Mrs B handed Mr B the cane and I went to my room where the inevitable inspection was made. My bottom was marked more than when I had received those four strokes before and the marks lasted for longer. The following day Mrs B came into my bedroom while I was standing there in my pyjamas and asked how I was feeling.
“Sore,” I said as she sat on the bed and patted my bottom. “I am sorry Mrs B and I did deserve that caning.”
She replied: “Yes, you did and your bottom will soon recover but there will be more for you young lady if needs be.”
After I had been caned at school Matron had inspected my stripes in the dorm that evening and now Mrs B told me to turn round and lower my pyjamas. I felt her hand on my bottom as I bent over the bed and it was quite thrilling showing her the marks.