A day in a training room next to a sixth form college.
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The girl who arrived late for school. Rushing, breathless and apologetic into the classroom. Her form teacher reaching into the risk, taking out and annotating a punishment slip. “Since this is the second time you have been late this term, go and report to the deputy head to be caned.”
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The group outside playing football. The complaint about noise to the headmaster from the managing director of the neighbouring business. “It will be dealt with.” Assembly the following morning: “The girls responsible are to report to my study to be beaten at morning break…”
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The football smacking into our window. Fortunately, no glass broken. But in my imagination… the girl responsible running off; her description being reported to the school secretary; her being called out of class, caned for damaging property and the punishment being doubled for her not having stopped to apologise.
The letter home to the guardian of the girl concerned, attaching the glazier’s invoice. His belt. Then being sent to bed in disgrace.
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The janitor’s room in boys’ toilets in the building I was in – itself a former technical school. A girl fucked in there by her boyfriend. Caught as she emerged back into the corridor. Refusing to name the boy. Being caned for being in the boys’ loos. Being told she would be caned again the following morning if she didn’t offer up his name.
The letter home explaining the situation. The whipping she would receive, especially when she refused to name him to her stepfather.
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The girl in the janitor’s closet against her will, with a group of boys, before school one morning…