These are true stories about my school life and what happened to those around me....... I use to attend a private school in the late 80's where at the time I was in Year 6 which would of made me around 11 years old. The school had very strict policy's on basically everything especially uniforms. Boys were to wear the correct uniform at all times which for everyone from Year 1-12 was a white short sleeved shirt with the school crest on the chest pocket, the blue striped school tie, grey school shorts which everyone had to wear all year round, (except prefects who were allowed to wear trousers, a privilege they certainly used in winter) long grey knee high socks with blue stripes at the top, which we had to wear with garters which were like elastic bands to keep the socks up under the knees and black hard leather Clark's school shoes, all of which had to be bought from the school uniform shop and all of which was meticulously checked every morning before our first class.
What use to happen was at the start of the school day we would line up, form by form on the quadrangle outside the classroom block, it was a big patch of brick and bitumen where we use to play games during the breaks. We'd all have to stand alphabetical order like soldiers with our hands by our sides, standing straight, looking forward. Our form teacher would then walk past each of us along with our class prefect checking for the smallest little fault, be it a scuff on the school shoes or a sock down. I was paranoid of all these things so I took extra care to make sure everything was perfect, besides my dad always use to make me polish and buff my shoes every morning before putting on my uniform, he was very strict about my appearance and I obeyed not only for the sake of my father but also for the schools.
Depending on the infringement, a form of punishment would be administed. The most common problem was unpolished shoes which the school had a huge problem with and they had a couple of punishments to deal with it. The main punishment involved the student involved having to remove his shoes and socks and spending the day bare foot, to which a letter was also to be sent home to the parents informing them of what happened. Most parents reacted quite angrily to this but strangely enough not at the school but at their child for not polishing their shoes. A friend of mine at the time Thomas Langford had to go around bare foot the whole day and when his mother picked him up at the end of the day, she was surprised to find him bare foot. Anyway after she found out what happened she was not very happy and the minute they got home she took him straight to his room and gave him a spanking. I remember him telling me the story and I was just shocked at how she reacted, I mean it was only shoes but then I thought if I did the same thing my dad would probably do the same, but luckily I never had to worry about that.
One of the biggest shocks I got was one day in Physical Education class. Our school was also very strict on PE, it was a must, I'm sure even if a student was on their death bed, they'd still make them do it. Mr Wood was the PE teacher and we were all scared of his man, he was huge, like a well built body builder and he had a bad demeanour and was rarely ever happy. The one thing he never tolerated was bad excuses for not participating in PE, if there was a signed note from a parent he was still angry but allowed that student not to participate, but for those with no notes and bad excuses there was only one thing for it...
...the student had to participate in their underwear!
Yep it was something we all laughed at the first day we heard it but this day we were to see it put into practice. Two of the guys in our class Simon Jones and Mark Wilkinson were first shouted at and finally embarrassed infront of the class when Mr Wood told them to strip down to there underwear and to kneel with there hands on their heads infront of the class. I looked around to see everyone's reactions and to my surprise there were a number of little chuckles and smiles. Personally I was embarrassed not only for them but for all of us at the thought that this could happen to us one day. They both slowly stripped, Simon began to cry and to everyone's amusement we could see why. The experience somewhat must of made Simon a little happy as he had a hardon, something that amused us all but not Mr Wood. Of course being a little curious we all kept our eyes glued not for _s_e_x_ual pleasure but more for what's going to happen next. Soon after it looked as if he wet his pants, a fact that hadn't got passed Mr Wood who was like a raging bull.
"What the hell have you done to yourself you dirty little boy"
I'll never forget those words, just as I'll never forget what happened next. Angrily Mr Wood stormed off out of the room leaving Simon an emotional mess, anyway Mr Woods absense would not be for long as he walked back in carrying a fairly long strap. Our school at the time permitted the use of corporal punishment, but this was the first time I'd ever seen it about to be applied. Simon saw what was about to take place and began to cry even harder falling to his knees begging Mr Wood not to strap him. Mr Wood didn't particularly care and grabbed him by the ear dragging him to the far corner where a gym horse was stored. He called the class over as he told Simon to stand on the chair and bend over the horse.
"I don't tolerate this type of filth in my class and if I see anyone act like this dirty beast, I will do ten times of worse, Is that understood?"
A somewhat subdued group of now terrified students replied "Yes sir" in unicen.
Mr Wood walked around to the left side, pulled down Simon's underpants showing his bare buttocks to us, a site that produced not a mumour. Something that immediately took my notice was the fact his backside looked like it had already been strapped. That site was soon interrupted though when mr Wood began to strap him...
WHACK
with that first whack the biggest scream I had ever heard in my life
WHACK
with the second we were all shocked, shocked by the fear that this could happen to anyone of us, the shock it was happening to a fellow classmate.
WHACK
Simon continued to scream and I was wondering how many he'd get
WHACK
Four? i thought he'd only get three...
WHACK
Simon was openly crying and let out what was to be his downfall
"FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK"
We were all shocked, not as shocked as mr Wood though who just simply exploded!!
"What the hell did you just say?"
Simon got up and apologised, falling to his knees and holding his hands up as if he were fighting off a lion. Mr Wood grabbed him by the ear and led him to the corner of the room, Mr Wood then left the room for several minutes...
To be continued.....