The Library of Spanking Fiction: Wellred Weekly


Wellred Weekly
Volume 1, Number 2 : November 22, 2011
 
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Recollections: Down with C.P.
by Patxi

This is the first of a series of articles concerning recollections of schoolday spankings.

Four strokes of the cane delivered on a boy's pyjama clad bottom by some jumped up whipper-snapper of a house prefect for talking in the dormitory after lights out. That was my first night at boarding school: I had just turned eleven years old. Next morning all new boys were given a talk by the headmaster. We would find the school rules on the notice board: we were expected to read them and learn them quickly as the school prefects would not tolerate any infringement. They had power to beat us (we knew that already!) but we were not to moan about it. We should learn to accept our beatings like men, good for us apparently, and we should always think of the honour of the school... there would have been more of this claptrap but I can't remember.

Of course, C.P. was nothing new to me. I'd had my legs smacked several times in junior school and once got caned with a ruler on both hands for being caught pinching Sheila Metcalfe's bottom in morning prayers but so what? Life was like that.

However, this C.P. regime into which well-meaning parents had thrust us was something new and we learnt very quickly to adapt. We had to. Being caught out of bounds, going into shops, late for roll call, late for anything, talking after lights out, you name it and those prefects were ready to pounce: a criminal abdication of responsibility, surely, by those in charge for there was nothing soft about a prefect's beating. Never given straightway, 24 hours was usually allowed to elapse before the dreaded summons came, then one was stretched tight across a table and sentence duly carried out by some vigorous young athlete, four, five, six strokes. Oh and I should mention that a line was first solemnly chalked across one's trousered bottom as an aiming mark.

Did it do any good? No. We still broke bounds, went into shops when no-one in authority was around, learnt how to lie our way out of trouble, to pass the blame on to others (provided one was superior in strength and build) and of course violence begat violence. I'm not saying that bullying was rife but it did happen and to be honest when found out was not tolerated by those in authority though there was an underlying sentiment that a little bullying never did a boy harm: do him good, teach him to stand up for himself. To my mind and in my experience, it only fostered cowardice. Fact of life, what chance had a smaller, weaker boy against a more powerful one?

So, leaving aside parental or judicial discipline, do I believe in corporal punishment? No, not as I've detailed above in the way it was practiced I don't: clumsy, unthinking ritualistic nonsense which did more harm than good and thank heaven has been abolished.

Luckily for me after three years of this nightmare a new headmaster came, prefects were no longer allowed to use the cane and the number of beatings and the more absurd rules dwindled. Life would never be normal of course compared to the outside world but a far more kindly understanding regime prevailed than went before.

This then is the background to the following: make of it how you will.

We were into the second year of the new regime and I would be fifteen. Sunday mornings we were allowed an extra hour in bed and as sometimes happened scuffles, playful scuffles broke out. All good fun only this time the one I was involved in turned nasty, tempers flared and others joined in... on my side: my opposite was not popular. I am deeply ashamed of what followed. Relishing my role of chief instigator and protagonist this poor boy was set upon in a particularly vicious manner. Fortunately it was stopped in time by the housemaster himself, attracted by the row. Apart from the poor victim we were all to go down to his study immediately. Two strokes each (he was not a hard-hearted man) of the cane and we were back in the dormitory. Bit of a joke really.

Late afternoon he called me into his study. A word about him: a very clever man with degrees in law and chemistry, much given to solving intricate mathematical puzzles, the only master in that place ever to show me real kindness, he did much to encourage my growing love of music and would invite me in to listen to his records of Sibelius. I would sit in front of a blazing fire, transported to a world away from the insensitivity outside.

He came straight to the point. He had been led to believe I was solely responsible for the outrage that morning, If this were true he was both shocked and deeply disappointed with me. He proposed to give me twelve strokes of the cane. Was it true? It was my turn to be shocked. Twelve!! Unthinkable: six was the norm, I'd heard of eight or nine in the past but twelve! Best to say no and walk out unharmed. Get out of here quickly!

Even now I cannot understand why I said yes: bravado, personal honour, unable to face his certain contempt, pride (the guy who took twelve strokes) I don't know but as though from far away I heard myself say yes.

I wish I could record I behaved stoically. I didn't, it hurt so darn much. In experienced hands a cane is a vicious implement and he was experienced enough. At one point he even had to push me back down over his settee. Afterwards this miserable wretch skulked behind the shrubbery in the headmaster's garden until some semblance of composure returned.

I never told anyone and to the best of my knowledge it was kept a secret. The marks on my bottom were impressive, slow to clear and I had to be especially careful when changing in the dormitory or for games.

I never bullied again, not through fear of retribution but rather because the pain of what I had done was brought home to me, physically and mentally. 'No man is an island entire of itself.' Sounds silly but he made me appreciate I was a part of the world which surrounded us all, in it and of it... 'never send to ask for whom the bell tolls.' In fact I grew up, suddenly, a child in mind no longer, fortunate to be dealt with by a man who knew what needed to be done, and that is why a retired schoolmaster up to the year of his death always received from me a greetings card every Christmas wishing him, sincerely, all health and happiness for the forthcoming year.

Can it be that antediluvian headmaster was right all along? Does beating make a man?  
14 comments:
Sebastian said...
It wasn't the beating but the human element of compassion that you understood with respect to bullying. You became mature. Beating does not make the man.
Excellent article.
22 November 2011 04:52
bendover said...
I agree with Sebastian. To each his own I say. Some spanking enthusiasts love to be caned and get a huge thrill out of it. It's in their nature and I can't be judgmental in that case. However, I would never allow anyone to do that to me. For pleasure (involving someone else not me) I can say, 'go for it', but for general punishments it's simply abusive when carried out far beyond the normal limits.

B
22 November 2011 19:06
jimisim said...
Indiscriminate beating by prefects was common in the Uk up to the mid sixties, and should have never been allowed.
It was explained to us-when we were sprogs we had to put up with it, when you grow up its your turn to dish it out. thats the way in this school it hardens you up to be a man.
We had a new headmaster as well who immediately banned all CP except by him and his deputy- so we were deprived of our dues or prevented from being depraved?
23 November 2011 06:55
TheEnglishMaster said...
An eye-opening and fascinating account - thank you. I totally agree about the abnegation of responsibility in allowing prefects to beat (as illustrated, too, in Lindsay Anderson's film 'If'). But your experience of that caning shows also how important the intent behind the punishment is.
23 November 2011 21:22
Lincoln said...
Like Patxi and TEM by the time I got to boarding school, beatings by prefects had practically come to an end. The head of school and his deputies had the power but in practice rarely exercised it, and after I had left, even that was removed. Having said that, there were plenty of other punishments they could (and did) hand out.

Canings were more frequent in the junior school than senior school, and I don't know of anybody who wasn't caned at some stage or other there. Our parents were quite relaxed about it, and obviously thought it was what they were paying for.

Unfortunately I was never invited to my housemaster's to listen to Sibelius, in spite of him having caned me twice in the Senior school!
26 November 2011 11:24
sugarmouse said...
A very interesting article.
26 November 2011 21:29
canadianspankee said...
Great recollection of personal history always makes interesting reading to me as one knows there are vital elements of truth in the article.

I often wonder just how much CP at school influenced me in becoming the switch I am today. When school and home carry the same atmosphere it becomes a very regular occurance in one's life and can get involved in major decisions in one's life.

I don't believe beatings make any person but at school age can certainly reflect in what they become in the future. For reasons not understood by me, that future can either be good or bad. To me there is no consistancy as to how it affects one, every individual is different.
26 November 2011 23:55
islandcarol said...
I must respond to your question before I tell you how much I enjoyed a peek at your memoirs.
Punishment does not make the man and build a fine character.As you say, a great deal of it was meted out by power crazy teens. A child raised in a secure environment rich with good examples and opportunities to learn, grow, explore and develop his/her talents is what makes the responsible citizen..
I would say that your relationship with this antediluvian- and he build your vocabulary, also, - his guidence, thoughtful handlling of your personal delemmas during such a violatile period as adolesence accomplished that goal.
These days children come to school with serious issues- family members incarcerated, families split and parselled out to realtives, unemployment, teen parents who can barely look after themselves, drugs and alchohol readily available... What is corporal punishment given the hell that is their lives. Suspending corporeal nake sense in the light of our crazy society today makes just as much sense as it did 30 years ago. ..
Although I've read many stories on corporal punishment in British schools, this is the first personal essay I've read aside from Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and I am thoroughly intrigued. Girls, too have their bullying and pecking order and can be quite cruel, but boys, especially bullying boys who are weak and friendless, seem to be heartless. I think I will check out Churchill's bio.
Thank you for your thoughtfull reflections. The topic is one many of us know little about. You expertise and dedication to showing both sides gives me a clearer understanding. It was also captivating reading.
30 November 2011 23:13
bripuk said...
Although I didn't attend boarding school my experiences of a boy's grammar school in the early sixties certainly chime with those of Patxi. The cane and more often the slipper(a size 11 rubber soled plimsoll) were used frequently by PE and senior staff were used regularly and were designed to be painful and deter repetitions of the behaviour that lead to their use.
I realise it's an unfashionable view to hold but I think there is a place for CP in school if used judiciously and for appropriate lapses in conduct.

I would be quite happy to discuss my opinions and experiences with other subscribers
28 April 2012 13:41
Eva said...
Thank you for your note which brought me to this memoir. You had much respect for this man that you did not wish to lie to him. The punishment was excessive, and I think that you knew that, both of you. If this had not happened, we would all be the poorer, because it has remained with you, inspiring your imaginative stories.
3 June 2013 17:09
Ayla said...
Interesting article and a good place to find it. Too many confuse fantasy and reality, less a problem in thought than deed.
12 June 2013 16:08
turk said...
Very well done, a personal memoir of a moment that was instilled for a lifetime, thanks.
27 June 2013 17:24
Perry said...
Thank you Patxi. Your experiences were not unlike my own.

To bripuk, I would say two things against CP:

First, children can be tough. They try hard not to 'blub'. Even when they do, they can gain a reputation for taking beatings bravely which makes it necessary in the minds of administrators to make sure the next punishment is more severe. If the new punishment is taken well, it is seen as necessary to make the next one harder and so it goes on. Badly bruised buttocks were once a source of admiration for viewers and pride for those who bore these 'honourable scars'.

Second, I can't prove it but I have good reason to believe that beatings can damage people psychologically. Receivers live with the pain for much of their lives and sometimes their sexual lives are damaged.

In my view, if punishment is necessary the judicious application of some other kind than CP is always preferable.
9 September 2014 06:06
PeterJohn said...
What an interesting account of boarding school life. I do not agree with prefects whacking other kids though. I went to a Grammar School in the 1960’s and the cane ruled. Like you we never lied to a teacher’s direct question even if it meant getting caned. I got twelve canings at Grammar School and probably deserved them all. But the slipper was not used, all teachers used the cane. The main users of the cane were the ladies.
3 April 2020 20:27

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