The venue for the last of the many courses I ran this year for my clients was the grandest of all: very hi-tech, with a welcome area for coffee and pastries, then an entrance lobby lined with screens, before the door into the rather marvellous workshop room.
Or, in my imagination, the punishment room.
Girls would be made to strip in the holding area, before being shown through to the lobby.
Each screen would display the name of a girl, her offence, the date of her conviction, and the number of strokes of the cane to which she had been sentenced.
They would be left waiting, some standing alone, others giving one another hugs and comfort.
The screens would clear. A message would appear: “Next offender: please proceed to be punished.” The doors to the punishment room would slide open. And then the screens would clear again, before flashing up the name of the girl in question…