As a boy, I attended a strict boarding school where corporal punishment was quite the normal consequence of misbehaviour. At Junior School, we were punished in class by spankings across our shorts, usually in front of the class. For serious classroom misbehaviour, we were reported to our Housemaster for punishment. Each Housemaster had his own methods, but always punished our bare bottoms. My Housemaster used a leather strap, giving anything between 6 and 20 strokes, with the boy across his knee. These punishments always reduced us to tears and left marks for several days. Very serious offences were dealt with by our Headmaster, who only used a large gym shoe. We were usually beaten across our shorts, being made to touch our toes in the centre of his room. Normally he gave 3 strokes for the first offence in a term and 6 for a second. As he used his full strength, most boys didn't return for a third time. Those who did, though, always wished they hadn't! One of my friends, Chris, had the misfortune to visit the head 3 times one term and told me what happened.... On being told to enter, Chris was given the usual lecture about his behaviour and then the Head told him icily that as a senior boy (he was nearly 13) he should be setting a good example and, as he had not, then he was to be made an example of! The next order rocked the boy on his heels. He was told to take down his shorts and pants, an order virtually unprecedented for Head's Punishment at this school. Very worried now, Chris did so and was told to bend over the arm of the large armchair. Once in position, Chris felt his shirt being pushed right up his back, and the Head's large hand rested on his lower back, keeping him position. The slipper then landed with great force on Chris' bare bottom, causing him to yell out. Never had he felt such pain. The next five strokes were just as hard and Chris says he yelled out at each one. We other boys knew this as his screams could be heard throughout the junior school! At the end of this very severe punishment, Chris was in floods of tears and his bottom really was black & blue for days. He never got another Head's Slippering, but did manage a few more visits to his Housemaster who used a tennis racket on bare bottoms and thighs to keep Chris and others in order. At the Senior School, we simply got the cane on our trousers, but Middle School was not much different from Junior. Masters could punish as they wished, within reason, and the vast majority preferred the gym shoe on bare bottoms. The French master was one such teacher. A fairly easy going chap, he nevertheless insisted on slippering boys who kicked over the traces. Any one reported for slippering had to do so in the afternoon and report in gym kit as an extra 'hassle'. We went inside and the normal lecture always followed. That over, we had to kneel on the seat of one chair, then bend right over it and then place our heads and hands on the seat of another chair with its back against the back of the one we were kneeling on. This brought our scantily clad bottoms very high in the air and also very taut- an ideal target for his gym shoe. The protection didn't last long, though, as the shorts were then slowly lowered by the master, who always punished bare. Then he would walk round to his desk and open a drawer to take out his huge gym slipper. he often slammed it down on the desk as he came back, causing us to jump and our bums to quiver in anticipation of what was about to come. Then came the barrage of very hard slaps. As we were now 13 or older, we could take the whackings better than when in Junior School, but even so these slaps were not light. We were never told how many slaps we were to get. This particular master gave either 4 or 6 slaps and you were expected to stay in position until told to rise. Any boy getting up before the end of his punishment was given extra strokes- to rise after 4 slaps, when 6 were intended, meant you got an extra 2, giving 8 in all. We always dreaded that awful gap after 4 strokes, hoping that was it, because we were always pushed to last the final two strokes without crying, older or not! If we did get the full 8, our bums were marked for days afterwards.
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