My governess is very strict.
One minor misdeed on my part, one word out of line, home two minutes after curfew, and
"Young man, you know my rules. Get your clothes off, and kneel on the table, right now."
And she fetches one of her many canes, and strikes my bare bottom over and over again.
I am usually sobbing long before she is done.
Then she tells me to get up and go to the corner.
And I stand there, often for an hour, before she says I can come out and go to my room.
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