The result was another resounding crack of bamboo against my proffered rear and a long drawn out cry of agony from my dry lips. I had never been hit as hard in all my time at the school.
“Practice makes perfect Miss Long. Give Thomson a good thrashing and I’ll watch for any lapses in technique. We tend to practice the art of caning alone without the benefit of anyone watching for any little mistakes in style that might have crept in. This is a chance to hone your skills.”
So it was that I had to endure a further twenty strokes from Miss Long while Lady Malham coached her like a golf professional trying to improve a player’s swing. There were some breaks when the two women stopped to discuss the finer points of caning boys and recounted stories of floggings they’d administered to hapless
