I managed to avoid any kind of punishment, until my third year.
When I did finally have to be punished, I was extremely nervous.
I can’t remember why I was there but do remember being very reluctant to step forward when told to.
I was the only one that day and didn’t know what to expect.
Eventually and nervously, I shuffled forward. I was duly put over the headmistresses knee and given a firm spanking.
To my relief, it was not as bad as I got from dad.
The spanking itself certainly hurt and made me gasp, but I managed not to cry.
I was pretty good at school and didn’t get spanked too often, maybe about once or occasionally twice in a term.