Corporal Punishment was not commonplace at my school. The weak moments in my school life justifying punishment were dealt with mostly by tedious excercises such as learning verses of poetry or writing essays.
I received punishment in front of the class once, ruler to hands. I received the slipper once from the headmistress in the privacy of her office. However, the one moment in my school life I will always treasure (though not at the time) was a strange series of events after gymn class one day.
After gymn, we were expected to shower, in the bare. This particular day I rushed through the showers (we enter the shower area, pass to the left of a dividing wall, receive the jets of warm water as we walk around the wall, exciting at the point of entrance). I was spotted by Miss James, she told me to go around again properly. Unfortunately, it seemed my second trip around was no more satisfactory than the first.
She stood over me while I towled myself dry. Without allowing me to even partially dress she ordered me back into the gymn, where she ordered me over a small jumping horse. Miss James applied a small number of strokes to my poor bare backside with a metre rule (sorry I cannot remember how many) I did not cry. She told me to stay in place, which suited me for the moment because I did not wish to face my class in this state.
My true punishment came perhaps one minute later, when, after the bell sounded for change of class, I became aware of another class entering the changing rooms and looking at me through the doorway. I was then ordered back to the changing room to dress.
It is very strange, that although we girls more or less all saw each other naked or semi-naked at one time or another, it is another thing to be the only one naked in a room (and with probably a very red/blue bottom to match my very red face).
In retrospect, thankyou Miss James, wherever you may be (if you by chance read this, I would enjoy hearing from you).
Marion, 45 years, english living in Holland, mostly submissive.