It was early in the evening when all of the pupils at Westover Academy should have been either in their classrooms or studies working on their homework and I was thinking of the changes that had been made since the sixth form became co-educational.
Until 1975 the school had been for boys only but financial pressures had forced the Governors into accepting girls for the sixth form. It had been made clear in our meetings with parents and staff that the discipline code of the school would NOT be relaxed and that the girls could expect exactly the same treatment as the boys. This meant that for some misdemeanors the cane from the staff was a sanction with the final sanction from me as head.
As I was walking through I heard some giggles and then rustling. I forced my way through the bushes and found that two of our girls Samantha and Mary were on the ground with their knickers down being well 'fucked' by two senior boys. I called out immediately:
"Stand up all of you and explain yourselves?
They jumped to their feet and the girls tried to cover themselves while the trousers of the boys slid ignominiously down to their ankles.
"Get yourselves dressed immediately and come to my study. I shall be there in five minutes and will expect you to be waiting for me."
The chastened group gathered their clothes and hurried back towards the school. I followed at my leisure sure that they would be busy worrying what punishment they could expect.
When I arrived they were waiting outside my door and as I entered I beckoned them to follow me. I sat down at my desk and told them to stand in a line in front of me.
"Well! Have you any explanation for your behavior?"
The girls were crying and the two boys muttered "No Sir".
I sat back and looked up.
"I am afraid that this is so serious that there is no alternative to a public beating for all of you. It will be carried out after assembly tomorrow on the bare bottom with the senior punishment cane,"
Here I picked it up and whipped it through the air.
"I think in the circumstances that fifteen strokes each are the correct tariff.
The girls both burst into tears and begged to be let off or be punished in private but the boys just accepted it. I then sent them to their studies.
The next morning we assembled as usual for prayers and everybody was whispering and looking at the vaulting horse which had been put in the center of the stage. Having got the usual announcements over I then spoke to assembled pupils.
"Many of you will be aware of what happened yesterday evening and it is necessary for me to make an exemplary example of the culprits. These girls were sent to this school to study and pass their examinations for university entrance and although sex is part of the biology curriculum there is no reason for its practical application. Last night after speaking to the pupils concerned I contacted their parents and the Chairman of Governors and all agreed that discipline must be maintained. The only other option was immediate expulsion but I felt that this was inappropriate in the circumstances. They will be punished in turn and one girl will be followed by one boy then the second girl and the other boy. They have decided the order and the punishment will now begin. "
"Will Samantha please step forward."
Still fully dressed Samantha moved forward slowly.
"Remove you skirt and knickers and then bend over the horse. Miss Brown will adjust it for your height and also hold you down." Samantha stepped out of her skirt and then slowly removed her knickers so that her fine rounded bum was visible to everybody. She kept her hands in front of her hoping to cover the dark bush which covered her quim.She stepped up to the horse and laid across it. Her feet were flat on the floor and to get the best effect it is necessary to have them on their toes so Miss Brown adjusted the horse to the correct height. She then stood in front of Samantha and held her arms down. the girl's bottom was a magnificent sights it stretched in a great arc over the horse. It was now perfectly placed for me to begin so I took my stance on her left and after whipping the cane through the air for one or two passes laid it across the buttocks. Lifted it and brought it down with a "CRACKKK...."across the center of both buttocks. A white line showed itself for a minute before changing to a fiery ridge. It raised a squeal from Samantha who was not prepared for the pain of the blow. I paused before the second and then "CRACKKK...." this time she screamed as the second line was raised an inch above the first. Her bottom was now in torment but I was not going to be hurried and again a slight pause before "CRACKKK...." the third stroke was whipped in right across the centre, then "CRACKKK...." the fourth just aboveit and "CRACKKK...." the fifth just below had the girl in paroxysms of pain. She was struggling to get out of the grip of Miss Brown who was fortunately a fit young lady and held on tightly. I then changed sides to make sure that both sides received equal doses and kept up steady rhythm. "CRACKKK...." sixth stoke lashed down and made her legs kick out and cry harder, then "CRACKKK...." the seventh landed on top of one of the earlier strokes and doubled the pain.
By now the whole of her buttocks were swelling and coloured bright red with white, purple and red lines imposed on them. These were also now forming ridges which intensified the pain. "CRACKKK....", "CRACKKK....", "CRACKKK...." the eighth, ninth and tenth landed with the same ferocity and further inflamed the area. I now returned to my earlier position and prepared myself for the final strokes. "CRACKKK....", the eleventh landed slightly lower than I intended and Samantha, who by now was moaning and screaming in turn, almost heaved herself free. "CRACKKK....", "CRACKKK....", These two strokes were applied with the same precision and force as the previous ones but with the final two I always intended to make them remembered. I therefore took a moment to prepare myself and then taking particular aim I brought down the fourteenth "CRACKKK...." with right across the most damaged area I stood back for a moment "CRACKKK...." the final stroke was delivered diagonally across the line of the others. This brought the final shouts of "No more, No more I can't take any more", from Samantha and after telling Miss Brown to hold her for a minute I ordered her to the back of the stage to stand with her hands on her head and her back to the hall so that everybody could see what happens to pupils who use the school as a brothel."CRACKKK...."
A very chastened and white faced John then presented himself and the height of the horse had to be raied by several inches. He stepped out of his trousers, slipped of his underpants and bent over the horse. I riaded the tail of his shirt so that the cheeks of his arse were fully exposed. As a boy they were not as full as those of Samantha but the target area was large enough for me to work on. If I had been hard on Samantha I was determined to be even harder with the boys and so I had one of the male teachers standing by in case he jumped about.
I lined the cane up with a tap and then "CRACKKK....", exploded it across both buttocks with great force. John shook himself but didn't murmur. Again "CRACKKK....", and again "CRACKKK....", the next two strokes whipped into the same area raising welts even quicker than on Samantha. I raised my aim for the fifth and sixth strokes "CRACKKK....", "CRACKKK....", so that he now had weals for nearly six inches up his bum. By now he was beginning to make noises, not yet crying but certainly beginning to get emotional and I wopndered how long it would be before I had to have him held down. Again I moved across to the other side, experience had shown me that the major punishment is caused by the tip and it is important to make sure that the whole area is fully dealt with. I now started on the next five stroke. "CRACKKK....","CRACKKK....", six and seven were laid across the top of the buttocks to help to deliniate the target area. "CRACKKK....","CRACKKK....","CRACKKK....", eight, nine and ten were within the rea which was now puffed and very red. The marks of the cane could be seen in all their glory as they changed hue from white to red and then to purple. By now John was showing signs of distress and beginning to cry so I nodded to Mr Phillips the male teacher to hold him while I finished his punishment.
Returning to the other side I again determined that the last strokes would be particularly sharp and so I studied the area which had been most punished. Clearly it was center and below so I sent the next three strokes "CRACKKK....","CRACKKK....","CRACKKK....", in rapid succession into this area. John was now calling out for me to stop but I was adamant that if the girls could take the punishment then so must the boys. I therefore raised my cane and "CRACKKK....", number fourteen was laid on with extra ferocity before, as with Samantha, I lashed the kllast one down diagonally across the buttocks to make sure that it crossed all the other weals. At this John screamed in agony and escaping from Mr Phillips danced around on the stage trying to comfort his bum cheeks. I pulled him up short and sent him to join Samantha in her discgrace at the side of the stage.
Now it was the turn of Mary but you have heard this all before.................