I could see it in her beautiful yet stern eyes, and at that terrible moment, all thoughts or rather, illusions of bravery and defiance collapsed inside me. I knew that I was in for it, my mouth became dry and I could feel my heart beating rapidly, I really, really could have fainted! But I was insistent, so after confirming that I really wanted to do it, she shrugged, turned to Justin, and said, “I hope seeing this teaches you a real good lesson.” Well clearly, Jason, the arrangement we have been operating under cannot continue, can it? You've given me a lot to think about."

Nervously, I straightened my pants again, feeling the squelch of the come still in my underwear. If only she would say something definite, something to indicate how she felt about this. I could not deny that a small part of me imagined her being maybe a little intrigued. But that was just a childish fantasy, too much to hope for. This incident occurred when I was into my second year at the school, and I was nine years old. That autumn, a new boy, Simon, joined the school and moved into our dormitory. Simon immediately became Matron’s favourite because he was so little and could be very cute when he wanted to be. She welcomed me and bid me be seated ( I thought probably it would be the last time I’d be sitting down that day) I did as I was instructed and wondered where all my careful planning had gone.Finally, she made him walk up and touch it – to feel how hot and sore it was. At that point he started crying, apologising to me and his mother for his misbehaviour. She made him stand there watching me for the full 30 minutes of corner time. I was informed of the bad reports she had received on me and try as I might, I had no real or tangible excuse for them… I silently accepted her scolding and disapproval, and relinquished all form of resistance, maybe it was for the best, maybe I really did deserve what was coming, I was about to find out, the hard way! Now, don’t mistake me, I do adore and love my Aunt Kay, she’s a wonderful woman if you’re not on the wrong side of her, but it’s simply a case of woe betide you, if you are! – and bugger, I was!

You may have already seen my previous mention of Miss Rose, the young Matron who looked after the younger boys when I was a boarder at a prep school on the south coast of England in the 1960s. Here is one particular incident which stands out from all the other times I was subject to her particular brand of discipline. It concerns the only time I ‘shared’ a spanking with another boy. The sitting room was comfortable and perfectly cosy, and not entirely dissimilar to the informal study of a Head Mistress, I studied the expensive looking wood and soft furnishings trying hard not to divert my gaze to the leather Tawse’s laying innocently yet menacingly enough on top of her writing desk, all of them had the tell-tale acute angle formed in the middle of their length telling me they had rested over the shoulder’s of former Tutor’s and that in fact, they were the real thing… oh bugger! I suddenly had the utmost horrible feeling that they had been laid out especially for me. Focus, Charlotte, your Aunt is speaking to you, try to find a way out of this! Actually, that experience made a big impact on Justin. From that day forward, he was a much better behaved boy. As for me, I never felt the need to volunteer my butt again, although I did get many more spankings for my own misbehaviour. Mrs. Johnson took me and Justin up to his room, where she told me to strip to my underwear. After doing that she placed me across her knee and began spanking me by hand. They hurt, but not too bad, and I was beginning to think I’d come out of this situation just fine. I was 10 years old and spending the night at my friend Justin’s house after attending his birthday party. Justin had disobeyed his mother and was about to get a spanking, when for some reason I got the crazy idea that a guy shouldn’t have to get spanked on his birthday.

You two, stand facing the wall hands on your heads. I will deal with you once the other boys have gone for afternoon break.” That, I knew, meant no biscuits and time for a prolonged session in the bathroom with Matron.

The lashes were given in 10 to 15 second intervals, all of them hurt and all of them stung, I was proud of myself that I didn’t actually shed tears, but it was close. I do recommend the Tawse for English students as I hear you do not like it 😉 I bit my lip, trying to tell myself this was all a bad dream and what had just happened had not actually happened. I was being sent to Aunt Kay’s for further discipline after failure to improve my behaviour, what rubbish! I thought, and to top it all off – in school uniform too! Shakily, and with her help, I lifted myself off her legs and started to stand. I wobbled for a moment, and then found my balance, and she took her steadying hands away. Fortunately, Matron hadn’t had time to fetch the dreaded hairbrush; she just spanked very hard with her hand. Because I was behind her, I dared to peep. I had never been in the same room as another boy being punished and this was interesting, even though I knew it would be my turn next.

I told his mother that, and she replied that if I really felt that way, I could take Justin’s spanking for him. I don’t know what came over me, but I said that I thought that was a good idea – I’d take Justin’s spanking. I don’t think she was expecting that, because she then spent several minutes trying to talk me out of it.