We held hands as six strokes were given in the space of a few seconds. I stood up and slipped my hands inside my knickers and clutched my welted bottom then pulled my trousers up. I hugged Mrs B then Mr B and kissed them both. I left that house with a spring in my step.
On the train to my new home my backside glowed and on arrival at a flat I was to share with two other girls they greeted me. They were my age and one was quite bossy just like Pippa the prefect but neither of them ever showed any inclination for spanking. It would be several years before a slipper, tawse or cane marked my bottom again.