Thanks to GlasgowGirl for spotting this little gem:
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In the 50's, six of the best was the order of the day for stepping out of line, guilty or not. Girls got it on the hand and boys on the rear end. The canes were whiplash heavy and supple after years of being soaked in linseed oil. They hurt parts no stiff cane could ever get to.
But it didn't stop there. If you were sent to the headmaster after dinner for fighting you knew what was coming. He invariably kept you waiting to keep the fear of God in you and owned the mother of all canes. Then when you turned up for the next class with a numb bum you got six more of the best for being late.
I earned the dubious record of having at least six of the best every day of the week. The last lesson on a Friday was PT and in the showers at the end of the day the other kids were aghast. The weal's on my ar** looked like a roadmap of Wyoming.
- Dirtpoor, Hardscratch farm, 27/8/2010 13:22
Attached to a number of disturbingly similar pocket-rubbing comments:
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In the UK in the 1980s, I still got smacked at school, had daily assembly and prayer, and taught the old fashioned way. Best years of my school life. Shortly after I left England, they abolished smacking. What do the modern-day schools teach kids up there, how to claim dole and pee on war monuments? Even our South African teachers (and here you're used to everything!) who go teach in the UK come back running, unable to deal with those monsters!
- Matt, South Africa, 27/8/2010 12:26