At the end of each assembly he would announce the names of those unfortunate schoolboys whose presence was required outside his study immediately after assembly. A boy whose name was called out would turn white and then look down at his feet, fearful of what lay in store for him. Whilst being summoned to the Headmaster’s study did not necessarily mean an inevitable beating, those so summoned always feared the worst.
I suppose it was about five weeks into the first term when it was my turn to turn white and look at my feet whilst contemplating my fate.
“…and B.Spockings of Form 1A”