The blazer remained on. I don’t recall ever having to remove any item of clothing when being caned at school. I can’t be absolutely positive but I’m almost sure if my memory serves me correctly that when the headmaster instructed me to bend over his desk i instinctively for some unknown reason lifted my blazer clear of my skirt as I bent over.

When the rest of the class had gone, she took me into the small science prep room, and said that she had intended to send me to the headmaster to be caned, but had decided to punish me herself. I was very relieved at first, because although I had never been caned, I knew boys who had and I knew that it would be awful.For serious or repeated misconduct we were caned, either by our form master or by the headmaster. I was caned six times at King's. On the last and most memorable occasion I got eight strokes off the headmaster, who was known as "God" because of his divine and omnipotent manner. This occurred on the last day of the second term in my Lower Sixth year, when I was 17 years old. My offence was failure to attend the annual Founders' Day service in a local church. Caned for not going to church? That sounds outrageous. I’m not sure why someone who is being punished should have to bend over to receive it. I know at my school it was always administered with the culprit bending over the headmaster’s desk or a chair. I suppose it would be effective in either position I know it was for me. Why I would do this l really have no idea but I’m fairly sure this is what happened. Apart from administering the caning he had awarded me the headmaster never touched my clothing. It was after about a week that I got into serious trouble. Mrs. Johnson had told us to get on quietly with work, and to make no noise, but I risked a whisper to a friend sitting nearby. Mrs Johnson noticed, gave me extra work and said that I would be punished severely if I spoke again.

I then feel my shirt tail being lifted and the cane placed gently for the first stroke. "I'm caning you to help you to remember to. .. (or not to...)...."When I attended secondary school in the early 1970s I was caned by my form mistress when I was in third year. There was detention every Thursday for an hour after school for girls whose names were entered in the detention book during the previous week. Teachers could put girls names in this book as a punishment. My English teacher put my name in the book on a Wednesday because I did not have my homework done and did not have the correct textbook in class. I did not turn up for detention. The following morning the form mistress came to my classroom holding a cane. She called me outside and brought me to a cloakroom at the end of the corridor. She then gave me two strokes on each hand. A stroke of this cane really hurt. Surely the main reason for bending over for a school punishment was so that the trousers would tighten against the bottom. In a standing position, there would be an air gap between the trousers and the bottom, which would impede a cane stroke.

One was Mrs Johnson, the new science teacher, who was a big, blonde woman in her late 30s. She took over from our previous science teacher who had been very strict, and she made it clear from her very first class that she intended to be the same. The first six were firm, with a nice gap between each and evenly spaced over her bottom. Carla was holding Katie’s face in her hands, looking into her eyes, and I loved how hot she found Katie’s reactions, how complicit this made her in the punishment. A few years past and I came across an online store selling legit spanking canes. At the time, it seemed like a good idea to buy a pair of rattan canes that were about 3/8″ in diameter. When they were delivered I immediately noticed the difference in size and weight and knew that it was going to be worse than the smaller cane I had bought years prior. I got caned once at school and I remember the deputy head (the head NEVER dished out canings at my school) lifting my blazer out of the way. The cane didn’t need to be used often and indeed corporal punishment stopped altogether by the time we were about 12 or 13, but every time we were taken to Mum’s room to bare our bottoms, we were taught a valuable lesson by that deceptively innocuous length of rattan.I’ve been playing with Katie, all be it irregularly, for well over two years now. There’s an intensity to our sessions, a wonderful sense of challenge. Given that I am always (well, almost always) holding the cane you might assume that I am the one challenging her: “Can you take this? How about harder? How about four strokes together?” I went through this earlier. Not being spanked while bending over but being put like that. Skirt up,panties on always frills and embarrassing,and left there. And I can ask for things,when it's a long time I will be bent over pillows on the couch (it's always in a common area). If I whine a lot I get a little spanking. Some of the most memorable punishments have started that way. It doesn't happen often but when it does....not even used as a threat. When it's time I'm stood up,hands on knees,and I get the belt. The few times a cane or similar is used it's then. I’d told Katie I was going to give her 18 strokes, but I let her choose the cane, giving her a measure of control over the severity of the caning. She dithered for a while, just as I would have done, then chose a serious implement, long and straight; exactly the type of cane Elita might beat me with. When it comes to bending over i like to bend over for self spanking and getting spanking from someone else. I took some PVC tubing I had in the garage and measured it to be just a little shorter than the cane. Then I used PVC glue to glue a PVC cap onto one end. After it dried, I just filled up the pipe with water and insert the cane in the open end. It doesn’t take much water and most of the cane is completely submerged in water. After 12 hours, I pulled it out and yes, it was working. The cane was taking on water and becoming heavier and more evil by the hour. I did a chart to see at what point it would reach its saturation.

Being very silly, I did just that and when my friend did not answer, I wrote a note and tossed it across – but of course it fell on the floor, just as Mrs Johnson turned round. She was extremely angry and told me to wait behind at the end of the class. I would not hesitate to lie over pillows on bed for strapping, because it is one of my strong fantasy's. To get the belt on my bare butt when over pillows on bed but done by trusted female spanko. I have enjoyed reading your blog as someone who has had some experiences with this and yet more experience without it in relationships, so yours is something that brings me joy – to know that you both have found such a match. I am 60 and have been in a relationship for about 9 months. My partner finds it erotic if I spank her (I do so lightly) but only gives me a gentle swat or two if I ask. Full disclosure, women seem to be more open to being on the receiving end of spanking than I am to be open to receiving them (if I was dominant, wow, I’d have more options). I’m going to set up a three way session with the very skilled corporal punishment expert Miss Amy Hunter. On the other hand, many of our friends were in awe of Mum – she was certainly viewed as one of the strictest parents, possibly the strictest, in our little circle because she had actually gone to the trouble of buying a proper school cane (it had the familiar crook handle) and keeping it for her boys’ bottoms. Most of our friends got more homely, makeshift items such as the slipper and wooden spoon from their parents when they misbehaved.My school used to use physical punishment in the past, I think I heard they stopped about 30 years ago.