This I know for sure because on the bus home, she related to our eager ears the full details and was even enticed to lift up her dress and pull up her knicker legs to show us her weals, on a promise that nobody tell her parents that she was caned.. oh how things have changed! I was fascinated by the marks. A cluster of parallel weals symetrical on both cheeks, then a gap, then re-appearing angrily on her right thigh and hip. Each welt exhibited the traditional tramline effect, lined in blue with the tip raised in a swolen nodule.
It was a friday, important because it was the weekend and the night of the camp youth club. Despite my junior years I girded my loins and asked her out. To my surprise (although I was a very handsome little tyke) she accepted.