When our youngest daughter, Teri, left school, it was the end of an era.
No more delivering and collecting kids from this school activity or the after class detentions.
After class detentions, we would have welcomed those when I was at school, instead of the beatings, which were handed out wily nilly.
Don't get me wrong, I am not saying we did not deserve to be punished but in my case it was always a multiple of spankings.
Our school had what was called an open policy. It was a new innovation of the wonderful 60's.
All classes were mixed, which made all punishments open to both boys and girls.
I remember one incident involving 2 class members. The teacher was Miss Jarvis.
She was a 50 something year old spinster. Hair in a bun and a buttoned up blouse and she always wore a thin blue skirt.
Our class was mainly 18 year olds, in their last year with odd student who had gone 19.
"Kelly Allerdice come to my desk." This always meant trouble.
"You were seen by a playground monitor entering school over the playing fields.
You know this is contrary to school rules don't you?"
"Yes Miss Jarvis."
Miss Jarvis moved her chair in front of her desk.
"Right young lady knickers off and over my knee."
Kelly immediately lowered her regulation green knickers to the floor and stepped out of them hanging them on the backrest of Miss Jarvis's chair.
She placed herself over Miss Jarvis's knee.
Miss Jarvis wasted no time; she lifted Kelly's skirt up and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt.
Kelly's bottom was facing the whole class and you could see her wince when Miss Jarvis's next instruction came, "legs apart Kelly."
Kelly was 18 and very well developed.
As she spread her legs there was a transformation from a cute hairy slit to an open cavern, all pink and in creases.
Miss Jarvis had started, when she spanked she took no prisoners. Girls got exactly the same as boys and Kelly was soon blubbering and by the time 40 spanks had arrived she was a heartbroken naughty schoolgirl.
"Stand up Kelly, stand in front of the black board, Alice Jones."
Alice new she would be called as the playground monitor was an old adversary and had it in for her. Alice had once told tales on her for smoking. A grave sin, the punishment was a caning in font of the whole school assembly on the stage, bottom to the audience.
You had to change into your gym outfit if you were to make a star appearance. The girls wore their regulation green knickers. Green skirt and a white vest top which allowed nothing to the imagination for well-built girls.
The playground monitor had to march onto the stage with 2 the other girls accused.
The routine was, the girls removed their knickers, boys shorts, and stood facing the curtain with your back to the audience till assembly was over.
The skirts were very short and you could see the hot cross bun shape as their legs met their bottoms.
After the morning assembly, in, any other business, each girl to be punished had to climb up onto the punishment horse in turns, an adapted vaulting horse.
She would grip the 2 handles over the other side thus pushing her bottom pointing skywards. Her legs then had to be on either side of the punishment horse legs.
The young kids at the front of the assembly must have thought it was heaven, seeing girls of 18 showing their slits to the school.
Further back it was harder to make out the images but imagination is a fantastic thing and most of the older boys needed constant cock in pants adjustment.
Once in position the head master, Mr. Bell told the pupils the crime and the amount of strokes to be administered, usually six. In this case it was 10 as it was a second offence.
He let the first stoke go to a silent hall. Everyone heard the swish as it cut through the air and the thwap as it hit naked skin followed 3 seconds later by a scream.
He gave her 10 vicious strokes, evenly spaced as if done by a ruler, he was an old hand at caning and made sure that with a school of 1300 pupils that he got a regular supply, mainly in his office.
No one dare jump up from the horse as the punishment for that was being tied by hand and legs with the straps fixed onto the horse, and a double punishment and a repeat the next morning.
Next, came his instruction, the first girl removed herself on shaky legs and immediately put her hands on her head, a spanking on the already stripped bottom was punishment for not abiding to that rule. She was an emotional wreck with free flow tears and earth shattering sobs.
It was unfortunate for her as her left tit had released itself from its chamber and was hanging over her vest top, what a result for the front row. You could see the boys fidgeting as hard ons took over their bodies.
The next girl assumed the position and was given six cuts of his cane. She was a change for the front row as she was blonde. We could not see her hairs but they could, but we could all admire her gaping slit.
She too was stood in front of the pupils whilst the last girl, of African descent took her place.
She also assumed the position. What an arse and what a covering of hair, how does she pee through that my mate said?
She got her six and she too lost a tit, a real beauty.
New to me was this anatomy. A black tit with a jet-black nipple, what fun to be in among them two I thought.
The head told the audience the show was over and we were all dismissed.
The head master told the three girls they had to stand at the front of the stage face the curtain and touch their toes. This was to show all what a cig would earn them.
They could not stand or touch their bottoms until the hall had been cleared and their form teacher came for them.
After a stage punishment all the children filed out in front of the stage to see for them selves how harsh it was if you broke the rules. All the young boys had tent poles sticking out in front of their pants as they glanced at the upturned girls.
The girls on the other hand walked slower to get a good view of each girls treasure. Even the girls from older years who had seen it all before took their time viewing from every angle.
I found out some years later why, a boy will see at least one and hopefully many slits in his lifetime from every advantage point. A girl who owns one may never have the chance to see other slits shapes and sizes as it is difficult to see your own and they all look the same from the front.
I have never thought my self as lucky but guess who was in the chair party, putting chairs away after assembly, on that day?
All the chairs stacked under the stage so I got a special viewing. The black slit mesmerized me.
I thought it was beautiful; the contrasting colours of each crease and fold, the bright pink of the inner lips the shock of dark black curly hair and her tit hanging down with her pronounced nipple almost touching the floor.
It took about 10 minutes to finish our task and just before we left Mr. Crane came into the hall, he was the girls form teacher.
He went onto the stage to the 3 still sobbing girls.
He asked them all to step forward 2 paces. He then landed an almighty spank on each girl's bottom. Went back to the beginning and did it again.
In total 5 full bloodied spanks. This brought more tears and screams to the girls.
Stand up, he instructed, if you ever bring shame to my form again you find yourselves over my knee every day for a week, do I make myself clear?
"Yes Sir" came the crying response.
He slapped the 2 girls who had their tits out fully on the nipples, right put those away and follow me.
You can all leave your knickers off too; it will save me a job this afternoon when you are in detention.
He left the room with 3 sorry, sobbing girls following him.
So my plan was to find an excuse between now and home time to be able to spy on his detention class, I still had not had my fill of girls naked bottoms.
Got it, I asked Brian Paikes if he would swap his plant monitor job he was doing tonight with me for tomorrow night. I told him in had dental appointment.
"Sure no problem," he said.
I planned my campaign; all the plant monitor did was cut off dead leaves and flowers and feel if the soil was dry.
During morning play time and dinnertime I sorted all the plants needs so I was free after school.
The classrooms were one big hall separated by sliding doors to make 3 separate classrooms.
When the bell went for home time I went to the potting shed and picked up the mini watering can and the wastebasket.
I left for the potting shed then opened the two sliding doors slightly of the middle classroom.
I could squeeze through the first door and the second door just gave me a view of his desk at the far end of his room. As I sat waiting the whole school fell into silence.
I tip toed into the middle classroom as I heard his voice get louder.
He told them again of the shame and embarrassment they had all brought on his form and he did not see why he alone should be embarrassed.
"Right girls strip."
All three gasped together but a second later were removing their gym vests. What would they take off next?
What does a girl think is her most private possession, her tits or her slit, I was about to find out, tits or slit, slit or tits.
I would have guessed wrong it was their slits.
Each girl removed her bra next then her gym skirt, they had already left their knickers off.
Trainers and socks too, I said strip and he slapped the girl nearest to him hard across both bare cheeks, now hands on heads.
Wow
"Now jog around the classroom."
Feel the embarrassment as I look at three pathetic naughty girls running round naked with their hands on their heads and their tits sticking out.
As they approached his desk he said stop.
Each pick up one trainer.
