a reply to: Freeborn
Man it really was brutal back in the day wasn't it!
Caned on the arse, I refused it every time. I remember the first time I said 'I don't give a # sir I am not bending over for you I'll #ing walk home
and you can expell me, I don't give a #' the head looked almost puzzled about what to do because even aged 12 he would have needed another two
teachers to restrain me enough for a caning on the arse and it would have been messy, I even threatened to bite if I had to.
He backed down and I had a savage caning on both hands, and yes I cried tears but I refused to sob and eyballed him all the time.
Word got around of course and after other older pupils defied the arse the same they backed down and offered the choice of arse or hands. I won the
mind battle that day and he knew it, I was hated by every teacher my whole school life but no matter, I won.
I was always shocked that some actually chose the arse saying it hurt less because wearing trousers, but to me it was never about the pain, it was
about the submission of bending over and taking it, I just couldn't do it, I had to eyeball whoever was inflicting physical violence, psychological
thing with me. I've remained the same all my life, probably explains why I can sometimes be a prick on ATS lol.
I'm same as you, many good school friends either dead from drugs and violence, or in prison long term.
It really was brutal back in the day though, and my son is almost in disbelief when I tell him my stories.
As brutal as it was though, it shaped me and I have had little sympathy for whining about bull# when my son was growing up, as such it has shaped him
and he is no snowflake. He despairs about some of the snowflakes in his generation.
This is an interesting convo topic...I've also got loads of funny stories from those dark days though