Six Very Naughty Girls (14 page)

I asked Jill what Miss
Wheeler
had meant by her warning about the headmaster.
 
She explained that girls were only rarely sent to see him, but that when they were they got at least six whacks on their bottoms from the same cane that he used on the boys.
 
"I'm going to keep out of trouble," she said, "I happen to like being able to sit down!"

Cathy said that she was not looking forward to showing the note to her mum.
 
We all agreed and I suggested 'losing' them.
 
But Jill told me there were tear-off portions to the notes which had to be signed by our parents and returned.

When I got home and mum read the note and examined my hand I was sent to my room to wait for dad.
 
When he got home I had to bend over the side of my bed in my pyjamas and dad laid into me with his slipper until I was yelling and begging for mercy.
 
Next day I found out that Cathy, too, had been spanked at home - in her case with a hairbrush.

Jill did try to improve her behaviour, but she couldn't help mucking about.
 
She was sent back to Miss
Wheeler
on a few more occasions but she never did anything serious enough to justify being sent to the headmaster.
 
As for me, I accompanied Jill on one of her visits and found out just how much two strokes from 'Biter' hurt.

One of the four of us, though, was fated to feel the headmaster's cane.

Rosie
and I stayed on to the sixth form but the other two left.
 
We both became, in common with many of our friends, committed Socialists.
 
One fateful day the school received a visit from our local MP, a Conservative.
 
Rosie
and I decided that we would play a practical joke on him.
 
We bought some red paint and daubed it on his car, a Daimler.

The headmaster was furious when he was told about it and an immediate investigation was started.
 
Red paint was found on
Rosie
's clothes.
 
She couldn't come up with an innocent explanation and was sent to the headmaster.
 
I was terrified that my part in the business would come out, although I knew
Rosie
wouldn't give me away unless she had to.

Rosie
reappeared after her visit in the middle of an English lesson.
 
Her hands were tightly clenched into fists at her sides.
 
She limped to her desk and stood in her place without even trying to sit down.
 
The teacher asked her if she would prefer to stand for the remainder of the lesson and she nodded.
 
I could see she had been crying and was still very close to tears.
 
No-one laughed or made remarks because it was so obvious just how much
Rosie
was hurting.

After that lesson lots of us tried to found out what had happened, but she would not say anything to anyone.
 
She didn't stay for the rest of the lessons that morning, but went home and took the rest of the day off.
 
After school I went round to her house to see how she was.

At first Mrs Hardy would not let me in butt I asked her to tell her daughter that it was me and then I heard
Rosie
's voice calling me up to her room.
 
Rosie
was lying face down on her bed wearing a
nightie
.
 
I thanked her for not giving me away and asked her if it was wearing off.
 
She got up off the bed slowly and said "Oh, Sandra!
 
It hurt so much!"

She told me the outline of what had happened.

The headmaster had been very angry.
 
He had called in his secretary as a witness and taken out a cane from a cupboard.
 
Rosie
said it was longer and thicker than Miss
Wheeler
's 'Biter' and a darker brown in colour.
 
He ordered
Rosie
to take a chair and place it in the centre of the room.
 
He took his jacket off and swished the cane twice through the air.
 
Then she was told to bend over the back of the chair and she felt the headmaster raise her skirt and slip out of the way so as to reveal her rather scanty knickers - which, according to
Rosie
, afforded her no protection whatsoever.

Then the caning started.
 
Understandably
Rosie
did not give me a detailed description, but she said it was incomparably worse than anything Miss
Wheeler
had ever given us.

When it was over Miss
Chilton
, the secretary had to help her up as she could hardly stand.
 
Miss
Chilton
had helped her out of the office and let her stand in her own room for a while to try to recover until the headmaster came out and angrily told her get off to her lessons.

I asked
Rosie
if I could see the marks.
 
At first she was unwilling, but I reminded her that I was quite likely to be collecting marks on my own bottom soon if anyone found out about my involvement.
 
She agreed and
lay
down on her bed again and let me raise her
nightie
.
 
Her bottom was covered by ugly purplish-bluish marks with raised
weals
running through them.
 
These swollen ridges were about a quarter of an inch high, and where they crossed I could see awful bruises emerging.

Rosie
did not come to school next day and could still hardly sit down when she did return on the next day.
 
It was over a week before she could sit down properly, and even then she told me that it still hurt.

I was really worried for the first few days that I would be found out and be caned like
Rosie
.
 
But as time passed I realised that I had escaped.
 
I was obviously relieved but at the same time felt guilty that
Rosie
had suffered so much while I, just as guilty, had escaped.