I troop over to the chair and stand behind it, and Joanne follows me.
My ears fail to detect any sound of footsteps in the corridor outside,
so I bend over the back of the chair thrusting my head down until it practically touches the woven cane seat.
My trousers are really straining against my bottom,
but I consider it’s better to go along with the game,
then Joanne will get a better picture of how I want her to treat Sara and Anthea.
“This is how they’ll need to position themselves, Joanna.” I say.
“Make sure their knickers are really tight across their bottoms;
that way each whack will sting much more.”