This story comes from my early teens, when I attended a well-respected private school in the Indian city where I lived. My mother died during my birth, so I had never really experienced proper maternal care.
Subsequently, I was brought up by my grandmother during my early years. However, by the time of this story, she too had sadly passed away, and I was now left in the care of my father.
My father is a successful businessman so my daily care was largely left to the servants he employed. For myself, I found this period of my life quite lonely, though I generally did my best to amuse myself and remain busy with my school work.
Now, I should mention that the school I attended had not traditionally used corporal punishment to deal with misbehaviour or lack of academic progress. Corporal punishment was not actually outlawed at the time – the lack of it was more of a general school dynamic, I would say.
Then, one day, a new teacher arrived. She was attractive, in her mid-30s, and probably unmarried, as we did not see any vermillion mark in the parting of her hair. She had a pleasing personality but there was also something unshakeably domineering about her at the same time.
It soon became clear that our new teacher only spoke one language when it came to discipline – that of the cane. She carried a long, thin and flexible rattan cane wherever she went, and used it without mercy.
When our new teacher was in a good mood, it was a pleasure to be in her class, as her laughter rung out around the room. However, she did not let even the smallest mistake go unpunished and she would apply the cane to our bodies very firmly indeed.
This use of the cane on many children who had never before experienced such discipline ensured that she soon became the most talked-about teacher in the school, not only amongst the students but among her fellow teachers too.
Indeed, I understand that the principal had advised her not to use the cane. The teacher refused to do so, and threatened to resign if she was forced to change her methods.. As she had proven herself to be an excellent teacher, getting impressive results even within a short time, the principal was loathe to risk this and let the matter ride.
One day, the teacher entered our classroom and as usual, placed her cane on her desk. After the roll call was over, she ordered two boys to come out to the front.
I should add that these boys, name Saiyad and Sudhakar, were habitual troublemakers in class and in particular would intimidate girls and use sexist language. It appeared that on this particular day, they had totally overstepped the market and lifted several girls’ dresses to try and see their underpants, or naked bottoms if they wore no pants underneath as some girls did.
As the worried-looking boys came up to the teacher’s desk, they were ordered to remove their shirts and trousers. Naturally, they were horrified and initially protested, but the teacher told them that if they didn’t obey, she would undress them herself, and what’s more strip them naked.
Naturally, that threat ensured immediate compliance and soon both boys were standing before the entire class, dressed only in vest and underpants.
The teacher took the cane from the desk, bent it for a moment like a bow, then swung it through the air and began mercilessly beating the boys from top to toe. Shoulders, back, buttocks, thighs and calves were all soundly whipped.
The rest of the class was silent as stone – and the only sounds were the boys’ dreadful cries and the whistle of the cane as it was brought down time and again on their young bodies. This furious beating continued for almost 10 minutes. It was quite brutal, but I have to report that the punishment changed both boys’ behaviour for ever. This did not go unnoticed by the principal either, and he gave the teacher free rein to use the rod in future.
As for me, sitting on a bench at the front of the class I had witnessed the whole incident at close quarters. In some ways it was frightening but I also felt something that I had never experienced before in my trousers. For the first time in my life, a strange feeling occupied my mind – a desire to be on the receiving end of that cane.
It happened that my dad was also chairman of the school governors, and one day he invited this particular teacher for lunch at our home. Dad sent his car to pick her up, and we were waiting at the portico to receive her.
As she came out of the car, I felt my mouth fall open a little. My teacher looked entirely different to how I was used to seeing her at school. In class, she usually just wore a cotton saree with matching half-sleeve blouse, light make up and a simple flat sandal. But that Sunday she was fully made-up and wore a sumptuous purple saree and high-heeled shoes, topped off with a pair of stylish purple sunglasses. Forcing my mouth closed, I respectfully touched her feet to greet her, as per our traditions.
As there was still some time before lunch would be served, I was sent to my room while the adults got to know each other a little better in the lounge. My bedroom was actually next door to the lounge, and I had little difficulty in following their conversation through the thin dividing wall. I wasn’t really paying much attention until I realised that the conversation had turned to school affairs.
My father began by congratulating the teacher for beating Saiyad and Sudhakar. Word of the punishment had obviously reached his ears somehow – and also of its effectiveness. Dad congratulated my teacher for making an example of the two boys, and promised that the school’s corporal punishment policy would be reviewed at the next governors meeting, especially as many parents had expressed their approval of the caning.
The teacher replied that she was happy to hear that, and added that as part of her M Phil degree in psychology, she had extensively researched many papers and books regarding child behaviour.
“Children are not mature enough to know the difference between right and wrong,” she said. “If a child’s behaviour cannot be changed by counselling, then the cane it must be!”
She then mentioned that she had particularly made a study of a book called Spanking: Why, When, How? by Roy Lessin, and how it had inspired her to use corporal punishment on the children she taught.
As I listened on to the discussion, I could feel an erection forming in my underpants, and a few days later I sought out the Lessin book at the local library. I read it furtively in a corner of the library for many days, even copying out extracts from it into an exercise book, which I would later re-read in private and masturbate to. Here are just a few of the things Lessin had to say…
“Set in the context of a total child training program, spanking has a God-ordained place in the successful development of these little ones. The purpose of spanking is always positive – to produce a whole person, free from all faults and handicaps that hinder maximum development.
“It is, however, imperative that hands should never be used to punish a child as it is the symbol of love and care and an inanimate object should be used instead. The best such neutral object is a cane.
“The purpose of caning is to minimise harm to the body and inflict maximum pain. The cane should be relatively long and thin. Thin cane is less harmful but due to the light weight and more flexibility, it allows more swing in the air that hits powerfully. Stinging and burning is more in a thin rattan cane and delivers enough ‘warmth’ to the area where it hits.
“A rattan cane is a formidable implement used for disciplining erring children not only in India but also in other countries across south east Asia, like Singapore, Malaysia, China, Korea, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh etc. It’s used both by teachers and parents, especially moms at home. One can even find canes being sold openly in these countries. The mere sight of the cane can play havoc in the minds of the children, be it on the teacher’s desk or hanging on the walls of the home.
“Observing someone being punished with the cane creates a serious deterrent impact in the minds of the children who observe it. Also, the red lines or welts it creates over a child’s body (legs, thighs, hands) serve as a reminder not to repeat such an act. In the process, slowly and steadily, a continual improvement in the behaviour of the children is observed and the frequency of caning reduces with time.”
Back to that Sunday. My dad was listening to my teacher very carefully, nodding at times with appreciative gestures. When he asked her views on my own academic performance, she replied calmly and firmly: “Mriganka is in general an obedient boy, who listens attentively in class. He has never failed to complete and present his homework on time.
“However, he has the potential to improve further and I strongly feel that at the moment that potential is not being tapped – that may be because of the absence of personal care at home, which only a mother can provide.”
“Well,” my father replied, “would you be willing to help shape my boy further by tutoring him at home outside school hours?” There was a pause while my teacher considered the question. “Yes, I would be willing to help you – but I must be given an entirely free hand and be allowed to punish him if needed. That includes the cane.”
My father readily agreed to these terms, adding that he would arrange for the car to pick her up every day for my evening tuition sessions. As I listened on, my penis was rock hard in my underpants and I was again caught up in this strange desire to be punished by this beautiful lady.
So, that is what happened. She began teaching me at home as well as in school. She taught me with the utmost care and my academic performance began to show a marked improvement.
Even though – or perhaps because – she resorted to the cane for any serious mistake, I found myself slowly becoming closer to her, completely surrendering myself, and it is to these times I frequently return whenever I masturbate today.
Contributor: Mriganka