Then she said the words: “Bend over and touch your toes.”
What could I do? I had no option, so I bent over and stretched my fingers so they touched my shoes and got a closer view of the carpet than I had ever wanted to have. Miss E lifted my gymslip and then I felt the cane touch my bottom contained in my now tight knickers. This was it, my first caning, and there was no escape. My name would appear in her book.
The first stroke whipped across my backside but I held my position and managed no sound louder than a gasp.