was i the only bloke to get slippered by a female teacher! not many of us around, unless you know differently?? i was 12 ish and headmistress used to slipper me with a white lace up plimsoll, a tatty old thing ,but boy it could hurt. so where are you? come on you know your out there?. true accounts only please.. phil

We know of a Miss Tozer who used to slipper both boys and girls in front of the class. She taught at Hodge Hill and Sheldon Heath Schools in Birmingham. There is a strange reference to her at Friends Reunited. The writer is female.


Iremember [sic] having the pump across my hands [!] and hitting them on the desk for writting [sic] a full stop in lesson [sic]

It is by no means unheard of for a female Headteacher to slipper male pupils.

However, such slippering Heads were rarely (if ever) the stuff of schoolboy fantasy.

As every one of us knows, senior teachers of either sex tend to be dragons rather than darlings.

My primary school Headmistress use to slipper boys and occasionally girls, as I found to my cost on one occasion.

Val

Details please, Val.

Thank you.

We had a teacher in primary school in Leicester, can't remember her name, who slippered. I got it once from her, i had been playing around in class, she told me off a couple of times, i ignored her, at break time she told me to stay behind I approached her desk she told me off again, produced her tennis shoe from her desk, grabbed my arm, put me over a desk and gave me three whacks.

Ok Concerned here goes.

I along with three other girls and several boy was caught playing in the schools old WW2 air raid shelters, which were strictly out of bounds.

We were marched down to the Headmistress’s office and lined up outside her door, whilst the teacher informed her of our misdeeds As there were to many of us to all get in her office, she came out and gave us a real telling off in the corridor. Then we were taken in one at a time and given the slipper, which was in fact an elasticated plimsoll, which was commonly referred to as “The Pump”

We all got Three of the Best, the one concession being that we only had to lean against her desk to be punished, where as the boys had to bend right over and touch their toes.

I remember the whole experience as being really frightening and of course painful. However afterwards I can remember felling really proud that not only had I had the Pump, but that unlike some of the others, I hadn’t cried.

Val

Thank you, Val, for such an interesting account. The reason I am ‘concerned’ is that we get so many fantasists on here. I don’t mean you, of course.

The only important detail missing from your message is the name of the school. I would guess it was a school in the midlands or the north. The term ‘pump’ is not used in the south.

"The only important detail missing from your message is the name of the school"

And the name of the Headmistress and the approximate date of the incident.

Sorry, I’m not prepared to post the Headmistress’s name on here, as I believe, although well into her eighties, she is still alive and I don’t consider that fair. I am therefore also not prepared to post the name of the school, as she could be identified on Friends Reunited.

However I can say that it happened in Birmingham, in the autumn on my last year a primary school so it must have been 1962.

Val

Val,

Us lot down here in East Grinstead are intrigued. Could you possibly give us a clue - such as the initial letter of the school - and then we can all try and guess that it was Bromford Junior where presided the fearsome Miss Roberts.

It would make a good game for this sunny bank holiday evening.

No clues have been forthcoming, but I don’t care. I’m going to jump right in, stay with the letter B, and say it was Mrs Bamforth at Barford Primary. She was a real old harridan who used to get visitors from the education department doing playground duty.

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There is not, never has been, and never will a legitimate reason for refusing to identify a school or a headteacher where neither was involved in anything illegal, immoral or remotely embarrassing.

An unnamed school therefore is, was and always will be a fantasy school.

Likewise, an unnamed headteacher is, was and always will be a fantasy headteacher.

I am very disappointed that Val has not responded. I like the way she writes and had hoped that she would have become one of our regular contributors.

Lotta is right, of course. On this forum we name schools and teachers.

As they used to sing:

It’s not unusual to get slippered on the bum,
It’s not unusual to get slippered up in Brum.

Val is allegedly one Valerie Giles, a 53-year-old married lady from Oxfordshire who works in Retail Administration.

Hobbies include posting messages on Yahoo's CPMemories site.

Thank you very much, Lotta.

Val’s profile can be seen at:

http://profiles.yahoo.com/valerie_g100

She is a very beautiful lady indeed.

She sure is beautiful. And if she weren’t a married lady I’d be on that 09.20 Virgin Express tomorrow to Oxford, calling at Haywards Heath, Gatwick Airport, East Croydon, Kensington Olympia, Reading and arriving at Oxford at 12.00 or probably some time next week.

Valerie is my kind-a woman in my kind-a town. At least it would be if that bastard Roger Payne didn’t work there.

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Hi, I occasional drop in to have a look at this board, but not so much nowadays as it seems to have gone very off-topic. I did however find this particular thread quite interesting, practically the postings from Valerie. It’s a pity that she would not name the school or teacher involved and that she (or he) appears to have disappeared off into the Ethernet, as I found her story very interesting

I also went to school in Birmingham at around the same as her and can confirm that corporal punishment for girls was quite common both in my school and others in the area. I can also confirm that she didn’t attend Lakey Lane Primary School as at that time we had a Head Teacher called Mr Burgess who use to cane us on the hands. By us, I mean the boys, as although he may have caned girls, I can’t recall him doing so. I can however recall him punishing girls on one occasion. Or teacher was off sick and Mr Burgess was standing in for him. For some reason long forgotten, about a dozen pupils, including several girls found themselves being summoned to line up at the front of the class. The rest of us were then treated to the sight of him going down the line give each of them 2 of the hardest whack with the ruler that I had ever seen. All but the toughest boys returned to their seat in tears.

This was by no means an isolated incident, as most as teachers used some form of corporal punishment to maintain classroom discipline. Most used the ruler, although a couple used the cane and one a wooden bat. Although boys were punished much more than girls, they got their fair share and I doubt that many made it through their 6 years at the school without feeling the ruler on their hand or the backs of their legs at least once

My main memories are of a teacher called Mr Mathews, I was in his class for 2 years and he was the first teacher to cane me. I was caught out of my seat, along with a girl who’s name I have forgotten, taking paper from the cupboard whilst he had gone out the room. He went straight to the other cupboard where the cane was kept and took it out. The girl who I remember as being a bit of a delicate thing with what in these more enlighten times would be called learning difficulties, burst into tears at the sight of it. However, he turned to her and said, “Luckily for you young lady I don’t cane girls”. She was allowed to return to her seat, whilst I got 3 across my backside.

However the “I don’t cane girls” bit wasn’t exactly true as I did later see him cane one girl. Her name was Rita (forgive me for not giving her surname). She was called to bring out her work for him to check and whatever she had done was not to his liking. The cane which had already been used that morning was still on display on his desk as a deterrent to others and to our and especially Rita’s surprise, he picked it up and gave her a quick stroke on each hand. He remained seated whilst he did it and the strokes were little more that “Love taps” but it reduced the poor girl to a flood of tears, probably more from shock than pain. I fondly remember this as being the only time in my school career that I actually saw a girl get the cane.

If you out there Valerie, please come back with more information and any other stories you may have.

I very much doubt if we shall hear from Valerie again. We get this sort of thing often and are therefore not bothered by it.

Valerie kindly included her email address in her contribution so that interested readers may contact her directly.

I never cease to be amazed at the gullibility of our otherwise intelligent readers.

By all means email 'Valerie'.

I'm sure he'll be delighted to string you along for years and years.

I got quite excited gazing at the picture of Valerie last week. It was only this evening that I realised it’s a bloke in drag!

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And why is a very short man punching her on the chin?

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I was frequently slippered by female teachers at my Church of England junior school 1961-1965, touching my toes in front of the class, which sometimes included my twin sister. Also, for being too slow (the last) to climb out of the swimming bath, my female teachers made me touch my toes in front of the class of girls who were using the pool next, and smacked my bottom with a float.
I used to get the pump (the slipper) about 5 times a week from attractive, young(ish) female teachers.

The senior mistress at my school (all girls) was very effective with the slipper. I was once caught engaging in some immodest behavior and had to see her in her study. She invited me to bend over her desk. My skirt was lifted and I received 6 of the best across my knickers. Looking back, I suppose it was well deserved, but I did not appreciate it at the time.