I’ll take the cane,’ sobbed Nils no doubt thinking of the old ploy of wearing protective, pain dulling padding over his buttocks. Little did he realise the old flagellator was planning a political career quite possibly as the Government Whip.
‘Right, then report to my study after the exams.’ he was instructed. That’s where we came in on this story.
‘Drop your trousers, Hansen,’ thundered the rich voice of authority. Nils hadn’t counted on that as he unbuckled his belt. His trousers dropped to the floor. So too the extra protective textbook-lined underwear. ‘Now bend over and touch your toes.’