First day at school

Dear Mum

 I can hardly believe I’ve been at this new school for only one single day!  So much has happened, nearly all of it good but a few horrid things too.  I’ll start with the horrid ones so you don’t have to wait in suspense!

I know you told me that this school uses the cane, and Dad was expecting me to get a whacking as he always thinks I’m naughty, but I didn’t expect it would be on my very first day!

All I did was run down a corridor, but a boy in a prefect’s blazer stopped me, asked me my name and told me to come the prefect’s room after school at 4 o’clock.  When I got there, I found two boys and a girl waiting outside.  One of the boys asked what I had done.

“Nothing”, I said, “Just running down the corridor.”

“You’re lucky,” he replied, “That’s just two strokes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you’re new, aren’t you?  I thought I hadn’t seen you before.  Two strokes of the cane.  Who caught you?”

I said I didn’t know, a tall boy with short blond hair.

“Sounds like Jennings,” he said, “Could be worse.  At least he hits straight.  You’ll have a couple of nice stripes tonight though.”

Before I could ask him anything else, the door opened and the boy who I found was Jennings beckoned me in.

“As you’re new, we’ll do you first,” he said, “Don’t want you waiting outside and worrying.”

There were six prefects in the room, three girls and the same number of boys.  They were all wearing the special prefect’s blazers.  Right in front of me was a rack on the wall with a dozen or more crook-handled canes lined up.

Jennings took off his blazer and hung it up.  Then he rolled up his sleeves.  Then he took me by the arm and led me to a wooden block in the middle of the room with rails attached to it.  Shoe- shaped patches were fixed to the floor and he made me put my feet on them.

“Running in the corridor, two strokes,” he said briefly, “Bend over and grip the rail.”

I was feeling quite stunned, and really without thinking I did what he said.  Because of where my feet were, my legs were about a foot apart, and gripping the rail meant my bottom was stuck up in the air.  Then I felt my skirt being lifted.

“These are not school knickers,” Jennings said, “You are supposed to be caned on your school knickers.  Since these aren’t school knickers, I can’t cane you over them.  They’ll have to come down.  Well, they can come down anyway.”

And before I could do or say anything, he pulled down my knickers!  He didn’t pull them right down, just sort of tucked them under my bottom.  You never told me they would be caning my bare naked bottom!