#194335 - With a louder than usual click, the clock hands above her reached three o’clock. She clenched and unclenched her bottom cheeks as number seven and eight arrived causing her to lurch forward and into this maelstrom of agony the final two strokes targeted home; number nine diagonally on one side and ten as expected by far the hardest, diagonally on the other, the final two forming an ‘X’ in raised red welts over her throbbing bottom. The playing fields were such a short distance away and happy cries of those fortunate girls engaged in the more usual Saturday afternoon school activities were only too audible to the girl standing irresolutely midway between the door and the large imposing desk behind which was seated the owner and sole occupant of this study.
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