My strict music and corporal punishment

I thought I'd put down of a few of my early experiences of discipline.

In 1971 I went to a secondary school where when discipline was called for the teachers believed in getting to bottom of things! So the boys were caned by the Head, and slippered by various teachers, whilst the girls didn't miss out as the Deputy Head, Mrs Watson, slippered them and on occasions used the cane. A few years later Mrs Watson took over as head and then caned both sexes! There was a music teacher, Mr Jones, who was renowned for his frequent and hard use of the slipper (actually a heavy rubber soled plimsoll). Mr Jones had a system, prefects were tasked to keep an eye on us until he arrived for our lesson, anyone who was caught even whispering was reported by the prefects. The lad or lads were called to the front, Mr Jones would retrieve his plimsoll from inside the piano, and each lad would be ordered to touch toes to receive one or two very hard whacks of the slipper. By hard I don't mean the feeble taps often seen in videos, I mean a full force whack that sounded like a gun going off, sometimes the noise would be slightly different as the plimsoll didn't quite connect properly so Mr J would do it again. As we had a games lesson straight after we regularly got a look at the red marks on pale buttocks. One day it was the turn of my mate Malcom to bend over, when he showed us his backside later we could see a clear tread imprint from the plimsoll. For more serious discipline boys had to go to Mr Jones' office next to the library (he managed it alongside teaching music). Teachers rarely gave out detentions, and if they did these appeared on your reports that went home, so not a good thing.

I had managed to avoid his slipper for two years, which in itself was a minor miracle as all my mates had received it. One day I and about four mates were messing around on the school field throwing stones at each other, I should add that we were not doing this very hard. The school employed part-timers who covered breaks overseeing us, sort os supervisors I suppose. Anyway one of these caught us doing this and marched us to the library to await Mr Jones, she clearly must have known what was likely to happen to us. His library assistant, Mrs Perkins knew me and gave me a sympathetic look, she'd obviously seen or heard what was to come next loads of times. We waited nervously, fully expectant that a hard slippering was about to come our way.

About ten minutes later Mr Jones strode in, took a look at us, asked what we'd been up to, and then announced he was putting us on detention. Well we were gobsmacked, we fully expected to be leaving the library with glowing bottoms! And detentions were listed on our reports, while slipperings and canings weren't, so many pupils preferred a red bottom. To crown it all the teacher supervising the detention was Mrs Watson, she who slippered the girls and also boys on occasion. She liked me, and it was humiliating to sit in detention in front of her.

Come the end of the term I took my report home, it was opened and read and then no comment apart from some praise for how well I'd done, stunned I looked at it, and lo and behold it no longer had a box for the number of detentions! Mr Jones the bastard had, by not slippering me, left me worried sick for a couple of months. I would happily have bent over for a hard slippering to avoid the worry, even if Mrs Perkins had witnessed this. I would even have preferred to bend for a caning off Mrs Watson. And of course thinking about the stinging red bottom I had received would have generated a good amount of spunk for decades to come!

In my fantasies I go back to Mr Jones and tell him that I'd rather be slippered, I drop my trousers, bend over a chair and Mr Jones tugs my underpants down for the slippering to begin...