My primary school was mostly staffed by women teachers who were ready to demonstrate the slapped legs and ruler on the hand for the slightest misbehaviour. I can very clearly remember one day meeting a couple of older boys when on a bike ride who were telling us stories of the slipper that we would be facing when we finally started secondary school and not having come across the slipper at primary school imediately thought of Dennis’s dad from the beano and his tarten carpet slipper.
Once I started secondary school I didn’t have long to wait before the slipper became very familar to me.