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The first 'real' punishment that I ever received, and the first time that I had to wear diapers since I was a baby, was in my second year of Infants School. It must have been during the Autumn term because I can remember that there were piles of leaves in the corners of the playground - so I would be a few months past my seventh birthday.
In those days we all had to wear school uniform and ours consisted of brown blazer, a brown 'V' neck jumper, white shirt, white vest, white pants, grey shorts (with button flies), grey socks and black shoes. The pants that I had to wear were not the 'Y' front type - which were just about coming into fashion then - but the 'shorts' type. I remember these as being fairly thick, fine woven cotton but loose at the legs stopping them being quite as warm as they might have been. It was not unusual to see several of the boys with half an inch or so of white showing below the legs of their shorts. Sometimes boys were seen wearing plastic or rubber pants instead of their shorts. As a group, my friends and I had teased these boys unmercifully.
And so to my first punishment. As I have mentioned there were piles of leaves in the playground and Guy Fawkes Night must have been close. Well my 'gang' decided that we would have our own bonfire one playtime. I had been elected to obtain the matches - which I did. I brought three or four and a piece of the edge of the box with me to school one morning. Well instead of keeping them well hidden, I was fiddling with them throughout morning assembly - seeing just how close I could get to lighting one - without it lighting (if you follow what I mean!). The inevitable happened - one of them ignited. I put it out very quickly in the hope that I hadn't been spotted, some hope! The next thing I remember was being picked up by the collar of my blazer and a teacher demanding that I hand over the rest of the matches. I was then dragged out of the hall, along the corridor to the headmistresses room. I was told to put my hands on my head stand facing the wall and not move until Mrs Ridgeway 'came to deal with me.'
I was quite upset by now, you see I knew that playing with matches was wrong, I knew that I shouldn't have had them in school and I knew I was in serious trouble! Although neither I nor any of my mates had actually been punished, we knew of boys that had and there were all sorts of rumours going round of how you were 'done'. There were rumours of thick belts, (Mrs Ridgeway often wore a leather belt round her dress) of the slipper and of spankings. The cane wasn't regarded as a threat - this was something you didn't get until you moved up to the Junior school next door.
After what seemed ages I was joined by three other boys and one girl. I knew then that the assembly must be over because each day, just before we were dismissed, a few names were called out and these children had to go and stand outside Mrs Ridgeway's room. The arrival of the others didn't help me very much, I hadn't realised that when your name was called out like that you were in trouble, that was until the boys started whispering about what was going to happen.
I gathered that this wasn't their first time and learned that you didn't get punished now - just told off - if you were going to 'get whacked' you had to come back at playtime. Now I have never had a very strong bladder and there had been many times when I had just managed to get to the toilet in time. There had even been one or two small accidents which had gone unnoticed. Well with all the anticipation and the fact I dare not move, the inevitable happened. I wet my pants. I hoped that this would only be a little leak - but it just wouldn't stop. Not only was there a very visible damp patch on the front of my shorts but when I looked down, to my horror, there was a puddle spreading across the lino.
It wasn't long before Mrs Ridgeway arrived. She told us to face her (we were still facing the wall) took one look at my shorts and then proceeded to tell us what naughty children we were - I can't now remember the offenses committed by the others but I seem to remember they were not quite as serious as mine. Then she dismissed them telling them all to be back here, facing the wall, when the bell went for morning playtime. I was told to go and fetch the caretaker with his mop and knock on her door when he'd finished. With not a little embarrassment I did as I was told. Trembling a little when he'd finished, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Nothing happened for a minute or two and I was just about to knock again - a bit louder this time - when she called for me to come in.
I opened the door and sort of peaked round the corner. 'Come right in, Nicky, and close the door behind you' I did as I was told, standing in front of her and shivering, I must have looked very scared because she smiled and said 'It is all right, I'm not going to eat you, you just can't go round all day in those wet pants. Right, come through here.' She led the way through an internal door to the next room, this turned out to be the sick bay. She then drew some water in the large sink and called me over. My shoes, socks, shorts and pants were quickly removed. Then it was discovered that the tail of my shirt was also wet - so this was removed. Now naked except for my vest, I was thoroughly washed where I had been wet. I was dried and told to lie on the bed, this had previously been covered with a rubber sheet. Next I had some cream rubbed into the areas that would be covered by my pants. I remember vividly that, when she was doing my bottom, she rubbed plenty into my crack and a finger probed my hole as she asked 'Nothing up here is there? ' I shook my head and blushed. It lingered for a few seconds and then I was told to stand up.
Mrs Ridgeway opened one of the cupboards at the back of the room and inside I could see dozens of pairs of pants. There were the pink and white rubber ones that I had seen on other boys along with a few plastic ones. Some of them had fancy, frilly edges, most of the rubber ones were lined with a towelling material. In the corner of the cupboard I could see a pile of towelling pants and some thick greyish/white things. At first, and to my horror, she got out a pair of plastic pants with frilly edges, a pair of the towelling pants and a pair of the grey things. Possibly because of the look of horror on my face the frilly ones were replaced with a pair of pink rubber ones. The pink was bad enough - I don't think I could have faced the frilly ones!
She measured the pants against my waist - the cool rubber brushing against my skin gave me a peculiar thrill.
I was then handed the grey things and told to put them on. These were made of two layes of a thick felt-like material, they had no elastic in them and very little stretch. The material was rough to touch and very thick between my legs. I then had to pull the toweling pants over the top of them, these did have elastic at the waist and legs which held the felt in place. Finally I was handed the rubber overpants and told to pull them up very carefully. I did as I was told and when I had pulled them up as far as my knees she took over. They were rolled up over my bottom and carefully fitted into the joins at the top of my legs. Although the tight elastic around my waist and legs was a bit uncomfortable I found the sensation of wearing them not too unpleasant. With the thickness of the felt and toweling underneath I was unable to bring my legs together and so I waddled rather than walked.
I was then told that she would rinse out my own clothes and I could collect them at four o'clock. By now I was beginning to think that the matches had been forgotten and that I had escaped punishment. These foolish notions were quickly dispelled when she said 'Off you go back to your class then - AND DON'T FORGET TO BE HERE AT THE BEGINNING OF PLAYTIME.' I spent a miserable morning, hoping that playtime would never come. I managed to stay dry - despite the temptation to see if the 'rubbers' were waterproof. All too soon the bell went and just as I was contemplating 'forgetting' to go - my teacher called out for me not to forget!
I was the last to arrive - the other boys and the girl were already facing the wall with their hands on their heads by the time I arrived. I assumed the same position at the end of the line and the boy next to me whispered 'you only just made it' We stood there silent now, then the door opened, Mrs Ridgeway appeared wearing a rubber apron over her usual clothes and the girl was called in. There were a few words spoken inside the room and then the sound of ten or twelve hard smacks. After five or six of these, the girl started to cry and we heard Mrs Ridgeway say in a loud voice 'Lay still, and stop kicking will you? ' The four of us outside shuddered each time a smack landed and I could see that the boy next to me had tears in his eyes - to be honest they weren't far from mine either. What surprised me was the boy next to him was actually smiling! A few moments later the sobbing girl came out clutching her nickers in her hand. I then realised that it was her bare bottom that had been spanked - and wondered if I was to get the same. Until then I had thought that I would be better protected because of the rubber. Quickly she put on her nickers and told two of the other boys to go in. This just left me and the smiling boy (whose name I later learned was David) outside.
Again I heard mumbling from inside the room. There was some movement and then the spanking started. It seemed to go on forever - I lost count at about twenty and tears really filled my eyes. I must have looked scared because David whispered to me 'don't panic - she "does" you two at a time so you'll probably go over with me' the smacking continued so I asked him
'What happens then?'
'Don't you know? Your first time then?'
'Oh she'll put us over her knee and smack our bums with her hand until we are both blubbing - but if you cry too soon she goes on much longer - so try not to - wait 'til I start OK?'
'OK' I replied, my knees were shaking and I felt I needed to go again - but this time wasn't so bad and I got it under control.
The sound of smacking stopped about then. We could hear the sound of the two boys sobbing - but it was coming from the sick room rather than the office. David quickly whispered to me
'one of them was wet - so they'll be in rubbers like you!'
This dried me up! Just then Mrs Ridgeway opened the door to her room and called us in. She didn't say anything for a few moments - just wiped down her rubber apron with some paper towels. Before sitting in her chair she went to a drawer and got out a largish plimsoll. Once sitting she said
'Now you two, David this isn't the first time I've had you in here this term and Nicky you know that playing with matches is not only very very naughty it is dangerous as well - you could have set the school on fire' (I wished I had at this point!!) 'So I have decided that you I must be more severe with you..... come here David'
David walked towards her and, once close enough she grabbed the waist of his shorts and pulled them right down, his pants followed straight after. Because his hands were still on his head his shirt tail rode up, I could see some straight red lines across his bottom and wondered where they came from.
'Now you Nicky' I had difficulty in getting my legs to work but soon I was standing with my rubbers around my ankles. 'David .. over' was the next command, he leant forward and once he was close enough she pulled him the rest of the way so that his head was down and his legs waving in the air. His shirt was pulled up to his neck and then I was pulled into position. From this position I couldn't see what was happening so I felt rather than saw her lean forward and pick up the plimsoll. I tightened my muscles as much as I could - thinking that this would make it easier to bear.
Then she started, I heard a splat as the plimsoll hit David bottom - I still jumped a bit though - I though I would get the next one - but no, this landed on David as well. Then came my first, on my left cheek and it really hurt, I almost started crying then and when the next one hit my right cheek I'm sure I moaned a bit. I don't remember much of the next few minutes just this burning pain in my bottom as she kept hitting it, both David and I were bouncing up and down - and kicking our legs. As with the girl there was a brief pause while we were told to stop kicking and then she started again. These were harder David took the first two OK and I just about managed to stand mine but the next one on David must have been harder still because he yelled and really started to cry. I heard this with some relief as the next one that landed on me caused me to cry as well and I was glad that I hadn't let David down.
The punishment seemed to go on for ages but eventually it did stop. We were both lifted to our feet - I know I had difficulty in standing - my knees seemed very weak and David seemed a little unstable as well. We both rubbed our bottoms and our eyes. Mrs Ridgeway pulled my rubbers back up for me in the same way as she had done earlier. David pulled his own pants and shorts back up and we were dismissed to the playground.
We were still crying a little and neither of us felt much like mixing with our mates. The back of my thighs were very hot and red because the slipper hadn't been confined to my bottom. One or two other boys came over and asked what had happened - we told them and they went off. Towards the end of playtime the other boys came out - sure enough they were in pink rubbers like me. David and I had calmed down quite a lot by now and started to talk.
'You did all right for the first time - I didn't think you'd hold out that long - you can always tell when she thinks you ought to start crying because they get very much harder'
'How many times have you been, you know, "done"' I asked
'What spanked by her?'
'That was the fourth time this term'
'Wow, does it always hurt as much as that?'
'Neer - spanking's not so bad' he said and then continued 'my daddy's cane stings much more'
'Is that what those marks were then?'
'Yeah, got it for nicking some sweets'
Just then the whistle went and we couldn't continue, as we were leaving David called to me 'see you at dinner time if you want?' and I replied 'OK'
This was the start of a long friendship with David that lasted right up until I joined the R.A.F. at sixteen, although it did take a back seat when we went to different secondary schools, we were in the same scout group.
As a conclusion to this story, I'll just complete the story of the rubber pants. I returned at four o'clock when school ended as I had been told. I was still a bit scared - David had assured me that there would be no more punishment - but I wasn't convinced. When I got to Mrs Ridgeway's room there were several others there, including the two boys who had been punished that morning.
There were three of the first year boys there, wearing white rubbers. They were called into the sick bay first and very soon after reappeared wearing their own grey shorts. Next one of the older boys who was wearing some plain white plastics was called in and returned shortly afterwards fully dressed.
There were just the three of us left and eventually we were called in. We had a bit of a lecture about being naughty and how we must learn to control ourselves when being punished. The other two had their pants removed and after an inspection to check their marks and that they hadn't wet themselves again they were allowed to dress and leave.
'I have kept you until last' she began 'Do you understand why you were wearing pink rubbers?' she asked
'Because I wet myself?' I replied
'Yes, but why did you have pink and the other boys have white?'
'Well I'd better explain then. White ones, rubber or plain plastic are for boys and girls who have a real accident. The pink ones are for those who are wet over my knee or while waiting to be punished. Do you understand now?'
I replied that I did. She then removed the rubbers and inspected me closely. Having decided I was dry I was allowed to dress and leave.
To my delight, David was waiting at the gate for me and we walked home together.
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