Bent for the Cane: five schoolgirl spanking tales

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For serious or repeated misconduct we were caned, either by our form master or by the headmaster. I was caned six times at King's. On the last and most memorable occasion I got eight strokes off the headmaster, who was known as "God" because of his divine and omnipotent manner. This occurred on the last day of the second term in my Lower Sixth year, when I was 17 years old. My offence was failure to attend the annual Founders' Day service in a local church. Caned for not going to church? That sounds outrageous. And – just to do away with that old fairy-tail spread by he rattan cane makers: Bamboo will not split if you keep it out of the sun and inside the house.

On the other hand, many of our friends were in awe of Mum – she was certainly viewed as one of the strictest parents, possibly the strictest, in our little circle because she had actually gone to the trouble of buying a proper school cane (it had the familiar crook handle) and keeping it for her boys’ bottoms. Most of our friends got more homely, makeshift items such as the slipper and wooden spoon from their parents when they misbehaved. I’d told Katie I was going to give her 18 strokes, but I let her choose the cane, giving her a measure of control over the severity of the caning. She dithered for a while, just as I would have done, then chose a serious implement, long and straight; exactly the type of cane Elita might beat me with.I took some PVC tubing I had in the garage and measured it to be just a little shorter than the cane. Then I used PVC glue to glue a PVC cap onto one end. After it dried, I just filled up the pipe with water and insert the cane in the open end. It doesn’t take much water and most of the cane is completely submerged in water. After 12 hours, I pulled it out and yes, it was working. The cane was taking on water and becoming heavier and more evil by the hour. I did a chart to see at what point it would reach its saturation.

As long as bamboo is still yellow, it is fine. Greyish bamboo must be thrown away, but that will not happen in years if and when you keep your bamboos out of the sun. When it comes to bending over i like to bend over for self spanking and getting spanking from someone else. Our unique long-standing event - it happens just once a year - where we joyfully celebrate this English vice. However, when I was six and my big brother was eight, Mum must have decided that something a little more salutary was needed for when we were naughty boys, and she acquired a proper school cane (in fact she told us, when we were young men, that she bought two, just in case we decided to hide or break the ‘official’ implement – we never did, by the way!) I do own some very good rattans (not the sex-shop things we had bought at the outset; in the meantime we got ours from reputable cane makers, and Stef says he can “feel” very much the difference to our former sex-shop rattans very well…).I got caned once at school and I remember the deputy head (the head NEVER dished out canings at my school) lifting my blazer out of the way. This cane was a game changer and became the thing I feared most. It also made a few trips on vacation with us as it is a quiet implement. If I acted up during our vacation, even though we were in a hotel room, she would just have me grab a pillow to cry out into it and then the lashes would start landing. As my Wife may have mentioned in a post or two…I have always been one to try and push myself or test my limits. And so when I had read on a few spankings blogs that the cane was extremely painful, I thought, why not? Let’s see what that’s all about. Thoughts of my hot wife, role playing as a teacher holding an old school rattan cane, instantly excited me. The Dom part of a me has a streak of sadism that would have been quite happy to hurt Katie some more, but her trust in me is such a beautiful thing that I would rather disappoint her by ending the caning early than risk betraying that trust.

I passed the 11-plus and went off to King's School in September 1963. I was two months short of my 12th birthday. King's was an old-fashioned boys' grammar school in the pleasant town of Macclesfield in East Cheshire. The school had been founded in the 16th century by Edward VI; hence the name.

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Do you consider some gentle pleading and batted eye lashes to be resisting? ... asking for a friend... ? The cane didn’t need to be used often and indeed corporal punishment stopped altogether by the time we were about 12 or 13, but every time we were taken to Mum’s room to bare our bottoms, we were taught a valuable lesson by that deceptively innocuous length of rattan. Really no need to be sorry. There was not really such an awful lot of wisdom that I was attempting to add anyway, and I did not expect an answer at all.