Time passed. My bottom successfully escaped the attentions of Mr Hughes, unlike that of many of my friends. I found I quite enjoyed the spectacle that was so often played out. I wanted to be slippered too, but I was still too timid to do things that might result in it. It nearly happened endless times, but somehow I managed not to get it. Whenever I could, however, I tried to keep my bottom prepared by self slippering. During these sessions I was often aware of a peculiar feeling in my willie when it had a bone in it. Not at all unpleasant, but a bit odd. One day I was particularly determined that every whack must be really hard. With slipper raised as high as I could I had to pluck up courage to follow through. Sometimes the anticipation of how much it might hurt was enough to delay the whack – but it had to be done!
Origins of the Interest3
