Well, about an hour later, mum came home and of course the first thing she saw was a grim-faced Mrs Smyth, and her daughter and son (in drag) standing in the corner. I can say there was some sexual feeling though – I’ve always found my bottom one of my most erogenous zones, and although I was always aware how much the tanning was going to hurt, I knew that afterwards the intense burning sensation would be stimulating, once the stinging had died down. Once, when Mother had given it me midweek, I can remember how uncomfortable it was sitting on hard classroom chairs the day afterwards. This constant reminder of the recent tanning of my bottom was all part of the punishment – my mother always said that she hadn’t done it hard enough if I wasn’t still sore the next day. After mum listened to us carry on for a while, she observed: “Well, we’re getting nowhere with this. Mrs Smyth, would you care to take a hand in the handing out of discipline?” Mrs Smyth agreed, and it was decided that she would use her hand on me (maybe they felt sorry for me) and mum would use the strap on Judith.

The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom.

Mother: „Be sure we are able to arrange your punishing only in front of people that agree with our methods and never will speak up for you.“ The promised storm arrived on one fateful Spring day. Confidence had grown into over confidence. Self confidence into haughtiness. Pubic hairs had covered her soft pubescent bone, fingers had delved, conversations with friends on the delight of a fingered pussy had taken place. It was one such conversation that made her not even notice her form teacher walk into the classroom. She carried on talking to Barbara, instead of standing up with the rest, to say in a slightly singing way, “Good Morning Miss Weltwell.” Re: Did anyone have paper hands on a wall to match your hands on for a school paddling -- Sarah (Sarah), 17:09:30 05/22/19 Wed [1]

It won’t seem like it to many people, but it’s now 10 years since the building that was once described as Cambridge’s best-loved school was demolished to make way for expensive new apartments.I remember the odd teacher throwing things like board rubbers but never actually hard or with the intention of hitting anyone.