A typical school strapping recalled
I was bored and distracted. Miss Walker was droning on about fractions, not my best subject, and my girlfriend was sitting opposite me wearing a really short skirt. Just to tease me, she stroked the top of her thigh, smiled at me, and then blew me a kiss.
“Garry Smith!” Miss Walker exclaimed. “Are you paying attention?”
“Yes miss,” I muttered. What else could I answer?
“Bring your book out here now, lad.” she said. She was seated at her desk.
I knew I’d done very little work but there was no alternative. I stood up and went to her desk. She was wearing a short pink skirt, white blouse, black sheer tights and sling back shoes. My heart was pounding.
Miss Walker looked at my book.
“What have you been doing, lad?” She shouted. “Am I just here wasting my time?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“So, you are not bothered, are you? In the corner lad, face against the wall! We will see how bothered you are at the end of the period.”
I walked over to the corner, my face burning with humiliation, and stood with my nose touching the wall. A few of my friends sniggered. Miss Walker looked up.
“Anybody wanting to join our friend are welcome, but I assure you they won’t be laughing at the end of the period!”
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