Whilst I saw others get slippered, I managed to avoid it until I was older.
I was aware, from reactions I’d seen, that it did hurt more, but hadn’t to that point experienced it.
On the day, when instead of being put over her knee, I was instructed to bend over the desk,
I remember my stomach tightening.
I duly bent over and waited for what felt ages, though it was only a few seconds. T
he slipper rested on my bottom, then came the first smack.
Normally when I cried, it built up slowly, from a sob a moan, then open tears.
On this occasion, I literally burst into tears, straight away.
I had a very sore bottom that day and any other time I was slippered.