I rushed out of the classroom, with a fire in my pants, but I couldn’t face my friends, and hid in the boys’ toilets for the rest of break time.
I spent a miserable afternoon sitting uncomfortably on a very sore bottom, and the afternoon got even more miserable when Miss Moore went over to my mum at home time, and told her that I had been smacked, and why. As soon as we got out of the classroom, Mum promised me another smacked bottom when we got home.
And that’s exactly what I got, though this time, of course, my shorts and pants came down before I was put back in that familiar position. Mum was a champion bottom smacker, and my little rump had probably never been as sore as it was when I was put to bed early with no tea.