That kids play school and spanking games is fact, I know because I was one of those wicked juveniles.
Indeed the first time I ever felt the cane on the seat of my school shorts was when I played “school” with the son of the headmaster of our primary school in their front garden. I was about 11 at the time and he had actually tied my arms behind my back with string so I couldn’t protect my bottom – a feeling that even today gets my head really buzzing, and my friend whacked away with a garden bamboo (nothing for serious cp adicts I might add!) extracting squeals of pain from yours truly since my friend was playing out his sadistic streak with a grin on his face.