So my boyfriend was a prefect and yeah, it was pretty bad of me to cheat on him with that new boy who just transferred from St Aidan’s. And no, he didn’t take rejection too well. From that moment, right up until the end of term, he had it in for me: ”Hannah, you were talking during prep”. ”Hannah, you were five minutes late for registration”. ”Hannah, you pushed in the dinner queue”. And his favourite: ”Hannah, your uniform’s not up to standard”. All followed with “See me in the prefects’ room after afternoon school and I’ll deal with you then”. And “deal with me” he most certainly did. I had my knickers taken down more often that term than in the whole of the rest of my school career. And, because he knew of my parents’ view that a girl who got spanked at school got another smacked bottom at home, he always made sure they found out when I’d been punished.