I remember glancing quickly at Father M, who had a strange expression, somewhere between ‘you poor soul’ and ‘that serves you right’.
I was really wishing he had elected to spank us now.
I suspect, although 100% more embarrassing for the three of us, it wouldn’t have hurt anywhere near this much.
Finally, Sister C stopped and I got shakily back to my feet, determined I was not going to give her the satisfaction of rubbing my bottom, which was absolutely on fire. I had managed not to cry either, which I think upset the nun. Good!
“Now, finally, you,” Sister C said to Trish who, like me, moved quickly to avoid being dragged over her knee.
She managed to plant her bottom in the right place, so I guess this was not Trish’s first spanking.