My dreams are full of spankings these days. I could blame it on a few intense play-days I’ve had last week or have coming up, or maybe I could blame it on being parted from Abel while he’s working away, or maybe I should stop looking for a reason and just enjoy it.

Anyway, last night I was a student teacher at a big mixed state school. One of my responsibilities was to spend some of my office hours consoling students who had been punished. Any boy or girl who had been spanked could come into my office, have tea, biscuits and a box of tissues to wipe their eyes.

In the particular episode I remember from the dream there was a queue of people to be paddled at the Headmaster’s door down the corridor, and they kept arriving at my office one by one for their consoling hug and a cup of tea.
I’m still puzzled as to what the paddle was doing in the hands of a British Headmaster.

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