from the same cane that he used on the boys. "I'm going to keep out of trouble," she said, "I happen to like being able to sit down!"
Cathy said that she was not looking forward to showing the note to her mum. We all agreed and I suggested 'losing' them. But Jill told me there were tear-off portions to the notes which had to be signed by our parents and returned.
When I got home and mum read the note and examined my hand I was sent to my room to wait for dad. When he got home I had to bend over the side of my bed in my pyjamas and dad laid into me with his slipper until I was yelling and begging for mercy. Next day I found out that Cathy, too, had been spanked at home - in her case with a hairbrush.
Jill did try to improve her behaviour, but she couldn't help mucking about. She was sent back to Miss Wheeler on a few more occasions but she never did anything serious enough to justify being sent to the headmaster. As for me, I accompanied Jill on one of her visits and found out just how much two strokes from 'Biter' hurt.
One of the four of us, though, was fated to feel the headmaster's cane.
Rosie and I stayed on to the sixth form but the other two left. We both became, in common with many of our friends, committed Socialists. One fateful day the school received a visit from our local MP, a Conservative. Rosie and I decided that we would play a practical joke on him. We bought some red paint and daubed it on his car, a Daimler.
The headmaster was furious when he was told about it and an immediate investigation was started. Red paint was found on Rosie 's clothes. She couldn't come up with an innocent explanation and was sent to the headmaster. I was terrified that my part in the business would come out, although I knew Rosie wouldn't give me away unless she had to.
Rosie reappeared after her visit in the middle of an English lesson. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists at her sides. She limped to her desk and stood in her place without even trying to sit down. The teacher asked her if she would prefer to stand for the remainder of the lesson and she nodded. I could see she had been crying and was still very close to tears. No-one laughed or made remarks because it was so obvious just how much Rosie was hurting.
After that lesson lots of us tried to found out what had happened, but she would not say anything to anyone. She didn't stay for the rest of the lessons that morning, but went home and took the rest of the day off. After school I went round to her house to see how she was.
At first Mrs Hardy would not let me in butt I asked her to tell her daughter that it was me and then I heard Rosie 's voice calling me up to her room. Rosie was lying face down on her bed wearing a nightie . I thanked her for not giving me away and asked her if it was wearing off. She got up off the bed slowly and said "Oh, Sandra! It hurt so much!"
She told me the outline of what had happened.
The headmaster had been very angry. He had called in his secretary as a witness and taken out a cane from a cupboard. Rosie said it was longer and thicker than Miss Wheeler 's 'Biter' and a darker brown in colour. He ordered Rosie to take a chair and place it in the centre of the room. He took his jacket off and swished the cane twice through the air. Then she was told to bend over the back of the chair and she felt the headmaster raise her skirt and slip out of the way so as to reveal her rather scanty knickers - which, according to Rosie , afforded her no protection whatsoever.
Then the caning started. Understandably Rosie did not give me a detailed description, but she said it was incomparably worse than anything Miss Wheeler had ever given us.
When it was over Miss Chilton , the secretary had to help her up as she could hardly stand. Miss Chilton had helped her out of the office and let her
Cathy said that she was not looking forward to showing the note to her mum. We all agreed and I suggested 'losing' them. But Jill told me there were tear-off portions to the notes which had to be signed by our parents and returned.
When I got home and mum read the note and examined my hand I was sent to my room to wait for dad. When he got home I had to bend over the side of my bed in my pyjamas and dad laid into me with his slipper until I was yelling and begging for mercy. Next day I found out that Cathy, too, had been spanked at home - in her case with a hairbrush.
Jill did try to improve her behaviour, but she couldn't help mucking about. She was sent back to Miss Wheeler on a few more occasions but she never did anything serious enough to justify being sent to the headmaster. As for me, I accompanied Jill on one of her visits and found out just how much two strokes from 'Biter' hurt.
One of the four of us, though, was fated to feel the headmaster's cane.
Rosie and I stayed on to the sixth form but the other two left. We both became, in common with many of our friends, committed Socialists. One fateful day the school received a visit from our local MP, a Conservative. Rosie and I decided that we would play a practical joke on him. We bought some red paint and daubed it on his car, a Daimler.
The headmaster was furious when he was told about it and an immediate investigation was started. Red paint was found on Rosie 's clothes. She couldn't come up with an innocent explanation and was sent to the headmaster. I was terrified that my part in the business would come out, although I knew Rosie wouldn't give me away unless she had to.
Rosie reappeared after her visit in the middle of an English lesson. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists at her sides. She limped to her desk and stood in her place without even trying to sit down. The teacher asked her if she would prefer to stand for the remainder of the lesson and she nodded. I could see she had been crying and was still very close to tears. No-one laughed or made remarks because it was so obvious just how much Rosie was hurting.
After that lesson lots of us tried to found out what had happened, but she would not say anything to anyone. She didn't stay for the rest of the lessons that morning, but went home and took the rest of the day off. After school I went round to her house to see how she was.
At first Mrs Hardy would not let me in butt I asked her to tell her daughter that it was me and then I heard Rosie 's voice calling me up to her room. Rosie was lying face down on her bed wearing a nightie . I thanked her for not giving me away and asked her if it was wearing off. She got up off the bed slowly and said "Oh, Sandra! It hurt so much!"
She told me the outline of what had happened.
The headmaster had been very angry. He had called in his secretary as a witness and taken out a cane from a cupboard. Rosie said it was longer and thicker than Miss Wheeler 's 'Biter' and a darker brown in colour. He ordered Rosie to take a chair and place it in the centre of the room. He took his jacket off and swished the cane twice through the air. Then she was told to bend over the back of the chair and she felt the headmaster raise her skirt and slip out of the way so as to reveal her rather scanty knickers - which, according to Rosie , afforded her no protection whatsoever.
Then the caning started. Understandably Rosie did not give me a detailed description, but she said it was incomparably worse than anything Miss Wheeler had ever given us.
When it was over Miss Chilton , the secretary had to help her up as she could hardly stand. Miss Chilton had helped her out of the office and let her
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