Anyhow, after disecting my file and expressing his exasperation at my record, he noted that I was not staying on to the school 6th form and that this was effectively my last day at his school. He then told me that it would be his last chance to get me to mend my ways so he would make it a memorable punishment.
I went through his ritual of drawing the ghastly ’70’s orange curtains in his office while he readied himself and buzzed the secretary to bring him a cane and the punishment book. Instead of the 2 strokes he normally gave for missing detention, he was going to give me 4, because previously 2 had clearly not been enough to affect my behaviour.
The punishment was prolonged because the cane broke (as I recounted elsewhere) and he had to request a replacement. I am sure he laid it on particularly hard.