Posted at 23:17 on 31 Jan 2013 by Pandora / Blake
This is my bottom last night, after a school caning roleplay in the afternoon.
I was caught slipping gin into the punch at the sixth form Summer Ball. The Housemaster told me to meet him immediately in the staffroom, and I made my way there nervously, still in my cocktail dress and high heels. As he scolded me it began to dawn on me what a silly mistake I'd made. He told me to bend over for a few whacks right there and then, just in case I hadn't already sobered up, I think. Then I was given a choice.
I would have to be caned, no doubt about it. When the Governors found out about this they'd need to be reassured that it had been properly dealt with, and they knew how damaging it would be to my academic career to be expelled just before exams.
The caning would be administered the following day, properly attired in my school uniform, after being given the night to contemplate my fate, and the morning to nurse my aching head. My choice was whether it was to be six of the best in front of the whole school at assembly, or twelve in private.
I chose the twelve, of course. Wouldn't you?