“… the sooner you keep still young lady, the sooner your twelve whacks with the plimsol will be over, and you will be back in class. I am going to count to twelve, if you are not perfectly still by then, you will remove your skirt and knickers, and we will proceed to the playground, dragged there quite unceremoniously by your left ear, no doubt kicking and squealing in protest. Whereupon we will wait for lunch time, and you will go over my knee, sat on the boundary wall for twenty four good hard, first class whacks! And you will stay there bent over, guarded by Prefects until the afternoon classes commence! What is it to be?” I shout harshly to her.

She takes her position in silence….perfect poise and silence.

That’s better…..THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK and on….

She kept still, as best she could, but the silence only lasted one thwack… ::smile::

Asa