I know that I shall receive six. I have only ever had four – and found the fourth, the last one almost unbearable. Except this time it wouldn’t be the last one.
I shall spare you the interview with the Head Prefect in his study. Somehow I find my way from it to the undercroft of the chapel – an ill-lit, gloomy place, with an echo. The Head’s footsteps. Firm. He appears and indicates where he wants me. I bend over, feeling my trousers tighten over my buttocks. He tells me to part my legs and to hold my ankles.