Caning ended at least a decade before I was at school in England. The teacher when we were 7 or so showed us how to write nicely with the fountain pen. Boys flicking ink happened very rarely. I don't remember any intentional damage.
(Foreigners: "public school" in Britain means those extremely expensive schools that look like Hogwarts but have teachers more deranged than Snape and children more malicious than Malfoy. I'm amused by the anecdote about the textbook, as that's a plot point in Harry Potter.)
Depressingly accurate and funny
I still like fountain pens but I almost never write by hand anymore. Most of my classmates seem to have stopped with them as soon as they were allowed to though, which I never understood.
But either way, they were just hideous to use, and I can’t even say how many essays I had to rewrite because the pen would spontaneously decide to dribble all over the page.
It’s also left me with appalling penmanship, as it’s not like anybody ever taught us to write with fountain pens, as it was expected that you would Just Know, and if you didn’t, a few rounds of detention copying out the school rulebook would ensure you did.
Whan about master penman and women? Calligraphers?
Thankfully by the time I went to school everything was completely different. No fountain pens at all, very patient teachers, no caning. Complete reversal from the experience of school in my dad's time (he was born in '59), which honestly sounds more like prison than anything.
He left with no O-levels too. This was back when if you were struggling the teachers just decided to abandon you.
I hate fountain pens with a burning, unbridled passion - from 6 to 17, they were the only acceptable writing implement at school, and I just remember endless blotting, leaks, ruined shirts, thefts, bent nibs (it was considered sport to grab someone’s pen and bang it hard into a desktop), and of course there was always some idiot blowing through theirs in the back of class, drizzling everyone with ink.
The moment I was finished it went in the bin, and ever since I’ve used disposable biros.
Fountain pens are an anachronism, kept about seemingly solely to torture children.