It’s Friday afternoon and after lessons I have been summoned to the detention class. Everybody

It’s Friday afternoon and after lessons I have been summoned to the detention class. Everybody knows what this means; I have collected my third warning during the term and I am due for a caning.

When I go upstairs for it, just in front of me the Headmistress and her deputy are reaching the building too.

They both take charge of the canings. Usually, the Head (on the left) deals with the senior boys like me and her deputy with the younger boys.

Both of them are reputed caners but the cane used on the seniors is heavier and the Headmistress likes to group together all her strikes on the crease, where they become more painful and cause lasting marks.

After one of her canings, the boys’ backsides look really like a wreck though what I noticed going upstairs behind her, is that her own backside looks really amazing.