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‘Uo away so I can spy in peace I feel aard going over to the building and blatantly rubbernecking in front of a stranger

‘OK,’ he says ‘You knohere is a bar?’

‘God, there are hundreds round here Just walk in any direction’

I turn to cross the street, tense with the idea that soht put the blackout blind back down at any et ued

‘Why you are unfriendly to me?’

Oh God, just go away! He is followingHow many does a man need anyway?

‘All English girls are like this?’

I reachposition

‘Please stop harassing ful of toxic London air and fail to find any more words until a heartfelt ‘Oh my God!’ escapes my lips

‘You are OK?’

The tourist guy kneels down next tohand, but he is having none of it He leans forwards, wanting to see what it is that has shocked me so

‘Wow,’ he says, sounding ilish vice, right?’

‘Uh-huh’ I can’t speak, I’

We are looking down into a plain, cell-like basement room The exposed brickwork is painted white and bare of decoration A bank of four old-fashioned school desks take up the central space, while facing us at the end is a chalkboard with soations written on it The verb of the day appears to be Flagello – to flagellate Very apposite, given that the stern-lookinga crook-handled cane of the type that was banned in schools when I was a wee girl

At three of the four desks, their backs to us, sit two overgrown schoolboys and an overgrown schoolgirl I had no idea you could get school uniforms in adult sizes but obviously there’s a niche market out there

At the front, beside the ‘teacher’, a wotailed and mini-kilted, stands on a chair with her hands on her head She is tre a little, her face is flushed, but it’s unclear whether fear or excitement predoiven that the sight of her in her hu my stomach squirm a little and oing through her ly keen to experience it at firsthand

I hold my breath, then let it out when the teacher lifts the he the kind of navy-blue gym knickers that went out in about 1975 She isthe class an eyeful of her full, rounded bum

The teacher says soh the air, and she steps off the chair, carefully, hands still on head, then she bends and places her palym knickers stretch and outline it in pitiless detail

The teacher addresses his pupils, punctuating his words by sraced girl’s bottom repeatedly Her flesh quivers but she keeps her position How

painful is it? I wish I could hear through the heavy glazing I want to knohat that sounds like

He stops and says soirl, who stands and then peels down her knickers to her knees My breathing is ragged as the freshly spanked pink globes are revealed to sha? If she’s anything likewet around the crotch I’ve had this kind of fantasy for years, but never expected to see it in action