My Second Last Day at School
I was caned on my second last day at school. Five of the best. It would have been six, except it was my birthday. The headmistress - a lady I had known as a family friend for years - let me off the final stroke as a birthday present.
"Happy birthday" she said, as I wriggled and rubbed in front of her.
Two days later, she was a guest at my 18th birthday party, all smiles and friendship.
"Happy birthday" she said, as I wriggled and rubbed in front of her.
Two days later, she was a guest at my 18th birthday party, all smiles and friendship.