Bring Back the Cane

Parents: Bring back the cane to restore order

The department for education and skills commissioned Mori to conduct eight discussion groups with members of the public in London and Manchester to investigate understanding of key school reforms. It was hoped the findings would reinforce plans outlined in the recent Education Act to improve standards by creating “trust schools” and giving freedom to head teachers.


However, most people advocated a return to more traditional schooling methods. According to the report published yesterday, the key issue for the majority of parents was discipline.


“Many parents are of the opinion that discipline in schools has declined,” it said “They perceive there to be an increase in media reporting of attacks on teachers and other pupils and believe the problem stems from the prohibition of corporal punishment” Daily Telegraph 25 February 2007

Back in 2007 the likelihood of any government re-introducing corporal punishment into schools was extremely remote. Parents may well have been demanding it but no left leaning administration was going to take that step whatever the focus groups might have said. Four years later it was a very different story. Four years later, with a different party in government and with Britain’s withdrawal from the EU an idea that had seemed an impossibility had suddenly become a reality. For the first time in nearly twenty years schools had the power to discipline pupils as they saw fit. Inevitably it was the independent schools that embraced the new dispensation most enthusiastically.

One such school was Fairfield College, a girls’ school in Sussex. And so it was that at the teacher training day that preceded the start of the Lent term each member of staff was issued with a brand new rattan cane and given instructions to take it home and practice their swing on a cushion or pillow.

Katie Adamson ran the rattan cane through her fingers as she walked slowly up the lane towards the house that she shared with her friend and colleague Georgina Warner. That narrow rod brought back all sorts of memories and feelings. It had been two years since she had split up with James and yet things that reminded her of him always sent a shiver down her spine. And if there was one item, one object, that stood as a symbol for their relationship it was the cane. He had introduced her to it, schooled her in its use, taught her that pleasure and pain could be entwined together into one heady concoction. And now here she was holding a cane again, with the expectation that soon she would be called upon to use it. Strange how things sometimes came back into one’s life when one was least expecting them.

She turned the key in the lock of the front door and entered the house. The house was small but comfortable. It belonged to the school and was let to the two teachers at a peppercorn rent. From the bag dropped untidily in the hall Kate could tell that Georgina was already at home.

Kate went through into the lounge but was stopped in her tracks by the sight that met her eyes; she nearly laughed out loud. Georgina had placed one of the dining chairs in the middle of the carpet, had draped a pillow over the back of the chair and was thrashing the pillow with her newly-issued cane. She was going at it with some enthusiasm but with a total lack of skill. She stopped as she heard Kate behind her and turned, brushing a strand of fair hair from her face.

“This is bloody difficult.” She remarked “They never trained us in this at college.”

Kate grinned. “No they didn’t.” she agreed “But then no-one ever thought that they would really bring back the cane did they? You look like you’re having trouble – want some help?”

“Well have you got any more idea than I have?” Georgina asked.

Kate gave an enigmatic smile. “Let’s say that I might have a little more experience than you.”

Georgina’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “When?... I mean who?...”

Kate smiled again. “That’s my little secret. But if you want a lesson in the use of the cane then I’d be happy to oblige.”

Georgina returned her smile. “Thanks, I’d appreciate that. To be honest the thought of using it at the moment scares me silly.”

Kate put her own cane down on the coffee table and turned back to Georgina. “Ok..” she said “Lets give you a little lesson then.” She stood for a moment, hands on hips deciding how to begin. She made her decision. “First of all... where are you going to position your miscreant to be caned?”

“Uhmmm.... I guess I’m just going to tell her to bend over.” Georgina responded hesitantly.

“Yes.... touching your toes is one possibility.” Kate surprised her friend by bending over and doing just that. She grinned up at her. “Some of us find that quite easy.... others don’t."

Georgina stared at her.... in that position Kate’s skirt was stretched tight over her bottom showing off her wonderful shape and the fullness of her cheeks. Kate straightened up.

“It’s not the most stable position.” She remarked ‘”Quite easy to get off balance when the cane strikes home. Most people think it’s fairer to give a girl something to bend over.” She cast her eyes around the room noticing both the chair and the desk.

“One option… is always the back of the chair.”

She went over to the chair that still stood in the centre of the carpet. She pushed the pillow onto the floor, then positioned herself over the chair.... bending over the high back and gripping the legs at the front. For a second time Georgina was presented with a perfect view of Kate’s delectable rear end.

She stood up again. “Or” she continued “there’s always the desk.” She went across and bent forward over the desk, reaching across to grip the far edge.

“Now if you use the desk... you must insist that the girl dips her back and lifts her bottom... so that you get a proper target.” She demonstrated what she meant causing Georgina’s eyes to widen further in surprise. This time Kate didn’t get up but spoke from her position across the desk.

“Now Georgina... the first thing you do is to line up the stroke.... place the cane across the middle of the girl’s bottom.”

“Ok.”’ Georgina said, still standing there holding the cane and gazing at Kate.

“Go on then.” Kate urged her.

Georgina was startled.... surely Kate wasn’t suggesting...?

“Go on… place the cane across the middle of my bottom.”

Georgina swallowed hard and then stepped forward into position. She flexed the cane in her hands and then rested it lightly across the middle of Kate’s full cheeks. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

“Good.... now its a little like golf.... you don’t do a practice swing but you do do a few little taps just to get your eye in.”

Georgina hesitated then flicked the tip of the cane against Kate’s bottom three times.

“Yes that’s fine. Do that again... two taps and then instead of a tap, on the third time bring it down properly.”

“Are you sure?”

Kate turned her face and gave Georgina an encouraging smile. “You won’t learn otherwise... go on.”

Georgina gritted her teeth as though it was her who was about to get the blow..... she gave Kate two taps with the cane and then brought it down with a little more force.

Kate turned to look at her again. “It’s not going to have much effect on her if you do it as gently as that... do it properly.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Georgina protested.

“Just do as you’re told....’ Kate giggled mischievously “I’m the teacher here… you’re just learning.”

Georgina lifted the cane again... placed it across the middle of Kate’s bottom ... gave her the practice taps as before but this time brought the cane down as though she meant it. It cut the air with a distinct swish and landed across its target with a loud crack. The only reaction from Kate was a soft sigh.

After a moment she spoke. “That was better.... do it again.”

Georgina didn’t need any encouragement, suddenly she was enjoying herself, suddenly she felt a thrill. She raised the cane and brought it cracking down again.

Kate gasped and stamped her foot. “Mmmmm... you are getting the hang of it.”

She pushed herself up from the desk and turned to face her. Her eyes were sparkling.

“You’re a fast learner Georgina Warner.” she said softly. “Want to continue?”

“You bet I do!” Georgina said enthusiastically. “I don’t want to stop yet, I’ve only just got the idea.” She gave the cane a practice swish through the air. “How many can I give you?”

Kate giggled at the transformation in her friend. – nervous novice to caning enthusiast in two easy strokes! “As many as you like Georgina.” She said. “The only proviso being that whatever you give me I get to inflict on you.”

“It’s a deal.” Georgina grinned. She had got a taste of the thrill of caning someone and she didn’t want to stop; the thought of what it might be like to be on the receiving end hadn’t really registered.

“So how do you want me now?” Kate asked. “Still over the desk? Skirt up? Bare bottom?”

Georgina gulped at the thought of what Kate was suggesting. “Over the back of the chair I think.” She said after a moment’s hesitation. “And lift your skirt.”

“Yes miss.” Kate replied. She levered herself up from the desk and took a few paces into the centre of the room to stand behind the dining chair that Georgina had originally placed there. She reached behind her and lifted the back of her skirt, pulling it up over her hips to reveal her white cotton knickers. She went up on tiptoe and bent forward over the back of the chair. She felt her heart racing and the memories come flooding back – so many times she had assumed this position for James, it was his very favourite. She turned her head to look at Georgina and saw the glint in her friend’s eyes. “Would you like me to count miss?” she asked in a small voice. Georgina nodded.

Kate turned her head back to face front. She felt Georgina place the cane across the middle of her bottom, took a breath as the rod was drawn back and a moment later let that breath out with a gasp as Georgina brought the cane swishing down. The stripe across her bottom burned with familiar pain. “One miss.” She said softly.

For Georgina administering this caning was a revelation. She had been so nervous about the thought of doing this from the moment it had been announced that the school was re-introducing corporal punishment. But now, now that Kate had showed her what to do, now that she felt the thrill of the power of wielding that rattan cane there was no stopping her. Seven more times she brought the cane swishing down, thrilling every time to hear Kate gasp and call out the number.

It wasn’t the hardest caning that Kate had ever endured, far from it. But it was a long time since she had been caned and the sensations and feelings the punishment was provoking were intense. She wondered if Georgina might stop after eight strokes but her friend was getting carried away.

“Stand up.” Georgina ordered. “Lower your knickers, then bend over and touch your toes.”

Kate did as she was ordered. She slipped her knickers down to her ankles, stepped away from the chair then bent low and tight, presenting her red-striped bottom for further punishment.

The sight of those red stripes might have tempered Georgina’s enthusiasm, in fact they thrilled her and prompted her to even greater efforts. She brought the cane down harder causing Kate to cry out properly for the first time. “Nine… miss.” She managed to say after getting her breath back. Again and again Georgina laid on the strokes. Kate stayed down, gripping her ankles, calling off each and every stroke, deep in the space that James had taken her to so often.

At last Georgina paused. She looked at her handiwork, at the red stripes that criss-crossed Kate’s bare cheeks. She had never imagined that inflicting pain could be so satisfying. It was with some regret that she told Kate that she could stand up and pull up her knickers.

Kate straightened up and rubbed her bottom, feeling the raised ridges where the cane had bitten home. The last few strokes had been real stingers, proper strokes of the cane. They reminded her of the way James had caned her in the past and the way he had taught her to cane him in turn. Pretty Georgina, brushing her fair hair off her hot face again was about to find out quite what an expert Kate was. Kate eased her knickers over her sore bottom then let her skirt fall back in place.

“Thank you Georgina.” She said “You learned your lesson very well…” She picked up her own cane from the table and flexed it in her hands.

Georgina’s eyes opened wide as it suddenly dawned on her what she had let herself in for. Eighteen strokes she had given, eighteen stroke she would receive and from the look in Kate’s eyes it was clear that Georgina would receive no mercy.

Kate spoke softly but with real menace. “You’ve learned one lesson and now you are going to learn another … come here you naughty girl!”