Fri­day 8 March 1952

The end of my first week as head­mistress and the first time I have been called on to use the strap ñ an evil-look­ing black one, bequeathed to me by my pre­de­ces­sor, Mr Grange. Three ner­vous-look­ing boys from the low­er fifth knocked on my door and told me they had been sent to see me by the geog­ra­phy mas­ter, Mr Willis, for run­ning in the corridor.
Nev­er hav­ing strapped a pupil before, I was almost as appre­hen­sive as they were. But I decid­ed that, if my author­i­ty was to be respect­ed, it was no time for half mea­sures. I made each of the boys touch their toes in turn, while I gave them ten hard strokes of the strap over their tight grey shorts. One of the boys had tears in his eyes by the time I had fin­ished, and the oth­er two were red-faced and rubbed their bot­toms furi­ous­ly as they left the room. ëGood,í I thought to myself. ëThey wonít be com­ing back here in a hurry.í

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