At the end of each term, she gave every one of us a small present but she promised a special end-of-term present for the naughtiest boy in the class,
“A box of assorted whacks”.
Sometimes impromptu discussions would break out on who was the likely candidate.
As one of the front runners I was often mentioned and the girls, in particular, seemed keen I should suffer,(if that’s the right word!) as revenge doubtless for all the teasing I had enjoyed at their expense.
Well as she never did put me over her knee, and soundly spank me I was forced to daydream.
One scenario was a spelling test in which she gave one whack with a slipper or springy little cane for each mistake.