" … and of course, I just told him. I said that I hadn’t done anything wrong and that it was ridiculous to suggest that any of it was my responsibility. Yeah, I just told him straight … yeah … what did he do? Well … ummm … he apologised for bothering me and said I could go."
The look that says “This is ridiculous. I’m far too old to be treated like this. But I sort of don’t have that much of a choice”.
First you can hang my blazer up for me then I am taking my slipper off and giving you a tanning. What is it going to be ? 2 dozen bent over the chair where I can get a good swing or over my knee for 100 ?
«Sigh.» Bloody babysitters. Do we have to do this? Okay,okay! Give me your blazer then and I’ll hang it in the hall. Yes, I’ll be quick. And then - have I got to take my skirt off for this … you know … this “tanning” I’m getting? Yes? Thought you’d say that. Okay, then I’ll go across your knee, if I have to!
Is there anything more humiliating than having to stand on a chair in the hall after punishment? Especially with your skirt up, knickers down and your freshly-spanked bum on display? All over some stupid misunderstanding about some graffiti on a desk?
Does he know? He couldn’t know. Could he know? He can’t know. But why has he sent for me if he doesn’t know? What’ll he do to me if he knows? He’ll punish me, won’t he? Anyone would. But he doesn’t know. Does he?
Feminism? I dunno, I’m just trying to be a good girl, Sir.