A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

11I did not take this news well but they gave mea choice. I could either bend over the back of the sofaunder my own steam or they would physically holdme down. Needless to say I bent over.I was so angry that the caning itself did notseem to hurt much. Once Ponsonby-Jones wasfinished and I was allowed to return to the upright Ifelt I had no option. I hacked her in the shins!This resulted in a second caning, which I mustadmit did hurt rather considerably, although I neverlet them see that.This ridiculous incident cultivated my seriousdislike for being formally punished which continues tothis day. I felt that it was ridiculous that these beyotch’shad the power to bend me over and beat myarse with a whippy rattan cane.My stay at the school was an unhappy one, Iwas at constant war with the Goddesses and gobbedthem at every opportunity. They, of course, thrashedme whenever they had a chance. I always felt theneed to retaliate with shin-hacking which alwaysguaranteed me a few more strokes.I actually remained enrolled at the school foralmost three years. I think that my father’s generousgifts of new libraries and extensions to the facilitieshad more to do with that than their desire to retainme as a pupil. After all my father probably had moreloot than the combined chaps of the aristocraticbumpkins put together.I was thrashed fifteen times during my stay.That may not seem a lot when compared to therecords of my dear chums Debs, Claire and theBounder but to put it in perspective most girls at the