To a degree it worked. Deliberately the Headmaster allowed a longer gap between the seventh and eighth strokes, no doubt to prolong my agony before administering the final stroke. This delay allowed my amorous thoughts to couple with the pain flowing from my glowing posterior and, ridiculously, I once more became aroused. I certainly heard and felt the force of the eighth and final stroke, and I am certain that it would have been laid on with all the might the Headmaster could muster.
“I must say Spockings you took your punishment very well. Now go to my washroom and change back into your uniform. Then you must return to your classroom. I trust that I will never have to beat you like that again.”