neat,
almost parallel, red weals across her bottom. As my bottom was very painful I did the
same and took off my skirt, knickers and tights. The cool air felt good and when Sue
rubbed Oil of Ulay over my backside it felt even better.
"I know this sounds silly," announced Geraldine "but, I feel as though I want to be caned
again. I wish John was here now I could do with some sex!"
"It's not silly Geraldine," said Sue, "I found that the excitement of getting caned, and
the short pain was worth it. I don't like it when I am waiting for days to be caned but
after it's all over I feel great and believe me sex is better - not always, but generally.
So if you want John call him, the phone is over there."

Friday 14th
I felt like phoning in sick when I woke up but I knew it would not affect my punishment,
it would simply be postponed or doubled; knowing the head. I decided to wear a plain
dress to school but I had the hell of a job trying to decide on my underwear. I mustn't
wear my Marks and Sparks - too common so I chose my second best. Not too skimpy nylon
knickers - must look nice even though I'll have to take them off and a new pair of tan
tights. Three inch heeled shoes completed my ensemble so I grabbed my jacket, bag and
brief case and drove very apprehensively to work.
As I entered school Mrs. Wells said, "Good morning Diane, everything alright I hope - I'll
see you later about tonight. Ok!"
I thought "Shit!" My tummy turned over and my knees went weak. What was happening? I
had to carry on as nothing was wrong and teach classes and chat to colleagues about the
price of eggs and whatever, god knows how I'm going to manage.
After school I went to the social session half expecting the head to announce that she was
going to punish me and ask for witnesses but she didn't. Instead she asked, "Will you all
excuse me? Mrs Cummings and I have to discuss something. Eh! Don't go, drink up and have
a nice weekend."
I slipped out the back door of the staff room whilst Mrs. Wells went out the main door.
As I went to go down the stairs Geraldine came up to me and put her hand in mine and said,
"Come on, I've come to support you. Let's show her we can take it."
Geraldine and I arrived at Mrs. Wells office and the door was ajar. I pushed it open a
littler further and Linda shouted out, "Come on in Diane, I've been expecting you." When
she saw Geraldine she added, "What have you come for young lady? One caning not enough?"
"I've come to support Diane, Eh! Mrs Cummings if that's alright?"
"Of course it is dear, come in."
The cane was lying across the head's desk along with the paper I had previously signed. I
couldn't stop staring at it. "Mesmerising isn't it Diane. Knowing it will soon be
meeting you backside. By the way, how is you bottom today?"
"It's still got the stripes from Monday Mrs. Wells but other than that I'm alright."
"Good, good. Close the door please Geraldine. Diane, take off your dress and tights
please." Like a robot I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress, pulled it from my
shoulders and stepped out of it. I laid it over the dining table that Sue was caned over
and stepped out of my shoes placing them neatly at the side of the table. Slipping my
thumbs into the waistband of my tights I carefully slid them down and rolled them off each
leg in turn then placed them by my dress.
I was very embarrassed standing there in my cream bra and matching knickers but there was
nothing I could do about it. Geraldine stared at me and rubbed her backside a few times.
"Diane, I am going to give you six hard strokes of this cane," She reached out and picked
the cane up from the desk, "and believe me you will feel it. I am not going to allow you
to swear at a governor of this school and get away with it - get a chair out from the
table."
I placed the chair in the centre of the floor and waited for further orders. "Stand with
you feet apart and bend over the chair. Hold the front edge and don't move until I tell
you to; understand?"
I put my feet about eighteen inches apart as instructed and I felt my skin pull tight as I
bent over the chair back. I realized that my legs were now wide enough for my fanny to
show as I bent over but what the heck, I thought - I still had my knickers on.
When I reached across I knew that my bottom was going to be stinging soon and I started to
cry. I wiped my eyes with a handkerchief that Geraldine handed me and Mrs. Wells said,
"You haven't felt anything yet but you've started to cry so soon." She added, "You know
what you got last time for standing up and swearing so unless you like extra pain I
suggest you stay where you are."
I can remember glancing round at her and saying with an apologetic whine, "Yes Mrs. Wells
I promise I won't move." I then heard a swish and a crack as the cane slashed into my
left cheek and curled round to sting the right one. It was all I could do to stay put but
somehow I managed it. The second stroke came and then the third which hit me across the
top of my thigh; I let out a scream and kicked my leg in the air only to over balance and
fall on the floor. I was crying my eyes out and rubbing my bottom as I picked the chair
up and bent over it again. I said, "Sorry Mrs. Wells… It was an accident." She didn't
say anything; she just stood there and looked at me in disgust! I waited for what seemed
an eternity then the last three strokes came in quick succession adding more pain and
stripes to my already very sore backside. I was really crying and sobbing but I just
stayed bent over the chairs until I was told to get dressed. It was a relief when she
told me to stand up and put my tights, knickers and dress back on.
I quickly got dressed again and then said, "Thank you Mrs. Wells. I deserved that for my
behaviour."
I looked at Geraldine who had a slight grin after watching my ordeal. Linda also saw the
smirk on Geraldine's face and said, "So you think it is funny, do you?" But before
Geraldine could answer Linda grabbed her arm and dragged her to the chair. "Bend over
that chair. I'll show you what is funny."
Geraldine bent over the chair and appeared to be sticking her bottom out making the skin
tighter. Linda lifted her skirt and rolled it into the waistband so it would stay where
it was. I realized that Geraldine wanted to be caned but Linda didn't know that. Without
anything else being said Linda swung the cane six times across Geraldine's pants and six
times she yelped but never once stood up.
"I expect you in school everyday from now on without fail or I will personally see to it
that you are dealt with more embarrassingly on a Friday." We looked at each other
guessing what she meant was that we would get the cane in front of the staff after school.
"You would let us keep our skirts on for that, wouldn't you?" Geraldine said. I replied,
"Not if it was only women present.
Linda told us, she caned Mrs. Catchpole at the end of the spring term last year; you two
were on the trip to Disney-World Paris. She had to strip to her bra and pants for her
caning. She got eight for not turning up at the parent's evening nor for turning up at
the head's office to explain herself."
Geraldine said, "Why do you put up with the humiliation and pain." Sue's response was
dead accurate, "As an NQT you get about eighteen grand a year here. In a state school you
might get thirteen. Diane and me get over thirty-three grand and we wouldn't get that in
a state school. That's why we accept the punishments and I know that all the staff here,
including Kathy, has felt that cane across their bottoms. Look it went on when the old
head was here, Miss Spencer, and Mrs. Wells was the deputy and we knew that Spencer caned
both Kathy and Linda during her reign so we accept it because of the job and money."

©Steven Walsh 1999 (GW Publishing)
Adapted from a true story by Diane Cummings.

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