Caned in Front of the School

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Yes Miss," he replied breathlessly, taking the same small footsteps and only moving his hands once he was up against the edge of the desk and beginning to bend forward. Despite facing away from her, he could feel her eyes appraising his young, naked body, and sensed the frisson of a forbidden, shameful thrill, blending inextricably with what was rapidly becoming a very real anxiety. Wills, Lafleur, Goodwyn. I want you to witness what happens to those who don’t learn from their first visit here. Turn around and watch closely.”

He was in tears right after the second stroke. I was sure he felt not very grown up now. His bottom danced under my strokes, twice I had to remind him not to struggle. The threat of extra strokes made him comply. After the full eight strokes had been given, he lay sobbing over my desk, begging for forgiveness. He was a very sorry boy. Which was what he should be.There usually are a few pupils waiting in front of the office, waiting to be sent in by the school secretary. They know why they were sent here, and they know that punishment awaits…

It was walking a thin line, I knew. Normally, no teacher ever should interfere with how parents wanted to raise their children. But in some cases, i felt, I needed to. Not so funny, is it? A young man in his upper sixth year finding himself in this humiliating position."I was sniffing away tears as I reluctantly lowered my short grey trousers and placed them on the chair. My little bottom felt so vulnerable. Well, they will let you. I will give you a letter telling them so. And if they won’t, come to me at any time.”