Having been chucked out of the Tyler Racing thread we have had to take our exciting milk at school, class monitor and what Dadpole saw behind the bike shed stories elsewhere.....Ironically by a Yorkshireman from middle o road in paper wrapped up in string....
E by gum lad. Taking time out from working 23 hours 't mill are we?
What I saw? Shall I post the photos?
we had a third form teacher called wacko....caned the entire class one day...6 of the best each..........
What's string?
We had the whole class caned too...we used to get caned every day.Maths test,all those who failed were caned.But 6 of the best didn't mean that much really - they weren't allowed to draw blood,and I've had a bloody arse on just two.Power play - he knew he really hurt me,I knew I could get him into trouble.To do 6 they wouldn't hit so hard.
being Caned, nothing to it , one term we had a competition to see who could get highest score.
Notches on the belt - we had guys who were onto their second belt. What really worries me,is that after we were caned,we'd go into a shower or locker room and drop our pants to show our marks.It wasn't until I was a little bit more experienced in life that I realised there were some who were very into looking at bruised bums.
boys only school ?
french teacher at my one of my schools would cane you if you spoke english in his class then there was and all black prop at my other school who would take you toi the squash court and run up cane you then walk slowly back to the other end and cane you again his min of wacks was 3 after the 2nd ya butt was burning the best was the history teacher put ya head under the door handle so if you flinched you wacked the back of ya head on that They were both all boys schools
They were both all boys schools No surprises there.... I sent my boys to a state school as no way were they going to the sad Catholic schools I went to. I was as boarding school for a year in 75 ( my parents hated me)....and the guy who ran the form 3 and 4 boarders used to like watching us all in the showers.....y'know the open plan type showers you see in movies...just a row of shower heads............. years later on a building site I ran into a fellow boarder......he told me some eye watering stories........gulp......lucky I had buck teeth and pimples.... He also had a WW2 truck and would wake us up a 5 am....drop us all 'somewhere' and we had to run back to the school. Another boarder used to go home on the weekends do a bit of breaking and entering and sell all the stuff at school ......
One of our PE teachers used to take a run up as part of his caning ritual, however when he got to a certain point the canee was allowed to run too, if you made it out the door before he got you, then he didn't whack you. Not many made it. But it was great sport for the watching crowd
our PE teacher would make you hang off the floor on the bars on the side wall of the gym.....he then caned you in that position....and remember this was the 70's and we wore those nylon shorts.....
wacko our maths teacher would cane the whole class...but he would get wilder as he went....to the point where he no longer cared where he hit you...back..legs.....one day he broke the cane on a boy just in front of me....he made us wait while he stormed off to get another cane!!.....HA!!...
i had a maths teacher in third form who smoked pot in class........and if it was a nice days would tell us all to fuck off...or on some occasions he even took us to the beach!!.....my fav was the day we got to class early and some guys started fighting...the class ended up being divided into two by upturned desks....with the two army's throwing chairs at each other....it was going well until the door was flung open and our teacher walked in!!...all went quiet.....he stared for a second...then jumped in behind one of the sets of desks and joined in the battle!!!
