She rested the cold paddle against my upturned bottom and in a low voice reinforced her good opinion of me, her expectations of much better behaviour and her disappointment with my outburst during class.
Her left hand pressed firmly into the small of my back and she smacked that slipper into the centre of my bottom so hard I thought the top of my head was going to fly off. I gripped the desk with all my might and tried as if my life depended on it not to cry out from that first swat.