May 1978 I was a pupil at a mixed middle school (junior school in some parts of the country), aged 11 and looking forward to going up to the local secondary school in September. The names of those involved have been changed. As was pretty much the norm in those enlightened days, your classroom teacher was allowed to spank their pupils, within reason, with no punishment book record. That was the preserve of the headmistress and deputy headmistress. Both male and female teachers were allowed to spank boys and girls in those days, and the teacher could punish how they wished, again within

Half a lifetime ago I did English and Drama at A-level in school. Each year, we put on two shows, one modern on Shakespeare. In the upper sixth, we had a new head of English, Miss West. Rather than the traditional school favourites of Romeo and Juliet or Hamlet, she decided on The Taming of the Shrew. Casting was done and I was cast as Petruchio whilst the school hottie, Rachel, was cast as Katherine. I’ll be honest at this point; I did not know why I was getting all sorts of winks, smiles and you lucky bast**d comments. I had read the original work. However,