Memories of Westfield Secondary Modern


by Bob Fletcher <bobf@altnews.com.au>

This story is true, and tells of some of my early experiences of school in England. As such none of the names have changed. The times and places are all true. So if you recognise any of these places or names I would be interested to hear from you or share some of your memories.

The time is 1955 and I had reached 11 y/o. Until that time my mother would be the only one to administer discipline. Regrettably this was not a spanking on the bottom. She would seem out of control and would wield a cane across my body and legs everywhere but my bottom. Perhaps she knew something about bottom spanking and did not want me to enjoy it.

My father never disciplined me at all, in fact I can only remember him hitting me once. I must have been about 7 y/o and was sitting at the table in my pyjamas waiting for breakfast to be served. To pass the time I put my hand in my fly and started playing with my little _c_o_c_k_. Out of nowhere it seemed Dad gave me a good slap on the hand. I remember at the time I felt that this was unwarranted as he could have told me to leave myself alone.

At primary school the only thing that happened there was a ruler on the hand. They did reserve the right to use the cane but I can't remember it happening.

At almost 12 y/o it was off to Westfield Secondary Modern School in the town of Hinckley in the Leicestershire Midlands. At the primary school in the village of Burbage, there was some admiration that my group had reached this age. "They give you the cane at Westfield", was told to me by so many other boys younger then me. How did they know.

At home my mother would say, "Don't come home and tell me you got the cane", and with every other person informing me that I would get the cane for any slight transgression at my new school, I was not looking forward to going at all.

I was not badly behaved, but I knew I was not perfect and some discipline at school was inevitable. The thought of a cane on my tender ass made me shiver. Remember I had nothing to gauge it by as I had never had a true bottom spanking.

First day at the new all boys school was a bit daunting. All of us on intake kept to each other. There was orientation and allocation of classes, preceded by an address by the headmaster. Yours truly went to 1B.

There was never any mention of caning by the head or teachers. With all I had been told before hand I was convinced that some of us would get it on day one. The teacher we had was a nice guy about 26 and good looking. I was enjoying this new school.

The boys in my class were all wondering about the same thing, the cane. So we approached the older boys and asked them. It turned out that caning on the bottom was restricted to the headmaster and his deputy. We were told we could get it on the hand but most teachers preferred the 'slipper'.

The slipper was a gym shoe brought down over your bottom. "Is that all" I thought. To me and my peers it seemed a childish way to punish 'big' boys. The other boys did not elaborate too much probably from embarrassing past memories that they did not want to share with newcomers. We were however given advice on how to lessen the impact if you knew you had it coming. This ranged from putting on a number of pairs of underpants to liberally applying soap to your bum.

To know a day before would mean something serious and therefor a caning in the heads office. A boy who faced such punishment was asked if they had additional clothing on and were warned that if found to have done so would have the cane delivered to the bare buttocks. Needless to say I never knew any boy who tried this trick. As for the soap, well after a good spanking with a slipper or cane you were left wondering if this had made it worse.

So I was feeling a lot brighter about what punishment we could get. I remember finding the idea of a slippering rather funny and was not concerned. I don't think many of my peers were either

We had been at school for about two weeks when one of our class mates, Brad had been fooling around. This boy, whilst younger than me seemed pretty tough. He was a good looking blond boy with a bit of smartness about him that I admired.

The teacher had had enough of his behaviour and called him out to the front of the class. He sat in front of me and on leaving his desk he turned to me and gave me a smile. For a few moments I think he was proud to be the first to be punished. We all knew he was in for a slippering and was ready to watch the entertainment. We were all exited to watch the spectacle as we had heard so much about this and felt a spank with a slipper rather childish for big 11 and 12 y/o's.

Whilst Brad was walking to the front the teacher reached in his cupboard and brought out a large,(about size 11), gym shoe. He told Brad he was sick of his fooling around and needed to teach him a lesson. Brad what then instructed how to bend over for punishment. He was told to touch his toes and his bottom was lined up. I was really enjoying this and though that Brad and I would have more laughs about this when it was over.

The teacher touched Brad's bottom with the shoe to line it up and raised his arm high in the air. Brad looked relaxed, I don't think his first slippering was worrying him at all. The teacher then lowered it with force and speed to come to a sudden stop with a resounding CRAAAKK! as it hit the boys bottom. This display scared me a little. Brad let out a muffled cry as the air was expelled from his lungs and I remember seeing his body jerk. Brad was now visibly trembling. His bottom was realigned and again another wack from the sole of the slipper this was followed by two more. The silence in the classroom was deafening.

Brad was told to get up and go and sit down. When I saw his face I could not believe it. The boy was just bawling his eyes out. As he sat down the pain hit him again and there was more loud crying. He was told if he did not stop the crying the punishment would be repeated. Surprising what willpower can do.

The whole class was shocked we just did not think this was going to hurt this way. At recess we wanted to find out from Brad what it was like. He said he had never felt such pain and started to cry again. He was feeling petty upset and said he was going to tell his mum. She did come to the school like a few mums did. They were told that corporal punishment was policy and there would be no exception for her son should he misbehave.

Those days there was nothing they could do except pull the child out and enrol him in a private Catholic School. Where the Brothers and leather straps where the order of the day. Our school was defiantly the lesser of the two evils.

I think I was about number three in the class to get the slipper. I was scared about the pain that was about to descend on me. I new the routing by then and felt proud to show off in front of the class by walking out and assuming the position without being told., by bending over and putting by bottom up for punishment. My first wack came has a shock, the pain that went through me, I could not believe was being delivered from a gym shoe. Like the others I got four but I did not cry. Very few of us did. I think Brad was the only one who cried and that was only on his first time.

I remember that burning sensation on my young ass. It got worse and sitting down on it was hell. I sat on my hands and slowly removed then to sit on the hard wooden desk seat. Surprisingly then I found there was something pleasurable about the burning pain. But I did not go out of my way to expand my curiosity. There was enough slipperings after that without trying for more.

I remember the first time I got the cane on my hands, two on each. The pain shot through me and my hands hurt so much I found it hard to hold a pen hours afterward. I wondered then why they hit a kids hands when they were expected to do their school work. I felt that a bottom caning, whilst painful would let a student get on with his work at least where hands was concerned.

A scene I still remember was an outside assembly of the school. The deputy headmaster was a Mr. McGrath. He was feared by all in school much worse that the headmaster.

He announced that some boys had been scrumping in the school orchard. Scrumping is and English school boy pastime of stealing fruit from orchards. He said he wanted the boys to come forward and be punished. He added that they would get four strokes with the cane but a lot more if they didn't and he had to find out who they were.

To this day I don't think he had a clue who the boys were but so was the fear that we had for this man that five boys, all about fifteen came forward. They were ordered to his office over looking the courtyard where we were assembled. He told the school they we were to wait. We could see the boys lined up outside his door. McGrath soon followed and they followed him to his office.

To this day I will never forget the loud crack of that cane falling on the boys bottoms, often followed by a scream of pain. One boy in particular screamed so loudly is sent a shiver through the school. They only got four strokes but they knew they had got them. Every boy was crying when they came out of his office. One of the boys needed some assistance to walk from one other the other teachers.

No one ever went scrumping again in the school orchard, who said there was no deterrent in corporal punishment.

One boy showed us the result of a McGrath caning. His back side has six welts, the cane had hit the lower part of the buttocks. The welts were raised and purple in colour, some skin was broken. There was blood in his underpants. His sin was punching a younger boy giving him a bloody nose. The maximum could always be expected for this offence.

It was clear that he was in pain from the caning he got before hand, but I remember as he dropped his pants he started to get an erection as we gently felt his bottom. I felt his hard 7" _c_o_c_k_ and gave it a stroke or two but he told me he did not feel like it. Perhaps because there was two other boys there.

As erections was very common with us boys and we felt each other a lot, no one worried or thought is was queer, but I now wonder if his exhibiting his canned backside was exiting him _s_e_x_ually.

My final recollection was of a boy of about fourteen who took a swing at one of the teachers. During recess the boy was frog marched to a class room by two teachers, one with a cane. The boy started to struggle so he was bent over a desk and one teacher held him down by the neck with one hand and the other holding his hands behind his back. His grey school pants were lowered leaving his underpants. He started to get the cane good and proper. This was a tough kid but he was soon yelling and crying. I don't know how many he got I know he had reached nine as another teacher moved us on with threats of more of the same. We all new this was wrong and the teacher was after revenge.

This boy got well over the maximum of six stokes and they were not administered by the headmaster or his deputy. The whole thing was illegal. The boy must have took more than he could take as from what we heard later the boy passed out and needed to spend time in the sick bay. His mother took action and there was an inquiry but my memory is poor on the rest.

At fourteen and half I was moved to a brand new co-ed school. No slippering or caning. I somehow missed the occasional wack on the ass with the slipper.


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