Part of me would have liked it even if my knickers had come down, but if he’d done that, I wouldn’t have trusted him anymore and that would have been the strongest feeling then. It still would have thrilled me but it would have scared me far more. Being able to trust him, to feel safe while I was being hurt pretty badly, was also part of what made enjoy it.
Not only would the teacher find it quite impossible to control a wet tawse properly as wet leather is incredibly slippery, but they would spray water everywhere as the tawse was deployed. Worse still a considerable amount of water would inevitably be transferred from the tawse to the knickers of the unfortunate recipient on impact.