The Caning Headmistress

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Miss Eleanor Sullivan, Headmistress, selecting a nice swishy cane shouts, “BOY/GIRL, kindly stand up and convey yourself smartly out to me. We shall soon find out, once you are across the desk, if your regard for me is all you say it is. Somehow I doubt it, but Miss Sullivan’s cane may be able to elicit if you are truly sincere my lad/lass!” Now, you well know that the rules are clear on this. Each pupil has to wear full and clean uniform. And you will, too. When I have dealt with you. Understood?” He still tried to keep his face straight, not showing any fear. But his confidence was almost gone. However, I’d make sure he’d learn. I adressed the three pupils facing the wall.

Whatever the true explanation, the old adage of "cross me and you won't sit down for a week" had never felt closer to the truth. Lynne, who passed her 11 plus to go to the school, admitted a catalogue of misbehaviour when cross-examined by Mr. John Hoggett, counsel for Miss Dines. The girls I liked regarded it as a matter of honour to accept the discipline of certain nuns whose character we respected, and to tell the truth, especially where to do so would have serious consequences. “Ah, Elisabeth:Seeing her behind her desk, hands apart and holding the cane horizontal at the level of her slender waist, he began to truly feel the magnitude of his predicament. Grateful that at least the knowledge of their meeting would go no further, he replied promptly. "Thank you, Miss." No buts, Goodwyn. That’ll be two extra for your impertinence. Now, step out of your trousers and bend over my desk.” This took a while, given the painful state of my posterior. Eventually I stood, still tearful, facing Mrs Seaton. My hands were carefully massaging my smarting rear. I could feel the mark left by that wayward third stroke on bare flesh, not covered by my short trousers as the others were.

We are going to go through to the dining room, where I am going to administer four strokes of the cane to your seat, and three strokes of the strap to each of your hands.’ New girls were given the school rules to learn by heart in the first week. After that, you had no excuse for transgressing them. She remembered how he had looked downcast by her uncharacteristic outburst, his cheeks blushing pink, and she had relented, trying to be more encouraging. lassroom punishment books. As I saw him confidently walking into my office, I knew there was no place for any leniency with this boy.Miss Janet Dines left the court "completely vindicated" after being accused of assaulting and beating 14-year-old Lynne. Joke

She got eight strokes, Marling. I don't think that young lady will be sitting down comfortably for a long time. But she was only due to get six strokes. Of course," she had continued contemplatively, "I won't deny it's rare that a boy in his final year would find himself subject to the threat of corporal punishment, but I assure you there's nothing in the rulebook that says I cannot discipline a member of my tutor group in whatever manner I deem to be the most appropriate." You were sent out of the classroom three times last week, Marling. I am going to give you one stroke of the cane for each time and one extra one, for putting me to this trouble. How many strokes is that?" When you enter my threshold you’ll step into a world where the values of etiquette and good manners are the byword, instilled with the sting of the cane.

I am a great advocate of corporal punishment. Occasional sharp reminders of the rules, or half a dozen good reasons to change for the better.’ Linde-Louise”, I called my secretary, “would you please bring me a cup of tea? I’ll deal with the rest after that.” I’m proba I knew I was compelled to ask. It was not a choice. I heard a disembodied whisper that I hardly recognised.