My school was a church based institution situated in Melbourne, Australia. I attended there in the forties. The school was divided into two preparatory levels and a senior or secondary level. The Cane was used generously in all levels. The preparatory sections were uniformed in short trousers and knee length socks. These pants were lined for warmth and when worn with underpants were greater protection to a Caning than the unlined long trousers worn in senior school. No doubt this was considered by school authorities justifiable as the adolescent bottom (in boys anyway) deserved greater attention in the control of behavioural problems and the lesser protection of long trousers would be an advantage.
Boys would commence junior or primary level school at age of seven, graduating to the senior school (secondary level) at thirteen. During this entire period of school life all boys bottoms were within the shadow of The Cane. Nowadays the school is structured differently. One of the junior levels has become very junior and boys (and girls) attend there until about nine or ten, boys then move to what is termed "Middle School", girls being disposed of at this point. At thirteen boys then take the inordinate leap to secondary years in the senior school. I do not understand this new format unless it is because boys at about nine, suddenly discover the wonders of wanking (certainly it happened to me at that age), the only drive at this age being merely the ecstatic pleasure of doing so. Perhaps it is modern thinking that "Middle School" be structured to take particular care controlling these urges, as with adolescence in senior school years, boys will look for more purposes other than just ecstatic pleasure, some of which may not be the way of ordinary expectations.
The Cane has been abolished at my old school. To my way of thinking it was this method of control which found me another purpose for wanking, certainly not an ordinary expectation. Desiring to be a boy again and totally under the control of a Cane wielding Headmaster paying particular attention to my adolescent bottom, and still, now, to my much older bottom. Ecstatic pleasure still, but much more complicated than rushing home from school at ten or twelve to dive onto my bed for the simple, but climactic pleasure of a wank.
But to my story, it concerns my old Headmaster and his downfall through excessive zeal in controlling boys. On this occasion my bottom was not in the firing line, but many others were and mine, to this day, itches with delicious thrills whenever I remember. The tale took place in senior school and most of those involved were about 15.
A neighbouring girls school and mine shared a dancing class which met regularly once a week under the tutelage of a Master from my school and a mistress from the girls school. I took no part, as by then my path was leading me away from girls. I wanted nothing to do with them. The dancing class met one warm Summer evening at the girls school. A group of steamed up adolescent boys attended the class with pockets bulging with firecrackers and matches. The scene would have been uproarious, the noise shocking. The girls' school Headmistress was furious and demanded immediate and vindictive retribution. The next day there was a reckoning. An assembly was called in the school hall and the Headmaster stalked in with a face of thunder. He had a list of names. How he acquired that list I don't know, but the ringleaders were expelled and asked immediately to leave the Hall and the school property. The others were given permanent Saturday detentions to the end of term and ordered to receive Six of the Best on their Bare Bottoms, to be administered by the Head Prefect, a tough young man of 18, captain of the football team and with bulging biceps - also a ferocious reputation for raising spectacular weals.
The Canings were carried out later that day. Each boy reporting to the sports changing and locker room where he had to change under the supervision of a junior prefect into sports gear. T shirt, athletic support, football shorts (for the moment) and long football socks. One at a time they were called into the open showering room where there was plenty of room to swing The Cane. A group of prefects and other cronies of the Head Prefect were there to watch. The Head Prefect waited while the culprit removed his shorts, placing them on a nearby table, and then walked to the end of the room bending over and touching his toes in the traditional manner.
The cracks of The Cane reverberated throughout the building and one culprit more stoic than some others remarked afterwards, he had seen several of the watching group with hands in their pockets wanking like steam pumps. Boldly he showed off his savagely bruised bottom and claimed he himself would be wanking as soon as he got home in front of a mirror.
Several days passed during which many wealthy and powerful parents worked quietly through their legal representatives. Even, it is said The Archbishop telephoned the Headmaster. We boys knew nothing of this consequence until an assembly was called in the Quadrangle. For matters not considered very serious a short assembly would be called in the Quadrangle, the Headmaster addressing the boys from the steps of the Chapel.
On this occasion he stalked up onto the steps and briefly announced all punishments he had ordered the previous week were cancelled, then he stalked down and back across the quadrangle to his study. It was rumoured he had wanted to have all the boys released from expulsion soundly Caned but apparently this was denied him. No doubt the Head Prefect was disappointed. The boys who had already been Caned were the only ones to have suffered punishment and carried the badges of this distinction for several weeks. The Headmaster resigned at the end of term and was never seen again.