I deserved to be slippered. I had been a naughty girl and I had been caught. I knew a slippering was coming my way and there was no point in making it worse. So I adopted my best contrite-girl-in-trouble look; my head bowed, looking at my shoes, flicking occasional gazes up at him through my hair.
He was surprised. ”Well, Chelsea. I expected tears and silly excuses from you, if I’m honest. I’m pleased with your honesty and your grown-up attitude. I tell you what, I’ll allow you to keep your knickers on during your slippering. Come here, then. I’ll just check you’ve not got an exercise book down your pants and then we can get on with it. Come on, lift your skirt, girl!
(Source: thepenitents, via disciplineinthehomeandschool)