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 a revenge doubtless for all the teasing I had enjoyed at their expense.
Well as she never did put me over her knee, pull my pants down 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. A variation was a piano lesson in which each wrong note earned a similar penalty, who knows I could be another Mozart by now instead of someone who can barely play chopsticks!
These daydreams that stirred up such strange feelings were a source of great delight and the variations were endless. I could be held over a desk or otk or over a vaulting horse although that one came a little later.
