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Date Posted: 09:29:37 08/04/11 Thu
Author: Elizabeth
Subject: Re: student nurses
In reply to: Elizabeth 's message, "Re: student nurses" on 22:10:12 08/02/11 Tue

Hello George, you must be in Leduc. Isn't that amazing!

Are you familiar with the Canadian school strap? In my day it was rarely given to the girls. The boys in school got it lots though. My brother, Ted, was always getting the strap at school. We had one teacher, Mrs. Logan, who must have thought it a bad day when she didn't strap at least one boy.

My mother's sister, Aunt Ellen, was a teacher in Regina and also a believer in the strap. She provided one to mom and mom put it to good use on all of us. I also had the strap several times from Aunt Ellen, both on my hands and bottom when I was spending time visiting on holidays and like mom she didn't hesitate to strap hard.

I always cried when mom, or Aunt Ellen, gave me the strap, but it was sort of exciting too. It was like going on a ride at Klondike Days. Terrifying and exciting, until after the first few strokes when it was just painful.

What was most exciting was when one of my siblings, or cousins was going to get the strap. Sometimes I got to watch. Always I listened.

When I reached nursing school I was no stranger to being spanked and while I did everything I could to avoid the tawse, the bum strap and the cane when I was going to get it I still felt a sense of excitement.




>>A couple of times during the past few years, I've read
>>postings on other spanking forums from writers who had
>>been nurses and claimed to have been given corporal
>>punishment at nursing school. The posts had the ring
>>of truth to them.
>>
>>Have any of you heard of such discipline, or better
>>till, expdrienced it?
>
>I was looking in Voyforums for something very
>different when I happened across this site and this
>post from George C.
>
>I am 71 years old and although my home is Edmonton
>Canada, I did my nurses training in the UK and I can
>assure you George that in the 1958/1962 period at my
>hospital what was called a smacked bottom was used,
>when necessary, to correct and encourage.
>
>Corporal punishment generally took three forms. The
>tawse (a particularly wicked Scottish strap) applied
>to the hands, a flexible and much softer rubber strap
>applied to the bottom, bare of course, and a
>traditional English punishment cane for more serious
>matters.
>
>The tawse and the bum strap, as we called it, were
>administered by senior nursing and teaching staff. If
>the tawse, or bum strap, was to be used first you
>would have a meeting with the senior nurse on the
>ward, or the teacher, at the end of which you'd be
>told of your punishment and given a time to meet at
>the corrections room at the end of a fairly private
>hall in the basement of the nursing school which was
>really a wing of the hospital. Generally, you'd get
>the tawse, or bum strap, later that same day. It
>would be given by the senior nurse, or teacher,
>usually alone, no witness.
>
>The cane was a more formal affair and given my the
>head of the school. In my day, Miss Cassidy. A
>meeting with a senior nurse, or teacher might end with
>your being told she was asking Miss Cassidy to give
>you the cane, in which case you'd be given a cane slip
>with the particulars of your fault which you'd take
>right away to Miss Cassidy's office. Or, for some
>matters you'd be summoned from class directly to Miss
>Cassidy's office.
>
>At Miss Cassidy's office there would be a wait,
>sitting on a hard chair, reserved for those to be
>caned. If someone came in the office, generally a
>teacher, Mrs. Allen, the secretary would often, and
>needlessly, point out to the visitor, "Elizabeth
>Wheaton is here for the cane."
>
>When it was time Mrs. Allen would telephone to
>whatever senior nurse, or teacher, who had sent you
>with the message, "Miss Cassidy is ready to cane
>Elizabeth now," and a few minutes later the one who
>sent you would arrive as a witness. Mrs. Allen would
>push the button on her intercom and ask Miss Cassidy,
>"Shall we bring Elizabeth in now?"
>
>In Miss Cassidy's office you'd be expected to stand in
>front of her desk while she lectured you and then
>she'd say, "The cane if you please, Mrs. Allen," and,
>"Elizabeth, lift your skirt and bend over my desk ---
>that's it, now grasp the other side."
>
>By now Mrs. Allen would have handed the cane to Miss
>Cassidy, behind and out of my sight, but ahead of me I
>could see Mrs. Allen arrive on the side of the desk I
>was facing. "Let me help you dear," she would say as
>she took my wrists and held them in place. Behind me
>I'd head Miss Cassidy say, "Bloomers down, please,"
>and whoever had sent me for the cane would be expected
>to tug them down to my knees.
>
>"Holding steady, Elizabeth," would come the command.
>I'd feel Mrs. Allen tighten her grip and say to me in
>a quiet calm voice, "Try not to tighten, it will just
>earn you extra strokes ... hang on tight, dear."
>
>As Mrs. Allen was speaking to me I'd feel the cane
>gently tap my bare flesh, then nothing, a pause, and
>suddenly I'd hear the cane swish and before my mind
>could process, it's coming, it would land and in an
>instant my bottom would burst into pain, I'd howl,
>Mrs. Allen would bear down hard to hold my wrists in
>place, and needlessly say, "That's one!"
>
>By the time I'd had the minumum of six, to the maximum
>of 12 I'd be shrieking and bouncing like an Alberta
>bronco at the Calgary Stampede.
>
>While I had several experiences of the tawse and the
>rubber bum strap it is the three occasions I had to go
>across Miss Cassidy's desk for the cane that I
>remember most vividly.

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