However, if either the headmaster or deputy’s head saw you there, they would beckon you over, walk ahead of you to their room, pull their slipper out of their desk, and whack your backside, without asking what you had done wrong. Then it was back to standing under the clock until your teacher sent a pupil out to get you to rejoin the class.
So it was like a game of Russian roulette – you never knew if you were going to be given a slippering, and you kept listening intently for those familiar footsteps. I must have had the slipper in this way at least 4 or maybe 5 times, never less than 4 strokes, and that was from 2 big men. It hurt!