Study Camp experience

Me at 18

I am now a 32-year-old woman, married, and work as a software engineer in the United States. I am originally from Galle, Sri Lanka. I studied in a leading school in Galle. My parents were both working and were modern parents who did not believe in physically punishing kids. My sister and I had a happy upbringing and were provided with many luxuries when young. While my younger sister was good in her studies, I was not. I hated doing any academic-related work after school hours. What I enjoyed most in school were sports. There was hardly any sport in school I had not participated in at one time or another. Although I was below average in my school examinations, I was popular among the teachers and students due to my sports activities. In fact, I was made a school prefect in the last two years in school due to my popularity.

Naturally, I could not get good grades to get accepted to a university. Therefore after my advanced level examination, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to move to Colombo and work, but my parents were unhappy with my moving away from home. They were OK with me working in Galle. Unfortunately, there were not many good private sector establishments in Galle. Most were small shops that did not have vacancies for a job my parents would allow me to do. As our family was financially stable, there was no need for extra money. I wanted to work mainly to occupy myself and earn additional pocket money.

In the 3rd month after leaving school, my mother suggested I should try to sit for the advanced level examination once again. I told her with my kind of ability and commitment, there was no way my performance would be any better than the last time.

After a few weeks, at the dinner table, my mom brought the subject up and went on to describe a teacher-run private residential education camp for students re-sitting for exams. Apparently, she had mentioned my reluctance to re-sit for the exam, and one of her colleagues at work had told her about this residential camp. I did not like the things my mother said about the center. Apparently, while the accommodation and food were acceptable, they did not allow the kids to participate in regular sports. Also, the residents are only allowed two days a month to visit their homes. The worst part was when my mother mentioned that the residential girls were regularly caned by the teachers. As I did not have an alternate plan, my parents insisted that I join this camp and try sitting for the exam one more time. When I said I don't want to be in a place where they caned students, my mother said that regular caning would probably make me concentrate on my studies. While my sister was giggling, my parents, who did not ever punish us, were now insisting that caning would be good for me.

The discussion on the topic in the following days got increasingly intense, and I realized that they were not taking a no for an answer. To make me more apprehensive, mom privately told me that her friend had confided in her that at this camp, the girls are sometimes caned in the nude for serious infractions. My entire mouth went dry when she said this. I tried my best to change my mother's mind using this information as it was incomprehensible for me to subject myself to be caned in the nude. She said that caning in the nude must be for serious misbehavior, and she was sure I would not have to undergo one. She also said that if I had seriously misbehaved, it shouldn't bother me even if I was caned in the nude if the caning was done in private by a female teacher. She said the people were made to strip naked for caning to embarrass them and make the person remember the punishment for a long time. She said such a caning would cure my occasional insolence and would be good for me. I have never discussed disciplining myself with my parents, so what she said made me very uncomfortable. My mother also said that while it was their choice not to cane us, she and my dad now regret not using corporal punishment to make me put more effort and hours into academic work. Hearing that they now prefer that I undergo corporal punishment, I realized I would not get my way with this one. For the first time, I felt helpless with my parents. Ultimately, I had no option but to agree to join the camp. Then she said she had already paid and booked a pace for me and the camp is starting in two weeks. The next two weeks were the worst two weeks of my life. I couldn't help looking at my naked bottom in the bathroom mirror several times. Knowing how weak I am in school work, I was sure that the bottom I saw in the mirror would soon be frequently decorated with angry welts.

Both my parents accompanied me to the camp. During the 4-hour drive, I was so frightened, and I felt like vomiting. Luckily my sister didn't join us. My mother was trying to pacify me and telling me how good it makes me to get better exam results. Without prompting, she said I could avoid canings by behaving well and doing my work. I was glad she didn't mention nude canings in front of my dad. My mom was saying that occasionally she was caned on the bottom when she was schooling, and it was bearable and made her better behaved. This made me think that my mother knew more about this place than she let me believe. Also, I was not comfortable discussing canings as I am the one who would be subjected to canings and not them. I was also uncomfortable about bottom canings. That was a drive I spoke of least in my life. Various scenarios of me being forced to undress and an old woman caning my behind were running in my mind. When I reached my 18th birthday, I got used to thinking I was an adult, and it was difficult for me to think of being corporally punished at this age.

The residential camp was situated in a beautiful large coconut estate on well-kept premises in Kurunegala. The accommodation was comfortable. By this, I don't mean it was like a 5-star hotel; I'd say it is more like a one-star hotel. There was no air conditioning in the rooms. Only the study area was airconditioned. As the facility was in the middle of the estate and quite far from the entrance, I realized that the teachers could lay the canes on us as no one would hear the screams. The biggest thing I started disliking was their strict schedules and strict discipline. One has to wake up at 5 in the morning and go for a 2-kilometer run around the main building. After that, we had to hit the shared shower room. The cold bath in the morning was the one that really woke us up. The breakfast was served at 8 AM. After breakfast, the school sessions go on till lunchtime. The second school session is from 2 PM to 5 PM. Between 6-8 PM, we had to do group study or meet with teachers to assess our progress. On Saturdays and Sundays, we were free from 3 PM.

The parents and the girls had to sign an indemnity on corporal punishment. As the girls were nearing their 18th birthday or over, they insisted that if a girl disagreed with being punished, they were not allowing her to join. The form the children had to sign described the punishments in some detail. I couldn't help blushing in embarrassment the entire time reading it and when the teacher explained the contents. They went through this probably to avoid any legal cases by the students after they left. Hence the girls have no option other than sitting through the 20 minutes of individual meeting with the teacher, listening to the descriptions of what a punished girl would be wearing and not wearing, and the parts of the body the canings would be administered on.

The girls were from various parts of the country. From the models of cars parked outside and how they were dressed, I could guess that all the girls were from affluent families. After the parents left, there was a two-hour induction where they introduced the resident teachers. Again there was a mention of what was expected of us and what we would have to face if the expectations were not met. Most of the girls were really uncomfortable listening to it.

The teaching quality was good, and I realized I was learning much more effectively than while I was in school. All girls were attentive in class, probably knowing inattentiveness would result in them being caned in the class or reported for a night caning. The reason for my improved performance is also the punishments we had to face if we didn't perform well in regular assessments. As there were no corporal punishments in Sri Lankan schools and my parents didn't believe in using corporal punishment, I was not used to being caned. The worst punishment I received in school was after-school detention. Now I was in a place where a vicious cane being applied to your bottom would be almost inevitable if you make a mistake.

During the day sessions, the girls mainly were caned on the palm, although there were instances where teachers caned our back or upper arms and occasionally on the buttocks. The few male teachers who were there rarely caned us, and if they did that too, only on the palms. Most school session teachers were not residents within the facility. There were 5 subject teachers and 5 other teachers who handled administration and discipline who were residents. All the resident teachers were females. For disciplinary matters or for poor performance in studies, we were punished by these residential teachers. Most such punishments took place after dinner. If you were sent to any of the residential teachers during the daytime, then there would cane you irrespective of the time of the day.

School time canings were done in school uniform: a pair of black slacks and a blouse. If one is sent to a resident teacher's room during school hours, the teacher would sometimes get the girl to lower the trousers and panties to expose the bottom before caning. The daytime canings were limited few strokes, and mostly, the maximum was 4 cuts. After dinner, canings most dreaded by us were done in private rooms and carried out when the students had changed into their night dresses. The camp supplied the nightdress made of thin cotton fabric. All the night canings were given on the buttocks. Depending on the severity of the offense, the canings were done on the nightdress-clad bottoms or while wearing only panties or sometimes without that protection. Canings in the nude were never given for academic lapses. Such punishments were reserved for disciplinary issues.

What I noticed was that there were very few over-the-panty canings. Most of the time, the girls were asked to come in pajama bottoms without panties. Sometimes the girls were asked to remove their panties in the teacher's room and wear the pajama bottom. This is probably to have only one layer of protection and buttocks relaxed for the caning. From my own experience, I could say caning on pajamas without panties is more painful than being caned on the panties. I believe this is because, with the panties, the buttocks are held firm. Without panties, the buttocks are loose like jelly, and strokes would bite deep into the flesh. One could feel the buttocks doing a quick upward and sideways movement after each stroke of the cane when they are not held firm by the panties. Also, the panties were thicker than the night dress. The fabric of the nightdress was so thin it is as good as you are caned on the bare.

Needless to say, in the next 14 months, we were regularly and thoroughly caned by the teachers at the residential facility. The caning was way more frequent than I was initially made to believe. Also, at this institution, the girls were caned in the nude more often than my mother thought. During the first half of the year, as we were not used to studying to the expected level, we spent a good portion of our nights being caned.

While some disciplinary issues were dealt with nude canings, even when not completely naked, you were often asked to lower your clothes to your knees and present bare buttocks. Towards the later part, many girls lowered their clothes and exposed their buttocks for the cane even though the teacher hadn't asked them to. We were no longer shy about nudity with the residential teachers. If you lowered your clothes and exposed your bare bottom for the caning, the teachers never asked you to pull your pajama bottoms back up, even if their original intention was to cane on the clothes. However, if the girl didn't lower their clothes and the teacher wanted to cane the girl's bare bottom, they would quickly instruct her to bare her bottom.

Probably because my very first caning was on the bare, and also due to my frequent breaking of rules earlier in my stay, and hence I mainly was caned on the bare, the moment I was asked to face the wall to be caned for any reason, without thinking I used to lower my clothes. I realized this when one of the teachers said something like it was humble of me to drop my clothes without explicitly asking to do so. She said that showed that in my mind, I know the caning is well deserved, and I will be willing to take the punishment. I think this was true. Towards the latter part, none of the teachers had to ask me to lower my pants, as I was voluntarily presenting my bare buttocks for all punishments. In one instance, I knew I would be caned in the nude for what I had done. The teacher was taken aback when I removed all my clothes and walked to the wall in the nude before the teacher announced how I would be caned.

All the residents were 18 or older, so the canings were severe. All the residential teachers were good at plying canes. But they were never angry while caning. We were made to feel they were really concerned about our academic progress and good behavior and that the canings were done for our own good. During my stay there for over a year, I never felt they abused or caned us for their pleasure. Considering the teachers were academically highly qualified, we had a lot of respect for their intelligence. It is not demeaning to be caned by someone who you respect intellectually. They were also good 20 years older than us. Therefore one can't help but feel reassuring (or deserving) although they are fully clothed, holding a cane, and about to mercilessly whack your behind, and you are naked and waiting to be caned. While they were strict and had full authority to thoroughly cane us, they were still kind to us and loving during other times. Other than at times, you were punished, they treated us like adults, and it was lovely to have a conversation with them. They advised the girls on many life issues, as mothers do with their daughters.

Considering that I was not so good at my studies when I started, and I was a person who was not used to strict authority and discipline, I was one of the residents who had to undergo many night canings. I was first caned in Miss Costa's office. Once you are summoned to a teacher's office, the first 30 to 45 minutes are spent discussing the lapse in academic performance and how and when we were expected to show improvement. In cases of lapses in discipline, the discussion would take about 15 minutes. One thing you learn fast is there is no point in asking for forgiveness. When you are summoned to the teacher's office, you will 100% of the time end up with a thorough caning. They used whippy 3-foot canes that wrap around the buttocks with a stinging bite. Mrs. Costa was soft-spoken and friendly to girls. She explained what I had done wrong and assured me that the caning I was about to undergo would help me correct myself. While I had read about "this is going to hurt me more than you" type lectures, with Mrs. Costa, I ended up believing her. Although the caning was painful, I felt she was doing something good for me. Her chat and subsequent caning helped me to get rid of the 'I am too old to be treated this way' feeling that was bothering me since sending me here was first discussed. The only thing I was upset about was Mrs. Costa pulling my pajama bottoms and panties down halfway to mid of my thighs. As it was my first caning there, I was expecting a hand caning or the very least, caning over the pajamas and panties. She gave me sharp 8 cuts across my bare bottom that had never felt a cane before. While I was still with my well-caned bottom exposed, she hugged me after the caning and told me that she trusted me to do well there. Today I am happy my very first caning was given on the bare, and that too by a lady I admired from day one. Although she caned me several times during my stay and sometimes caned me in the nude, she was very fond of me and pleased with my progress.

Two other girls and I were caned with three long canes in the second month. That was one of the most severe punishments and always administered in the nude. The reason for the caning was fighting. Fighting was not tolerated at all, and if you ended up in a fight, they would flay your naked bottom with 3 canes held together, and you will not be sitting comfortably for 2 weeks. The three of us slept on our tummies that night and applied cold cream on each other's bottoms. By the time we fell asleep, the three of us were friends. I think the three of us started bonding at the very moment we were told to remove all that we were wearing. After that, we were naked with each other, waiting until we were caned. I think we were kept naked for 20 minutes in each other's company before the caning started. On the night of that caning, I felt like my bottom had left my body, and I was cursing my parents for having sent me here.

On the other hand, after such a caning, you'd never have physical fights in your whole life. It was also the first day I saw a fully naked person or a naked woman. When I saw the other girls without clothes, I thought their bottoms looked way more prominent than I had noticed when they were fully dressed. As I had seen my bottom in the mirror when I showered, I knew I had an ample bottom. Considering the number of times they hit our bottoms in each caning session, I was thankful that my ample bottom had the space to absorb all those strokes. Anyone caned knows that the hardest is when cane strokes land on top of a spot where the cane had hit you before. Thinking about it now, I remember gazing at their shapely bodies, and I still feel the sensation I felt standing there with them in the nude for that long. I am, however, surprised how my mind wondered about their naked bodies when I knew my bottom would soon be caned thoroughly with 3 canes held together.

On the second day after the 3 cane caning, we got an elderly cooking lady in the facility to apply some coconut oil and massage our buttocks. She said what we endured was one of the severe punishments met at the camp. On our inquiry, she said she had seen only one other instance the caning was more severe than what we had undergone. A few batches before us, a pair of voluptuous twins had tried to run away in the first week. After consulting with the parents, they were tied entirely naked to a coconut tree, and their entire back from the neck to ankles had been caned using 3 canes. The most frightening part was when we inquired which teacher had done the caning. Apparently, the parents had arranged for a known male police officer to carry out the caning as the twins had run away from home before they came to the camp. I thought I would die of embarrassment if I was caned in the nude by a male.

Apart from the teachers' rooms, the only other place the girls were caned in the nude was in the showers. This happened only a few times during our stay. It is natural for young girls to make noises, sing, and have fun while in the shower room. Quite a few times, teachers have walked in with a cane in hand. The first few times, they asked the people who were shouting and singing to volunteer. No one volunteered, and none of the girls named anyone else. All of us were made to remove the bathing pants and line up naked to be caned. One by one was asked to step forward and raise their hands in the air while the teacher slashed the long cane 4-5 times against the wet buttocks. When we returned to the shower room, one could see the red lines across all the bottoms. No one bothered to put their pants on after the caning, and they were comfortable being in the nude after the group caning experience. To be caned on the wet buttocks is a harrowing experience. I was surprised to see the girls enjoying the collectible punishment experience, giggling and softly laughing immediately after a painful caning. After the first two times, the teachers stopped asking who was responsible for the noise in the showers. The place would go silent as soon as the teacher was seen. The teacher would point his cane to show where we should line up, and one by one, we would remove our panties and get in the line to be swiped by the teacher's cane.

After some time, we also learned of the various caning techniques of the teachers. Mrs. P would land the first stroke high above the buttocks and the second one at the bottom of the buttocks. We started calling it 'picture framing.' The rest of the strokes will land in between the first two strokes. Her strokes are always neat, with even spacing between the welts. Miss D would walk around the girl who was being caned, looking for spare areas to hit next. Sometimes she would place her left hand at the small of the girl's back and take her face very close to the pair of buttocks to identify the uncaned areas. She always caned the girls on the bare. Mrs. DS would land strokes on the crease where the buttocks meet the thigh. Caning on this crease is very painful, and because of welts raised on the crease, you feel the bruises when you walk. Mrs. PP would cane the left buttock and the right buttock separately.

There were other rituals associated with the canings. To check for any padding, almost all the teachers lowered our pajama bottoms to inspect our bottoms before caning started. Our pajamas were thin, and if we had a book or any padding to cover our buttocks, that would be visible with the shape of the pajama-covered buttocks. This didn't stop the teachers from this pre-caning inspection. The other probable reason could be to see whether the girl has been caned recently and, if so, whether welts are healed. This could very well be a reason as I know some canings were postponed for a week or so. Mrs. P would also pull our pajamas down after the caning to inspect the results of her effort. Mrs. S used to pull our pajama bottoms down several times during a caning to decide on the areas not bruised and where to hit next. Considering the time she exposed our bottoms during a caning, we always wondered why Mrs. S didn't only cane on the nude. That would have made it easier for her to know where to place her strokes. Surprisingly she was the teacher who did the least number of bare canings. The girls with long hair had to tie their hair up when coming into room canings so that the hair didn't interrupt the intended target of the cane.

It was also interesting to compare the mannerism while caning. Mrs, L would not utter a word during canings. You could be screaming your lungs out and pleading with her to stop the caning. She would not respond in any way until she was satisfied that the bottom she was dealing has had enough. Even with the teachers who talk during the canings, none will stop a caning as a response to the pleading of a girl. The most bizarre experience was the one I had when I was caned by Mrs. LDS. She was always discussing something irrelevant to the issue you are punished for. 

Another thing I remember of this is equally funny now. I remember there was a farewell party I was helping her organize for one of the nonresident teachers. While she was gayly flaying my buttocks, she asked me about the party's various issues. That same morning, we discussed in her room while I was confident and fully clothed. Here I am now, without any clothes on me and writhing in pain every time she whacks the naked flesh of my behind with a whippy cane, screaming and gasping for air and having to respond to her questions intelligently.
 

She and I had different opinions on the caterer in the morning meeting with her. It remained unresolved. I wanted a good but not so reputed caterer. While caning, she asked about her caterer. I wondered if she was taking revenge on me, disagreeing with her in the morning. I was in so much pain, so I said her recommendation was the best thinking that would end the caning. I was furious at her for walloping me; I was equally angry with her for using my vulnerability to have her way. Apart from the times of punishments, we could talk to teachers as equals, and they also treated us that way. On the following day, with a heavily welted bottom but fully clothed and confident again, I went to her room and wanted to discuss the catering. I politely told her that it was unfair to get me to agree with her suggestion while she was caning me for another disciplinary issue. She immediately apologized and said she never intended to do such a thing. She said she was only concentrated on caning me, and it was not intentional that the matters relating to the party came up during the caning. After some discussion, she agreed with my suggestion. Before I left her room, she laughed at the incident and again apologized to me.

The teachers had different terms to describe nude canings. They used that to indicate that the girl has to remove all her clothes for the caning. Most called it the birthday suit. One teacher called it the honeymoon suit. Mrs. DS would say, ' isn't it hot today for all this clothing'? When so instructed, we had to quickly remove our clothes except for footwear, fold the clothes neatly and place them on a bench nearby. After a few times, we didn't have to be told to raise our hands and put them on the wall. The indication to remove cloths covered the whole process, including walking up to the wall, placing hands on the wall, and presenting the behind for the cane. After a few months, it was no longer embarrassing to us to shed all our clothes for canings. By then, all the resident teachers had seen us naked and caned us several times while we were naked. It came to a point we were not embarrassed to talk of the canings in the nude. All female and male visiting teachers knew how and how often we were caned. Most nonresident teachers would look at us with sympathetic eyes if we were fidgeting in class or walking with slight difficulty. The girls sometimes tell even the male teachers when they had severe canings, even telling them they had it on the bare. By then, discussing nude canings with male teachers didn't embarrass the teachers or the caned girls. The nonresident teachers knew at least some of the canings were based on their reported academic and behavioral issues. Most of the time, they apologized before reporting or after the caning, but they never underreport if they thought the infraction deserved a caning. This is because they knew that the canings were making us better. One teacher told us that not letter teachers cane students in schools make students pedagogically neglected. as most kids are not caned at school or home, they don't learn the consequences of bad behavior or poor work.

All teachers had a thin desk (about one foot wide) against the wall against which we had to place ourselves for the caning. It made us bet slightly, pushing our bottoms back for the cane. Also, the desk prevented us from moving forward when our behinds were hit; hence, our buttocks had to absorb the full force of the stokes. We had to raise our hands, touch the walls, and keep our hands there until the teacher was satisfied that our bottoms were adequately caned. When we reach that stage, the number of strokes one has to undergo for a particular infraction was not told beforehand. The teacher will cane us until she knows we were adequately punished for our actions or omission. By the second month, the girls had accepted that the punishments were well deserved, and the caning was done for their own good. Naturally, some good performing girls become teachers' pets. While in school, it is good to have a teacher who favors you. If the teacher likes you, she would be keener to see you better. This will result in more work and sometimes more frequent or severe canings.

The first few times I came home for the monthly holiday weekends, my sister was interested to know about the canings. She was teasing me, saying that I get my bottom caned. I lied to her and told her the caning was rare and, if at all, mostly a couple of strokes on the palm. After that, she stopped inquiring. I am still jealous of her for managing her life into adulthood, not once having to have her bottom caned.

On the other hand, I have had over 30 or so such caning with at least 300-400 strokes across my behind to reach where I am now. While my father never discussed punishments with me, I told my mom of the caning I underwent on my pajama-clad bottom or on the bare buttocks. However, I downplayed the frequency probably because I didn't want to make my mother think I was not doing well in my studies or believe I was misbehaving. I didn't tell my mother about the 3 cane caning on the nude for fighting. or about any of my other canings in the nude. I told her that I was caned a couple of times on the pajamas, and for a few serious offenses, I had to lower my pajamas, and I was caned with a few strokes on the bare. My mother said she was sad to know that I had to experience these punishments, but when she knew I was doing very well academically, she said the beatings were doing me good. After a few months, More than once, she said that she and dad had discussed the mistake of not caning us when we were young.

Towards the end of the camp duration, almost all the girls were sad to be going home for good. We were sad to leave a set of high-quality committed teachers (who were equally good caners) who made an effort to change us from an almost useless group of students to high-performing students. By that time, the girls were grateful that teachers made an effort to punish the laziness of their bottoms. Considering the frequency and severity of the canings, it is strange that none hated the teachers. The best part was we and the teachers succeeded and reached our goals.

Once I sat for my Advance level papers, I came home confidently, knowing I had done well. I had to stay home for another 6 months until the results were released and until my degree studies at the Sri Lanka Institute of Technology began. During that time, my sister was at the University of Peradeniya and living in the university hostel. So I was the only 'kid' at home, although I was 20 years old. I still remember the day my mother warned me about drinking and partying with friends saying that she and dad had agreed that the mom would thoroughly cane me if I misbehaved or disrespected them. She even showed me a 3-foot cane they had brought home about a week before I was due at home. She sternly told me to behave and said she would cane me bare and cane me hard if she or dad thought I deserved punishment. As she felt the canings at the camp were not severe, she told me if I misbehaved, the minimum I would get would be twelve strokes with my skirt raised and panties pulled down to my ankles. Although this made me blush a bit, I also knew that caning had been effective on me by that time. Also, after being caned numerous times, both with and without clothes, and by women younger than my mother, I felt less embarrassed to undergo a caning in my mom's hand, even if she were to cane me in the nude. I am happy to say I was very respectful thanks to my discipline training at the camp, and there was not a single instance where my mom had to employ a cane on my 20-year-old bottom. I can remember wondering that had she caned me in that way when I was young and got me to study, I could have avoided having to go to the study camp and beaten much more severely. I must confess that over the years, after that talk, I had fantasized about being caned on the bare by my mom.

I never enjoyed the caning I received at the camp. Even today, I hate being caned in real life. I, however, fantasize about being made to strip and be caned in the nude.

While I am still against caning small children, I firmly believe that girls and boys after 18 should be caned by loving adults to make them respectful and high-performing adults. I am sure glad my bottom was caned, making me a compliant and successful individual. If my parents didn't decide to send me to the camp, knowing of the issues such as canings in the nude, I would have ended up a less productive and somewhat disruptive person in my adulthood.




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