Is it me?
Part 1 “Gentle Beginnings”
I find it hard to remember the exact order of events all those years ago, everything I am going to tell you happened, just maybe not in the exact order that I tell it. I had a happy middle class childhood, being born into post war Britain, rationing was just ending, work was plentiful, kids were on the whole well behaved and discipline at school was real!
I must have been 7 or 8 when I first got into trouble at school, I kicked a ball through a window, I was summoned to the Headmaster. Justice was swift, 6 strokes of the slipper for the first offence. However I had to watch as other boys received harsher punishments as they were no longer first offenders. The system was 6 with a slipper (trainer you might call it today) for the first offence, then 6 with a cane, then 6 with a cane with trousers and pants dropped. I watched with horror as Alan, one of my classmates had to drop his pants in front of us, the assembled miscreants, bend over with his legs apart holding his ankles and suffer 6 stinging strokes of the cane. I had thought that he would die of shame, and burst into tears. Not Alan, he smiled all through it and the amazing thing was his “willie” changed! It grew before my very eyes! Funny thing was so did mine, a new experience to me.
When I got home I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a second spanking, for being so stupid as to say anything.