I was about to open my mouth and protest, but out of the corner of my eye I saw him raise his hand high. Tensing with anticipation, I shut my eyes tight, awaiting the sting of his hand across my bare, vulnerable buttocks. He was not to disappoint me. I shrieked with the shock of such burning pain. I did indeed feel my bottom jump and quiver with each strike of his firm, disciplining hand.
Looking forward to reading this I think.
Katrina felt desperately sorry for Lisa, to say nothing of responsible. After all, if she hadn’t passed the note then Lisa wouldn’t have snorted with laughter as she read it. She wouldn’t have attracted the attention of Mr Bradshaw and she wouldn’t have giggled as he reminded her of the importance of silence in detention. Thankfully Lisa hadn’t given her away, and Mr Bradshaw had somehow managed not to find the note. So it was Lisa who had to pull her knickers down for a dose of the slipper. Katrina had flinched inwardly as every stroke had landed. But she hadn’t dared to glance at her friend; not even for a split second. She could almost hear what Mr Bradshaw would have said: “If you’re so interested in what’s going on over here, girl, then come here and bend over next to her. We’ll see how interested you are then!” So, for now, she’d have to ignore the other girl’s sobs. She’d have to try to make it up to her later.