It was thinking about that latter stage – the rubbing – that particularly aroused me. That, not the whacking itself, had been what had so powerfully taken hold of me the previous day when I had witnessed that girl’s punishment, and it was the part I was most looking forward to seeing again, only this time with myself as the person who had caused it to happen.
Suddenly I was a very happy young man. At last my head was clear as I looked forward to my first experience of slippering a girl. I didn’t know which girl it would be, and I didn’t particularly care. All I knew was that the very next girl who gave me a legitimate reason to exercise my right as a teacher to administer physical corrective discipline was going to have a very sore bottom.