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While tidying out the other day I came across one of these, a Lochgelly Tawse, which my wife used in the early days of her teaching career to keep control of classes. Now, of course, we only use it for recreational purposes. :o

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Does this bring back memories for some of you? What's your thoughts on it? Did it keep you in line (I'll admit it did for me as it could be bloody sore) or did you, as some did, try to get it for reasons of bravado? For those of you who were too young would you have preferred a couple of slaps with that rather than being detained after school for an hour or whatever they did instead?

If anybody's interested, you can still buy them.

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Word got around who the best teachers at giving the belt were, so you avoided giving them the chance to use it. We had one legendary nutter of a music teacher who would give a demonstration to the first years as to why you didn't want to get on the wrong side of him.

He'd chalk round the outline of someone's hand on a hardback book lying on a desk then belt the book - feet off the floor and full weight behind it - he'd then lift up the book by one cover, leaving about half the pages in it to fall out on the floor.

Quiet class, that one.

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Teachers had a lot more scope for lunacy back in the day, period. I was being a wee dick one day in class, and one of my teachers - bit of an alky, to be fair - told me to go stand outside. Five minutes later, he came out, and I went to hold my hands out for the belt only for him to offer me a square go.

I respectfully declined, pointing out it was a bit of a no-win situation for me - I'd either get a doing, or in the event of me winning I'd find myself in the position of just having leathered a teacher.

Bad news when you're 15 and the sensible one.

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I got the tawse a lot in first and second year but I calmed down when I hit third year. Most teachers were pretty crap at it and once we realised that it didn't hurt that much, we started getting it deliberately. You could see that some teachers were uncomfortable using it and a couple were visibly upset, but there were some who loved it. The best exponent of the art at our school was a woodwork teacher who would demonstrate his mastery by embedding a penny in a worktop with just a flick of his wrist. He used to ask new classes "Who wants their fortune told?". Anybody daft enough to put their hand up got two strokes of the tawse and was sent back to their seat with him saying "There you go, that's your palm red then"

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You guys must be old because the belt was done away with even when I was at school.

We did have a maverick Geography teacher who gave people 'Spock shocks' though.

We are, and TBH the belt was the least of our worries - the PE teacher who gave the last one out the showers a skelp across the bare arse was a more pressing concern.

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Was banned by the time I went to school. When I was at uni I had an interview at a posh private school for a paid placement (I wanted to be a teacher at the time and was basically looking for experience), before the interview one of the members of the panel showed me some of the devices they used for corporal punishment (varying from ones used right up to when it became illegal to ones that were used in the 1800s), I found it interesting. I ended up doing a placement at a different school, but still had the belts in my mind. A few times the pupils would act up (as pupils tend to do as soon as they realise the 'teacher' is actually just a kid on placement) and I thought back to using the belt, and I just couldn't imagine doing it. Maybe it's growing up in an age where it just isn't done, but the idea of hitting one of the pupils, no matter how misbehaved they were, just seemed so wrong and bizarre. I don't think I'd have it in me to use it.

Thinking back to my school days there are one or two sadistic b*****ds who probably would enjoy it a bit too much.

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I got the tawse a lot in first and second year but I calmed down when I hit third year. Most teachers were pretty crap at it and once we realised that it didn't hurt that much, we started getting it deliberately. You could see that some teachers were uncomfortable using it and a couple were visibly upset, but there were some who loved it. The best exponent of the art at our school was a woodwork teacher who would demonstrate his mastery by embedding a penny in a worktop with just a flick of his wrist. He used to ask new classes "Who wants their fortune told?". Anybody daft enough to put their hand up got two strokes of the tawse and was sent back to their seat with him saying "There you go, that's your palm red then"

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SJC will be all over this thread like a rash...

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Bondage & games involving pain really does require a good element of trust.

I recall being tied to the bed by a girl who then proceeded to inflict pain on me by means of biting my nipples to the extent they were bleeding profusely......closest I've come to hitting/knocking fcuk out of a woman.

Fcuking lunatic she was!

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I recall an assembly where most of the school were getting a pep talk from some top guy from Save the Children fund after we had done a fair bit of fund raising.

I was sitting in front of one of the schools roughest teachers and for the first fifteen minutes was trying my hardest to keep my guts at bay, then it happened, a rumbler belted between my arse and the moulded plywood chair I was sitting on, then bedlam ensued.

Al the art teacher grabbed my collar and said 'wait outside ya we c**t, I'll deal with you later' I then had to do the walk of shame and wait outside in the corridor.

As everyone trooped out some twenty minutes later big Al headed straight for me only to be intercepted by Big Dave the depute head who sent me to wait at his office.

The big guy must have guessed that Al didn't take to kindly to being shat on and knew that I was fucked if he got hold of me as he offered six of the best from Al or writing the school rules out six times from him, I opted for the latter and was writing from teatime to two in the morning and forever in Big Dave's debt.

The same art teacher and his buddy later in term ran out of school at break to sort out a fight in the playground.

They laid waste to first and second years like explorers cutting down bamboo to make a path in the jungle then stopped as they approached the arena.

Big Al said to his buddy, Wee Al (it must have been an art thing), who do you think will win?

We Al replied, ' I'll take the ginger boy from the Links', OK said Big Al, 'I'll take the boy from Burntisland, a pound?' 'deal' they both said and gave the fight a minute to come to a conclusion and then took the pair of them away for a leathering.

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Bondage & games involving pain really does require a good element of trust.

I recall being tied to the bed by a girl who then proceeded to inflict pain on me by means of biting my nipples to the extent they were bleeding profusely......closest I've come to hitting/knocking fcuk out of a woman.

Fcuking lunatic she was!

Bit over the top in a double Geography class right enough.

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We Al replied, ' I'll take the ginger boy from the Links', OK said Big Al, 'I'll take the boy from Burntisland, a pound?' 'deal' they both said and gave the fight a minute to come to a conclusion and then took the pair of them away for a leathering.

I think we can see why the belt was made in Fife.

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Not old enough to have had the belt at school, but effectively had the same via 'the slipper' from my dad in the case of a bad school report or a call home.

He wasn't on the scene for my two brothers and I was definitely the best behaved of the lot of us. Perhaps there are other factors at work there, but just saying.

The threat of no sweeties couldn't compare to having your arse stung by a bit of shoeware. Very rarely did it have to be used it has to be said.

Eta: the most effective punishment I saw was from my CDT teacher. He'd simply make you hug an mdf box in the front corner of the room to bring your peer respect down to zero. Don't think I'll ever forget the line directed at a classmate (cue strong Fife accent): "Gary Booooooth! Don't just hug that box, love it. Love it! love the boax!!!". Don't think he dicked about in that class again after he spent the majority of a double period loving a wooden box in front of everybody.

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