I had left school having had just one caning (for fooling around on a bus) and one slippering (for loitering in the changing rooms after hockey) but I think the seeds of curiosity in corporal punishment had been sown.
I had no idea how the next experience would come about but I remembered those two experiences with shame and excitement.
After I left school I moved to a large town to work in an admin job which I enjoyed.
I had managed to get some digs in a nice house owned by an elderly couple.
They had explained when I responded to their card in the newsagent’s window that they had decided to take a lodger not for the money but partly for the company and some help around the place.
I said that was ok and they pointed out that as the rent was low they really did expect me to help out with odd jobs like cleaning, shopping and so on.