when the smacking finished I was in floods of tears,

This was something which was compounded as I was made to stand back in the corner with a sore bottom until my teacher came back.

I had to endure all sorts of whispered comments and was relieved when my teacher came in.

Even though she did give me a good telling off for misbehaving,

I had to sit the rest of the day on a sore bottom.

Of course when I got home mum had no sympathy for me but thankfully was quite content to leave such things to the school.

I told her it was unfair the boy didn’t get smacked too but she said if I hadn’t been messing around in the first place I wouldn’t have got smacked.

This  was  generally the story of my school days I was a slow learner it seems