Can you imagine the stomach-churning feeling of the long silent wait in the corridor outside my study? Now imagine how that silence would be punctuated with my command to enter followed by my instruction to close the door and stand bolt upright.
Now imagine the intimidating sight of the tawse, cane and the gym shoe placed neatly on my desk? Then imagine that these instruments of chastisement chosen by me, to leave their painful impressions on your up-ended buttocks.
