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[greeng8s]

A little about myself. Why I am so turned on by cp is a mystery but it definitely goes back to my school days in an all-boys public boarding school in Kent. The cane was used extensively by prefects. One such prefect - my head of house - later played cricket for England and became a Conservative MP. He was a particularly ferocious user of the cane and most evenings there would be a queue of unfortunate miscreants waiting outside his study. Even the most minor infringements were seized upon as an excuse for a caning. For instance, only sixth-formers were allowed to go about with the buttons unfastened on their jackets. Lesser mortals had to fasten at least the middle button! I was caned more than once for breaking that ridiculous custom.

During my early time at the school - I was there for five years - I was caned most weeks for something. And even later I was caned fairly regularly - once for being caught in a pub and another time for being out with a girl from the town.

Each evening, after supper, a list would be posted of the names of those boys who were to report to the head of house. The list included the offence for which we were being summoned and anyone on the list knew that he was to receive the cane. We had to be outside his study at 9.15pm, in our pyjamas. (Lights out was at 9.30pm.) When he was ready the head of house would call us in; together if there was more than one of us - as was usually the case. The reason we were being punished would be briefly re-stated and then we'd be told to strip in readiness. So there we would be standing naked and wondering which of us would go first. I think most of us much preferred to get it all over with as waiting was hard on the nerves. Either way we watched, or were ourselves watched, as the punishments were meted out to us. Aside from the caning itself I think that for most boys one of the things foremost in his mind was the fear of crying and losing face in front of others. So we all tried hard to keep that typical British 'stiff upper lip'. Though I do remember occasions when that was simply not possible.

Whatever the offence the punishment was always six strokes; and there was no holding back. The strokes were as hard as the prefects could make them - and they hurt. They also left livid bruises which lasted several days and made sitting uncomfortable.



The strangest thing is, however, that after a time I found that I became aroused by it all; which added another dimension to things. I certainly didn't want anyone to see how it excited me but, being naked for most of the proceedings, it wasn't always easy to hide.

Most times after I'd been caned I slipped off to the loo so I could masturbate. And here I am, all these years later, still aroused by the idea of being caned or caning someone. In fact many of my best fantasies revolve around caning - usually with me caning women. I'm not gay but I do find cp sexually arousing and if role-playing with another man or woman I would hope that we could both agree on a mutually satisfying way of giving vent to our sexual feelings.

Regards

Brian (greeng8s)

[edwinspank]

I was very turned on by your account of school life and the many canings you got.I should be so lucky! My own passion for cp dates back to the frequent hairbrush spankings and strappings i got fom my father. When i misbehaved in any way, i was sent to my room, and told to strip for punishent. When eventually my father joined me he would find me naked over the bed end with the implements laid out ready. The best i ever got was 12 with the strap plus 4 extra for squirming.

After a tannng i behaved well for about a week, after which i got "strap starved" and deliberately misbehaved to get more.

At school only the head used the cane, and you had to be really bad to get it. Nevertheless, I made sure i got six of the best a few times.
The best thing at school was the friendship i formed with Peter, who shared my interest in cp. He loved to inspect my backside after i'd had the strap. One day i did something to annoy him and he decided to spank me himself. I was a willing victim and tok him to my home in the lunch hour so he could use my dad's strap.

It was the start of a relationship which lasted well into our adult life.


Look forward to hearing from you soon

edwin

[Leigh6]

I wish I was one of the boys waiting nervously outside the study!

[T J S]

Many thanks for those reminiscences - perhaps I was too well behaved at school: never got more than a slippering, but it left a mark! I so enjoy mutual non-vicious action and welcome any genuine contacts