Our young new teacher really swings the slipper down onto poor old Sara’s little pink knickers and lets her have a thunderous whack across her backside.
I’m sure Sara felt that one!
“And that makes eight, I believe.”
Joanna steps back and just briefly looks at Sara who is now standing upright and rubbing her bottom quite frantically. “
Shall I give you this?”
She hands me the plimsoll.
“Do you need me for anything else?”
“Thanks,” I say, as I take the slipper,
but Joanna is looking at Anthea, who shakes her head.
“Right.
Thanks for the practice, girls.
Goodnight!”
We all murmur our goodnights as Joanna leaves.
Sara has settled down a bit now.
“I’ll just put this away,” I say,
rather hopefully, starting to move towards the cabinet where we keep the slipper.