Hi Everyone,

I have just stumbled on this web site. Cannot believe it as I have always been interested in School CP and what happened to me as a kid. Had no idea there were any reference points as good as this on the net.

I am 34 and stay near Glasgow. At school the belt was in use a lot. Primary school was a bit different. They had the belt but I never saw it given until P6. Up to then I/we were spanked. Often by the headmistress. When I was in my late teens I went out with a girl whos Mum was a teacher. Its a long story but I eventually became the owner of her Mums school implements! Jackie wanted rid of them when she died so I do have a 2 and a 3 tail lochgelly. Never had the nerve to try them!

Love to chat so please e-mail me.

James.

Hello James!

Most of the members here are from the Home Counties, so it would be good to have the input of someone from Scotland.

Would you tell us about your experiences under the Scottish education system?

Hi,

Thanks for the reply. The most memorable punishment I ever got was in P2. I will never ever forget it. As it happens i wrote an account of it a while ago and saved it so its easy to reload. I have cut and paste it below. I hope I did not make it sound too dramatic or unbelievable. Its true.


As a young boy, going to school in Scotland in the early 70s, I was punished quite a lot by my teachers. These punishments included spanking, gym shoe, and the strap (tawse). Punishments were sometimes given bare, over underpants or for minor wrong doing over trousers. This was in primary school.

Of all of these beating the most memorable was the first. I was about 7 years old when one of my class mates told my teacher how I had thrown a stone at him in the playground. There had been repeated warnings about this sort of behaviour and I knew that I was in trouble but did not expect what was to follow.

Without warning my teacher grabbed me and led me from my classroom. She told me that she was taking me to see Miss Stewart, the Assistant Headmistress who looked after all the younger children. It seemed like a very long walk across the main hall to her office. My teacher knocked on the door and led me in.

Miss Stewart was a woman in her early 60s. She sat behind an old fashioned wooden desk while my teacher told her what I had done. Miss Stewart then told my teacher that she could return to her class and that she would take care of me. Miss Stewart questioned me about the incident and I denied that I had thrown the stone. Of course, I was wasting my time.

She told me that because this was such a serious matter she was going to give me the belt. I was terrified. I had never even seen a school tawse, let alone been on the receiving end of it. I had only heard rumours about its use from older boys. Miss Stewart opened a drawer in her desk and brought out a long brown leather strap with three tails and laid it on the desk in front of me.

By this time I was in tears and pleading her not to use the belt on me. I was promising to be good from now on. Miss Stewart started to tell me how every child who was strapped got a letter sent home to their parents telling them. This scared me even more, as I knew that I would get an even worse punishment from my parents.

I begged and pleaded with the tears running down my face until eventually Miss Stewart relented and agreed not to belt me. She said that my name would go into her "Little Black Book" and if I was ever sent to her again, it would be the strap for sure. Then she said that I could not be allowed to leave her office without any form of punishment and I was told that she would smack me instead.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Every child has had a smack at some time or another. How terrible could this be? A few moments and it would all be over. Or so I thought.

Miss Stewart got up from her seat and came round to my side of the desk. She pulled up a chair and sat down. I turned round facing away from her, ready to feel her hand hit my pert bottom. She just laughed at me. As I turned round to see what was wrong she said: "You don’t think I am going to smack you like that, and through those trousers do you?"

With that she pointed to the top of my trousers and told me to undo them and let them drop to the ground. I was shaking but did as I was told. I think I was to frightened to do anything else. The next thing I remember was her cool smooth hands slipping inside the waistband of my underpants and them being taken down.

I stood there naked in front of her and she pulled back her skirt. She pulled it right up almost to her waist. I could see her stockings and the bare pale flesh above them. Then I was pulled over her knee and the spanking began.

I must have been there at least 5 minutes. I cried and cried and my bare bottom burned as her hand flashed up and down. She was obviously an expert in her field.

When the spanking was over I was allowed to stand up and remember being told not to pull up my pants until I was told I could do so. Then I was allowed to return to my class, still with tears running down my face. That was a day that I will never forget and it started a very morbid interest in corporal punishment, both to myself and my class mates.

James,

Your story is either a brilliant satire on the painfully obvious fantasies that appear all too frequently on CP forums or you're just another very silly man who needs to get a life and stop insulting our intelligence with your excrutiatingly improbable reminiscences.

Hi,

Like I said I wrote this as a story sometime ago. I admit the format its written in may make u doubt it but I used it as I did not have the time to write it all out again.

I can promise you that it is 100% true. However since this is the way that you welcome people to the site I will not be back.

And there I was thinking we'd found a wonderful new satirist and all we'd found was another self-deluding one-handed typist with a very poor idea of what reasonably intelligent people are likely to believe.

Oh, well.

Never mind.

James,

Keep posting! I enjoyed your story.

Do you have any F/f detention stories? To tell them would certainly endear you to our Queen, who is at present on holiday in Burnley.