I liked getting slippered (although there were some teacher I avoided because they were very severe) and I was disappointed on some occasions when I missed out.
It was not uncommon for teachers to arrive at the lesson with a set of books and a plimsoll or other suitable ‘Slipper’to have at hand in case it was needed. I can remember my RE teacher dealing very quickly with a case of pushing at the classroom door by taking a boy to one side and giving him a quick slippering on the spot. He pulled the boy out of line, quickly bent him over and gave him three quick whacks with the plimsoll. I watched as the teacher lifted his knee up slightly as he put a bit of effort into making the slippering sting and the boy on the receiving end looked pained and said,’Ow!’ each time the ‘Slipper’ hit his bottom. My regret was that it wasn’t my bottom.