That walk seemed like walking through treacle! It was only perhaps three or four steps but it took a long time. Mrs Gillingham looked at me. I was trying to look brave but I didn’t feel brave. I just wanted to get it over with and I was dreading the lecture before the painful bit. But she just looked at me and said: “I see…”
Then her hands moved out and before I knew it, my shorts were round my ankles, followed quickly by my underpants. All I could think of was how painful that slipper might be on my bottom.
Have you ever had one of those moments when you realise you have just made totally the wrong decision and it is too late to change it? Well, it was one of those moments.
As Mrs Gillingham took hold of my wrist and pulled me across her lap, she said: “Now, young man – I wasn’t going to spank you (oh heck!) as you are a guest, but seeing as you seem to expect it, it’s only fair you got what Andrew got.”
With that, she pushed the tail of my shirt up, placed a hand firmly in the small of my back and started to spank.
The first smack of the slipper stung – not quite as fierce as the cane, perhaps, but it still made me start and the second arrived before I had ‘readied’ myself, followed by the rest in rapid succession.