I was always good at school, but I got put up for the cane once:
There was an old, butt-ugly female teacher whose (Welsh) nickname loosely translated as ‘Fordson Tractor’ – I guess she must have known about it:
My mates and I were making engine and gear changing noises as we ran up some stairs (as early teenage boys do). She came storming down the stairs, absolutely livid, convinced we were making fun of her, and hauled us off to the headmaster’s office to be caned. Luckily for us, the headmaster (a psycho who would, without question, have caned us) was out, so we got handed to the Deputy Head. She gave her version of the way we had taunted her, and how disgraceful our behaviour was (all the time avoiding any reference to specifics) while we stood, open-mouthed at the blatant lies she was telling.
When she left, he indulged an about half an hour of psychological torture – being made to wait with our hands out, while he did a lot of cane-swishing and desk thwacking. Then he just opened the door and told us to go – Yay! 🙂
PE teacher? He was just a sadistic ****.