I was talking to a dear friend; she shared the fact that she was corporally punished at school growing-up. It sent my mind reeling.
Imagine that you are a “sixth former” which in the English school system is for pupils about seventeen and eighteen, like seniors in our system. You have been a habitual offender, called up frequently in front of the class to have your skirt lifted and have the seat of your knickers paddled soundly with the plimsole slipper. This hasn’t cured the problem, so an assembly of the entire school is called. You are brought out on stage, instructed to face away from the audience, bend over, where your knicks are summarily lowered. Between your legs you see friends and foes alike staring avidly at all your charms as the headmistress lectures. Then “six of the best” are applied with a cane to your proffered buttocks. You try not to cry out or cause a fuss, but by the end are sobbing and begging for mercy. Funny how this act became so prominent in your fantasy-life.
A little more than a decade goes by. You’ve met a wonderful man, an American fascinated with all things British. You find yourself bare-bottomed and bent-over in the center of his living room. He’s wielding a rattan cane (quite expertly, you note). What was supposed to be a sixer continues with twice as many stripes, but now you are not complaining. Amazing how the passage of years has changed your paradigm. What was once a horrific incident has now become the sexiest thing you could share with your lover. Maybe that’s because you know the “afters” will be exceedingly sweet. “Afters” are what you both call the after-effects of the caning, your aroused sex, his equally erect member, the joining of the two, the joining of you two. Life has a funny way of completing a full circle like that.