When I was in college, I dated a girl I really liked. She was still living at home and she had a strict curfew and she told me her mom would spank her if we returned after her curfew.

I didn't mean to be several times I did bring her home after her curfew. So when that happened, I did volunteer to take her spanking.

Her mom, who was cooking dinner the moment we reached home,  explained to me that it would be a very painful spanking. Then I was bent over the kitchen counter and my girlfriend held my arms down on one side while her mom lowered my pants and underwear.

I was spanked with large kitchen wooden spoons and even a bread board. My bottom ended very red and sore. Anyway I continued dating the girl and I was spanked many more times for bringing her home after her curfew.

Her mom liked that I was willing to be spanked instead of her daughter.

I have forgotten why we broke up, but it was an interesting experience for me.

I was spanked by my mom, my older sister and my female school teachers growing up. But I did feel it was my fault bringing her home after her curfew, so I was willing to take the consequences.

When the headmistress caught Mark and me smoking, she was furious.

She gave Mark a dozen cuts with the cane. I know because I was standing  just outside of her office. I heard every stoke and Mark's reactions.

 Afterwards she made us both sit in detention and write lines. My line was:

"Girls who smoke must sit in detention".

Mark's line was:

"Boys who smoke receive the cane and must sit in detention".

 We both had to write it 300 times, so I think it was pretty fair, don't you think?

A cane should be in every woman’s arsenal.

No matter how many years I have been working as a teacher in this school.

I still get astonished whenever I see a boy from the last year class getting out of the Headmistress' study hobbling, grabbing his bottom cheeks and crying like a baby.

I wonder how that old woman manages to cane so hard as she does!

I should ask her for some caning lessons before she gets retired.

Now that the new term begins after summer vacations you cannot wait to tell your lads about the day you found the Art’s teacher taking photos with her boyfriend at the same beach you were spending the day with your family. 

She looked stunning and in spite the time you spent ogling at her you thought she had not noticed you.

However, reading your only name on the first report for detention of the term, has to have an explanation and being her the teacher who has reported you without even having had your first lesson with her, makes you clearly work out one.

Who knows, hopefully after the summer break, the Headmistress has lost a bit of her swing with the cane after a few months without practice!

“Right who is going to be first to learn lines in my detentions may not always be on a piece of paper!”

I was sent to the teacher on duty during the break-time by the head-girl.

She accused me of getting the playground dirty when the real fact was that the apple I was eating dropped from my hands. Before I had time to pick it up and to put it in the litter bin she was close to me giving me a report flyer.

When I saw that the teacher on duty was one of the trainee ones, I felt some relief. Usually young teachers are much more lenient than the elder ones and they don't use the cane very skillfully.

I handed the flyer to her, but she simply placed it between the pages of the book she was reading as a bookmark, without even reading it and exclaimed:

- At last my fisrt opportunity to use the cane! What's your name lucky boy?

- My name is Johnson, miss.

- Johnson, I will remember that. Which is your class?

- Class 4A, miss.

- Well, let's march inside the building. Ask the headmistress' secretary for the cane. I will wait for you in your classroom.

At that point I started to feel a bit of fear about she being so enthusiastic about my punishment!

I am very disappointed in you two, girls. I am used to the boys trying to break the rules but seeing two exemplary girls going out the borders with two of them during the break-time is really a novelty in this school.

It's obvious that the boys are going to receive a serious caning but you girls, are not going to get away without punishment either.

So girls, both of you will have to stay here in the detention room while I cane the boys and you all, boys and girls, will receive a grupal punishment too.

First time in the morning I want over my desk a thousand lines from you all. You better write down the line to be copied:

"It is completely forbidden for all the pupils to go out the borders of the school during the lessons time"

The lines will be fairly distributed among you all. That means that every girl will copy it a hundred lines and the boys will write four hundred times the line, each.

Understood?

Good afternoon, Johnson. Welcome to my office.

I have read your file and I see this is your first detention session. That's a quite unusual fact for a pupil on his third year of the secondary school and it means that you are usually a well behaved boy so I intend to keep you on the right side by showing you that catching three demerits during the term is a mistake that you shouldn't repeat again. So let's start this memorable session. While I make myself a bit more comfortable taking my blazer off please put a chair in the middle of the room, drop your trousers and pants and bend over the back of the chair. I have to confess that I was a bit tempted to be easy on you because of your good file but I have decided that I will better show you my most stern side in order to scare you enough to ensure that you will do your best to avoid any other disciplinary visit to this office in the future.

I bet that a dozen cane strokes of the best as your first corporal punishment experience, will work it out.

After some years attending at the same school you were able to read the teacher's gestures the same way that if they were members of your own family.

For instance, if Miss Pickman called you while rubbing her hands you perfectly knew that she was to slap your face as soon as you were standing in front of her. You knew she was going to slap you hard.

In spite of that certainty, you had to walk resignedly towards her without complain.

I have been sent by the head-girl to visit the teacher on duty during the playtime.

She has accused me to kick the ball which impacted on her big bottom while we the boys were playing our football game. It’s obvious she didn’t see who the kicker was but she wanted revenge and she had to choose a culprit. I was nearest player to her so…

I walked relaxed towards the administration building; I was playing as the goalkeeper so no one was going to believe that I had kicked the ball which hit the head-girl.

My mood started to change when explaining the situation to Miss Wayne and I started to notice some skepticism on her face. Then, she sternly interrupted me:

I have not any idea of how to play football nor what kind of player you were Johnson, but if the head-girl sends you to be punished, you will be punished. Period!

So march inside and ask the Headmistress’ secretary for the cane. I will wait for you in my office.

I had never believed my friend Ronald about the strictness of her mother.

I thought that our Headmistress at school, followed closely by my own mom were for sure the two most serious disciplinarians in the world.

We usually went to Ronald’s house to do our homework after our lessons and I had always considered her mother like a nice and friendly woman with a great sense of humor.

It had always being like that until that day when we were a bit out of line making noise while doing our “homework” and she promptly opened Ronald’s room door to discover that what we were really doing was playing cards!

She did not even call my mum asking for permission to punish me.

Without any word she fetched a cane from Ronald’s cupboard she delivered a harsh dozen strokes on the bare to each one of us.

Ronald took his punishment in the first place while I witnessed it. Looking at it I started to notice that her mother was a skilled caner. After my turn I can confirm that Ronald’s mother is the hardest caner I have had ever met.

I sported painful stripes for almost two weeks!

I never misbehaved again at Ronald's place since that day and her mother did not look like being so nice either.

I still remember that neighbour who studied to be a teacher that my parents used to hire to babysit me, even when I was a teenager.

It was part of the typical arrangement. My parents were able to go out for dinner and some fun without any remorse of letting their son alone and she got some pocket money.

I have many memories of her.

First of all, it was quite obvious that my father had a crush on her and she got generous tips from him every evening she was called. On the other hand, as a student to be a teacher, my mum considered her a lot because of her strictness. She had given her authority to punish me in any way she felt proper and she even showed her the cupboard where the cane of the house was kept in.

As soon as my parents left she usually made herself as comfy as possible at home. She did not pay too much attention to me but she always set two conditions.

If she felt disturbed by my behaviour, the first warning was to be made with a painful slippering.

Any second disruption meant be getting six of the best with the cane and to be sent to bed immediately. I don't know if she learnt to use the cane at college but in spite of her youth, she was very skilled caner. It really hurt for days!

You see, it is obvious that her work as babysitter was a real bargain but I still remember her with affection.

It's bad enough being punished. 

It's bad enough the humiliation of having to wait in the corridor  facing the wall, until the Headmistress shows up to punish you.

It's bad enough that this afternoon, the Headmistress seems to be busy and my punishment is going to be delivered by the young and beautiful deputy Headmistress who I have a crush on.

It's bad enough that the deputy Headmistressown a sarcastic sense of humour and enjoys putting me on shame by asking what am I doing in the corridor like that.

It's bad enough that I am being a smart-ass, my big mouth rreplies sooner than my head.

- You see Ma'am, just here looking for a proper place to plase a new window on this wall.

- Really? In that case I will leave you a while longer there while I go into my office to do some papers but just to be sure you don't stain the wall, put your hands over your head until I call you in. I will leave the door open to avoid you feeling tempted to let them go down. If I see you lowering your hands at any moment I will award you with six extra strokes of the cane besides the twelve strokes you have already gathered by now.

- Twelve, ma'am? It was supposed to be six!

- No, Johnson. Now, it's supposed to be eighteen, just for speaking whitout being asked to.

I did not make the same mistake again. That bitch kept me waiting for almost an hour and a half my arms hurt so bad keeping my hands over my head that at some moment I had to give them a break lowering my arms and she noticed it.

- That's 24 now, Johnson. Hands up, boy!

The corner time was so long and hard that when she called me into her office for my caning, I almost felt relieved. But even without her being such a harsh and skilled caner as the Headmistress is, twenty four strokes are too much to cope without shouting and crying like a baby.

However that long afternoon alone with the deputy Headmistress, made me even fall more in loved with her.

I don’t think it was casual. I am almost sure that Miss Walker was waiting in the corridor for me to get out of the Headmistress’ office after my punishment.

She had been the teacher who has ordered my punishment during her lesson in the morning and now before leaving the school, she wanted to see by her own the result of her creation. The worst part of it is that she looked like enjoying it. In spite of my efforts pretending to stand calmed and haughty when I passed in front of her, the tears in my eyes were perfectly noticeable, my way of walk was really clumsy and I could not stop to rub my sore bottom.

- Good afternoon, Miss Walker - Good afternoon, Johnson. It’s unusual to see you at the Administration building. I guess you have just paid the Headmistress the visit I booked for you in the morning. - Yes, Miss - Great. Was it a pleasurable one? - I am afraid not, Miss. She caned me - Really? How many strokes did you get? - Six, Miss. - Well, not too many then. Next time I should recommend a higher number for you. It does not look like six having a great impact on your attitude.

At that moment I could not but to burst in tears. - Wow, real tears! Well, maybe it has had more impact that I thought in the first place! With a wide smile in her face, those were her last words before leaving me alone in the corridor crying and leaning on the wall.