I was aghast and excited but meekly led the way. They both came in and shut the door. I was also aroused but now we were at the very point of receiving the cane again I wondered if I could go through with it. In fact I did not have any choice.
“Turn round and bend over,” said Mrs B. I did so and paused for a moment thinking of Miss E telling me to bend over just three or four years earlier. I bent forward and placed my hands on my shins realising that Mr B was there.
Mrs B lifted my skirt and then took the cane from Mr B. I was acutely aware that my bottom was on show just in tight cotton pants and I felt the cane touch my bottom several times as Mrs B obviously took aim. All I can say about the next few moments is that compared with Mrs B’s six of the best Miss E was tame. Each stroke bit my bum and was accompanied by a distinct swish and crack. I held my position but when I stood up I could feel the welts beneath my pants.