The heat on my seat just built up and up. I must have been over Miss Moore’s knee for around five to ten minutes, having every part of my bottom thoroughly smacked, and then re-smacked.
After a while, the only thing I remember was the sound of slapping and me wailing.
Bottom blazing, I was finally let up. Miss Moore was flushed in the face from administering the smacking and smelled strongly of sweat, presumably from the sheer physical effort of chastising me. She took out a handkerchief and dried my eyes for me, then wiped a few beads of perspiration from her own forehead with it.
“Well, Andrew, I hope that’s taught you a salutary lesson, and we won’t have any more problems with you talking. Away outside with you!”