That night I couldn’t get what I had seen out of my mind. I thought more and more about that girl and how much I wanted to slipper her myself, and then watch her rubbing her bottom as she had done earlier. And it was only her, that particular girl, I felt this urge to punish. At this point I wasn’t thinking about slippering girls in general, but just her.
The next morning at first break, I went over to the gymnasium. There was a PE teacher in there and I told him that I had come to pick up a slipper, as instructed to when I first started. I was very nervous and worried about what he might think, but there was no need to be. “Yes, fine,” he said as he opened the store room door.