It was after about a month or so of these two families being blended that I stayed for my first sleepover since the arrival of the newcomers. I came over straight from school and we played in Alan’s garden for quite some time.
It was a hot summer’s day and Alan suggested that he lend me some a pair of his swimming trunks so we could play in the family’s small pool. It was a great idea and I readily agreed. We undressed in his room and I heard him gasp as he caught sight of six red stripes across my bare and otherwise white bottom. I told him it did not hurt much now but I had received six strokes of the cane that morning from Mr Abril, the woodwork teacher.