I saw the slipper he was holding in his right hand. It was a black plimsoll with a dull yellowy-coloured sole. He placed it on the girl’s bottom to take aim, then drew it back before delivering the first whack. The girl cried out and I could hear her breathing loudly. But still, fascinated as I was, I felt no sexual arousal. But then came the second whack. It was delivered exactly as before, and the girl again cried out as before, but this time her hand shot around to rub her bottom. And that was the moment I became “hooked”.
After telling her to put her hand back on the chair, he gave her two more whacks. She then stood up and, after being told to, made her way back out through the main staff room, rubbing her sore bottom with both hands as she did so.