“Come on, Marling. Lindsey got it on her knickers and I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t get it on your pants! Now, don’t waste my time unless you want extra.”
I was sniffing away tears as I reluctantly lowered my short grey trousers and placed them on the chair. My little bottom felt so vulnerable.
Mrs Seaton picked up her cane from the desk.
“Now, I want you to bend right down over the desk, holding onto the other side. And you stay there until I give you permission!”
My legs were trembling as I stretched myself over the desk. It was wide and I could only just hold onto the edge with my toes on the floor. I tried to make my grip as firm as possible and closed my eyes tight shut and waited.