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Saturday, 1 August 2020

Favourite for August

Something of a tradition going on here.  If you got corporal punishment at school and especially if it had been across your bottom, there was often an expectation that you would display the marks for inspection by your school mates.  In my opinion, this worked at its best in the English tradition where the cane would have been the most usual implement.  There is nothing more dramatic than seeing six red cane stripes across a pale creamy bottom.  It was a good way of earning some kudos from your classmates and, hopefully, some admiration for how well you'd coped with your ordeal. Being English, I may be biased, but I don't really feel the marks left by a paddle or strap are nearly as good and when times changed and it became more normal to cane across the hands, it would be unusual to get interesting marking.

In the fascinating book "Terms and Conditions - Life in Girls' Boarding Schools 1939-1979" by Ysenda Maxtone Graham there is an account of three girls who decided to run away from their school and took refuge with a local family who phoned the school to arrange for them to be returned. While the school representative was very friendly and concerned for the girls when they were with the family, the tone changed as soon as they were on their way back to the school.

The girls were kept in confinement in the main part of the house that night: the scented, carpeted, mahogany, potpourri side. Later the next day they were released back into the community but we were told we should not speak to them.  With horror and fascination we watched as Joanna slowly pulled up her skirt, pulled down her white summer pants and showed us five red parallel stripes across her buttocks.  All three girls had been caned.

The detail that I found surprising was that it was five strokes - there are plenty of examples of extracts from school punishment books on the internet to give us an idea of what was normal practice. Overall, the majority refer to caning on the hand and are typically one, two or three strokes - sometimes all on one hand and sometimes on both - so rarely more than six strokes in total. Where there are references to caning on the bottom it seems to almost always be two, four or six strokes. The examples of caning on the hands are often for relatively trivial offences like talking in class.  At schools like mine that level of offence would generally have led to writing lines or an after-school detention whereas caning across the bottom was only for really serious offences - I never heard of a case where they didn't get either four strokes or six strokes.  So, as I said, five sounds strange - however, the book is all drawn from first hand accounts so I have no reason to doubt the accuracy of the story.   

Curious to know from friends across the pond whether in schools an the USofA there is any tradition of inspecting the marks after being paddled at school?

Oh yes, almost forgot the image!
Credit to Xerotics for an excellent authentic school image.
  

4 comments:

Oaks and Pines Spanking Stories said...

Her friends who are waiting for their turn now know what to expect !
Super find !
B

Anonymous said...

Love to have been there!
Old Tom

Michael M said...

Great image

Anonymous said...

Great post James & a compelling, lovely image. Oh my! What are they saying, already ? :-)

James, I guess naughty lil' princess brats showing each other our scarlet, well-whipped-sore botties was just a crucial rite of passage ?! It's an intuitive moment, naturally! Each to their own I guess, but it was common amongst close friends...my girly besties :-)

Moreover, in those light-hearted sorority & college spankings of elder years, then a more humourous set of pranks & antics allowed for showing off one's bare white bottoms...& soundly skelped red bottoms too, already! Whilst grabbing a big shot of Bourbon :-)

I never actually gotten CP at school myself (I was a goody two-shoes), but corporal punishment at home, under our strict, religious context was very stern, spartan & normal, sadly! Our God-fearing mom never spared the rod.

Post whooping: when sister & me gotten punished in the living room back in the 1960s/70s, mother would pull up our 1950s cotton, white knickers back over our blazing red botties (we would have our hands on our heads to comply) & refasten our poppers n overalls (or smarten down dresses) & we then gotten sent to our rooms, crying & blubbering loudly. Oh my! We would be frantically rubbing our "hornets nest" raging bottoms & doing the stingy-spanky-hippy-hoppy-dance. Mom would go to put the cane back in the cupboard & get on with the day's chores in the kitchen - her calm catharsis was enveloping, post spanking her naughty daughters!!!

Yes, at this point sister & me would show each other our sore, well-striped bums, check the whoopy-ass in the mirror & chat comfortingly with each other. Oh my! So yes, sisterly sympathies & empathies sure gotten traded once the tears had dried up!

Obviously it all depended on how we felt on the day. Also worth saying James that when we gotten chastised in our bedrooms, we gotten to pull down our cotton jammies, to expose our bare backsides for the cane; and so when mother had gone downstairs after our whoopings, it was easy to pull down our PJ bottoms again & compare tanned hides. Oh my !!!

Sister & me only ever gotten spanked in private, so there was no public display of bare snow white to rose red buttocks (naturally, in hineysight, I now so wish we had gotten spanked in public outdoors ha-ha!!)

However, it was common in the 1960s to see one of my girlfriends from Church have her 1950s pretty yellow dress raised, & a pair of 1950s, cotton, Carter's dazzling, white panties pulled down so that a bare, soft, squishy-white botty could get a good, hard smacking from a loving, strict maternal hand or a handy hairbrush (swiftly retrieved from a purse).

It was simply social justice & compelling team viewing in the park or the mall or a communal moms' coffee morning reunion, for we princess brats back in yore!!! That was Southern life back then. Bare, red bottoms were a normal fact of life for y'all in Georgia.
Thanks & best regards, James
Brenda xx