You would feel the paddle being tapped against your cheeks, then Miss Cuthbert would tell you to brace yourself and smack your bottom as hard as she could.
The first swat was always a shocker – you heard the loud smack, then a wave of pain would follow.
I usually gasped at the first swat and held on tighter to the bar. Again, Miss Cuthbert would tap your butt, then whack you.
The second stroke would start me sobbing.
The third stroke would make me howl and start crying out loud – none of which brought any sympathy from your spanker.
The fourth stroke would have me bawling like a baby and my legs would start to tremble.
It was nearly impossible to keep from wiggling and Miss Cuthbert would sometimes pull your shorts tight again to receive the next swat.
By the sixth swat, I was frantic and just wanted to die – but there was more.