We were taught away from the main buildings of the school in a freezing little wooden hut. If any child complained they were cold she would fix them with her sternest gaze and say” If your cold the best way to warm up is with a well smacked bottom”. It was one of her little jokes and I would often feign coldness just to hear her say that.
If any child, although it was always a boy, as all the girls in our class were absolute paragons of virtue, did step over the bounds he would be promised a warm bottom if he did it again. 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.