Fiction and non-fiction

Posted at 18:35 on 18 Oct 2011 by Pandora / Blake

Tags: cane, Fantasies, M-M, other pictures, school uniform, Vintage

Click to view BBC footage of a boy's school cross country run from 1948

I dreamed the other night about reading an autobiography of some (fictional) well-known man. My dream, of course, focussed on his school experience. The most memorable part was his recollection of cross-country PE. Long runs through beautiful green English countryside in horrible grey English weather. Icy wind and stinging rain that raised goose-pimples on your bare legs below your scratchy white shorts. And a sadistic PE master who would wait for you at a turning point, cane in hand - ostensibly to prevent the boys from getting lost, but missing no opportunity to slash at you across your damp, chafing shorts to encourage you along.

Because this was a dream, the same PE master could be waiting at every crossroads, snug in his warm blazer, applying a cane stroke to the seat of a struggling boy every few minutes during a 3 mile cross-country run.

I think I know where the dream came from. I'm still hobbling around on crutches after spraining my ankle last Wednesday, and when she was visiting over the weekend Adele Haze told us a story from an Australian autobiography she'd read - a true story, although I can't remember who told it - of a school teacher who delighted in caning the hands of the boy with the hurt leg with special relish, knowing he'd have to use his welted hands to make his way back to the back of the class on crutches. I shuddered when I heard it, sickened and unable to fetishise such targeted cruelty when I'm struggling so much with mobility at the moment.

Despite having loathed cross-country runs at school almost as much as I currently hate being unable to walk unaided, the school scenario of my dream appeals to me much more. Perhaps when I'm off the crutches my kinky brain will be able to appreciate the sadism of the true story, but in the meantime fiction suits me just fine.

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We had one of those sadistic PE masters. His slipper was bad enough, can't imagine what he'd have been like with a cane. Oh wait, yes I can...!

Having spent a lot of time on crutches I do sympathise. It's the inconvenience that's the biggest problem, not being able to carry things etc. Hope you get well soon.
I've often wondered why it's PE teachers who used to be the cruellest at school. Does the job attract cruel people or do they change once they become one? I first realised I was into spanking when I saw one of my female classmates spanked with a slipper over the vaulting horse by the games mistress. This was quite unusual because although corporal punishment was still in use in those days it was normally carried out in private. I still remember her squirming bottom in her tight red gym pants/shorts and to this day enjoy stories and pictures with sports background.

Absolutely, Simon - anyone who's spent time on crutches knows what it's like. Moving onto a single support was such a liberation. Being able to go to the kitchen, make tea and /carry the tea back to my desk/! Amazing.

I don't know about PE teachers, but I expect it's connected to the macho culture among sportspeople... and the fact that so many teenagers are clumsy, skinny and have a poor relationship with their bodies/have no interest in exercise, so they have to deal with a lot of resentment and disinterest from their students. I mean, I've come to a much better relationship with my body and these days I work out several times a week, but at school? I'd rather have had my nose in a book.

I saw one of my female classmates spanked with a slipper over the vaulting horse by the games mistress
Oh, be still, my beating heart!

I am now very upset that "I Can Jump Puddles" is not available on Kindle!

Hope the ankle gets better quickly. I hated cross country at school, rather get caned :)

Prefectdt

Me too! Both at once would be a special torture, though :)

Ah, brilliant! Thanks for the link. I'm not sure if I want to look it up or not! I probably will, though :)

Wow - amazing to find out how close my dream was to reality. I hated cross-country and would probably have earned myself the a whacking with the plimsoll if my school had been like that. And how I'd have hated it - already resentful, angry and vulnerable about being rubbish at sports, and then suffering a publicly humiliating, unfair punishment to boot! Still, as with many things that would be awful in reality, it makes for a great fantasy :)

I'm onto one crutch now... I can manage without them but if I do that all day it gets pretty sore by the end, so I'm better off with one. As sprained ankles go it's healed up surprisingly quickly; they aren't a trivial injury!

Talking at lunch, though?! Lunch had to be had in total silence? Wow. I suppose that isn't that surprising really but it wouldn't have occurred to me.

I do love the last person to get changed always getting the slipper. Horrible (did you ever get it?) but real fantasy fodder: the inevitability and impersonality of it, and the opportunity to earn yourself a punishment, if you were so inclined, without arousing any suspicion. Thanks for sharing these tidbits :)

The autobiography was by the Australian writer Alan Marshall. It was called "I Can Jump Puddles", and there was *lots* of other corporal punishment mentioned there.

(There's been a TV series made out of it, I wonder if any of the caning references made it in? http://aso.gov.au/titles/tv/i-can-jump-puddles/)

Ah, brilliant! Thanks for the link. I'm not sure if I want to look it up or not! I probably will, though :)

Wow - amazing to find out how close my dream was to reality. I hated cross-country and would probably have earned myself the a whacking with the plimsoll if my school had been like that. And how I'd have hated it - already resentful, angry and vulnerable about being rubbish at sports, and then suffering a publicly humiliating, unfair punishment to boot! Still, as with many things that would be awful in reality, it makes for a great fantasy :)

I'm onto one crutch now... I can manage without them but if I do that all day it gets pretty sore by the end, so I'm better off with one. As sprained ankles go it's healed up surprisingly quickly; they aren't a trivial injury!

Talking at lunch, though?! Lunch had to be had in total silence? Wow. I suppose that isn't that surprising really but it wouldn't have occurred to me.

I do love the last person to get changed always getting the slipper. Horrible (did you ever get it?) but real fantasy fodder: the inevitability and impersonality of it, and the opportunity to earn yourself a punishment, if you were so inclined, without arousing any suspicion. Thanks for sharing these tidbits :)

Hi Pandora
I can still remember school cross-country runs after 50 years Fortunately as I got older I became a good runner, but the first few were a nightmare and there really was a PE master waiting with a plimsoll ready for anybody who didn't try, or who didn't improve their times.
I still remember him whacking an unfortunate boy still dripping wet and naked just out of the shower for very little reason in front of the class.

Jim

Wow - amazing to find out how close my dream was to reality. I hated cross-country and would probably have earned myself the a whacking with the plimsoll if my school had been like that. And how I'd have hated it - already resentful, angry and vulnerable about being rubbish at sports, and then suffering a publicly humiliating, unfair punishment to boot! Still, as with many things that would be awful in reality, it makes for a great fantasy :)

I'm onto one crutch now... I can manage without them but if I do that all day it gets pretty sore by the end, so I'm better off with one. As sprained ankles go it's healed up surprisingly quickly; they aren't a trivial injury!

Talking at lunch, though?! Lunch had to be had in total silence? Wow. I suppose that isn't that surprising really but it wouldn't have occurred to me.

I do love the last person to get changed always getting the slipper. Horrible (did you ever get it?) but real fantasy fodder: the inevitability and impersonality of it, and the opportunity to earn yourself a punishment, if you were so inclined, without arousing any suspicion. Thanks for sharing these tidbits :)

Oh god Pandora - I didn't realise that you have been on crutches for the past week! It must have been a worse injury than first appeared - hope you get better and more mobile soon!
I was caned twice at school but nothing to do with PE. Once was for talking at lunch, and once when there were more than the regulation 2 pupils per train carriage on the way to my (very old fashioned) grammar school in London! Mind you that was back in the late 60s. I aso remember our gym teacher always giving six whacks of a slipper to the last person to leave the changing room after PE!

I'm onto one crutch now... I can manage without them but if I do that all day it gets pretty sore by the end, so I'm better off with one. As sprained ankles go it's healed up surprisingly quickly; they aren't a trivial injury!

Talking at lunch, though?! Lunch had to be had in total silence? Wow. I suppose that isn't that surprising really but it wouldn't have occurred to me.

I do love the last person to get changed always getting the slipper. Horrible (did you ever get it?) but real fantasy fodder: the inevitability and impersonality of it, and the opportunity to earn yourself a punishment, if you were so inclined, without arousing any suspicion. Thanks for sharing these tidbits :)

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