Caning School for Girls

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Not a Rat: When Brenda refuses to tattle on her friends she is secured to a vaulting horse for sixteen strokes of the cane, delivered with considerable vigour by the ballet teacher, Madame Boulais. The Third Beating of the Day: Grant Academy's discipline policy is such that when 16-year-old Shay ends up being punished three times in a single day, her last punishment, a Level 3 caning, results in her being caned bare bottomed in public.

So, to business. Your parents are not happy with the way things are. Specifically, they do not think you are behaving in the mature fashion we would expect of a young adult your age.’ Now, as I told you before, I am going to cane you now. I know this is your first time to receive any form of corporal punishment here at school. Please know that with that terrible kind of misconduct you have shown, I can not be lenient in any way. It will be a full ten of the best, on your briefs. Now, you will drop your trousers and bend over my desk. You will grab the other side of the desk with your hands, and keep them there while I cane you. You will not stand up before I tell you so. If you do, or in any other way interfere with your deserved punishment, you will receive extra strokes. Now, this will hurt a great deal, it is meant to. You may cry and sob, but I will not tolerate any jumping around or too much wiggling… I suppose, strictly speaking, Good Morning is correct , given you are a few moments early’ she said, raising her eyebrows slightly. Michelle Smith came from the same class as Lisa Müller. It was her first visit here, but she had been punished in class on several occaissions. In no time we were outside the station and on the bus. Past the castle on the hill, past the market place as bright and busy as ever. There was the old Guildhall on the right and the big new city hall ahead. Everything so amazingly the same as it had ever been. How my lovely city was going to be hurt and severely damaged in just a few years, I then had no idea. We had a few more home-comings in peacetime.Well, at least you are old enough to know better than to argue with me. So, step out of your trousers and bend over. You should know how it i UP YOU PEOPLE GET, PLEASE’ – were the first words that I heard the next morning. All of the lights were turned on and I dragged my eyes open and saw a wiry little red haired woman in a white uniform charging around the dormitory. In her had she carried a note book and a bottle of thermometers – one of which she jammed in my mouth, while a claw-like hand felt for the pulse in my wrist. This was a precautionary practice carried out for the first two weeks of each new term, and was soon taken as a matter of course by all the little newcomers. Well, I do well know that this is a lesson that is not taught with a dose of the cane alone.” Florian Meiers face reddened even more when the implement of correction was called by its name. “Therefore, before I will cane you – and I will do so severely – hear the following: You will write a 1000-words essay about the evils of racial predjudice, which you shall read aloud before assembly on monday morning. You will also write personal apologies to Miss Watanabe and Mr. Danquah. Understood?”

My head was pressed against the tumultuously heaving bosom of my governess, and notwithstanding the intensity of my suffering, I could plainly hear the beating of her heart, and knew that her thighs were tightly compressed together, whilst a strange tremor pervaded her entire frame. So it was friday again. And while there were certainly – amongst the pupils – those who thought I enjoyed the punishment sessions, that was very much not the case. Oh, I do feel the need for discipline, and I do carry out the punishments with no leniency, but it is not a task that I particularly look forward. How much nicer is it to award pupils for academic success or good behaviour than having to punish them for their infractions. I tried to explain that, feeling small, bewitched and contrite. She let me struggle to articulate my thoughts for a moment or two, but then interrupted. I went to the toilet, walked upstairs and got a clean handkerchief, changed my tee shirt, threw myself onto the bed, got up again, looked at my watch again, and decided it was time to go.There, there, that will do." said Papa, in a very excited tone. "I've drawn the blood for her. Now, Miss Dunce, kneel and kiss the rod, and ask your kind governess to forgive you." Well, then let us get it over with. Lift up your skirt and bend over the desk. I am going to give you 8 strokes with the cane. 5 for your missing homework, and 3 for your repeated tardiness.” Each friday, I will then inform you here about which pupils had to report to my office and how I dealt with them. I hope this will be entertaining. Next was Daniel P. Addler from 10A. His offences were the usual ones for a boy his age. He seemed to be of the impression that not wearing a tie made him look cool, and tht girls were mainly there to be for teasing and playing pranks. Like many others alike him, he would learn a painful lesson. Early the very next morning I would hear ‘Jean … Jean’ – voice calling over the garden gate, and there would be my friend Beryl from next door. We played together from the time we were three years old. We used to sit in the little summer house at the end of her garden – for hours at a stretch, amusing ourselves with dolls, crayons and playing house. A great treat for us both was being able to have our ‘tea’ in the summer house, just the two of us. Little cucumber sandwiches, biscuits and mandarin oranges. It was our own private little world hidden away behind the apple trees, at the end of the garden path.

The meal we all really dreaded was dinner. I am sure that when the food was delivered to the school kitchen it was perfectly good, but what happened to it from there until it hit our plates I can’t imagine.Stand up, readjust your uniform, and stand facing the wall. Now, if I ever hear anything of racism from you again, you will be sent home in disgrace. I hope you will learn that it is wrong, and that no one here will tolerate it.” Sitting at my desk, sipping my tea in silence, I went over the list of pupils that still were outside. One pupil from year 10. Two pupils from year 11. And two seniors from year 12. Two of those five, Jenny Woods from 10B and Caroline Fletcher from 12A had been caught smoking. Even if she did not know it yet this earned those two the honour of being put to the end of the line. Wilhelmsen International Institute had a strict non-smoking policy, the girls were in for exemplary and severe punishment. I see. Well, it won’t be your hand that will be sore after I am done with you.” I stood up and walked around my desk. I turned the chair that stood before it around and sat down, reaching for the plimsoll waiting on the desk.