We were all now, somewhat different, being strong guys in our mid teens and it was payback time. ‘Hold out your right hand’ ‘Oh please no’, she pleaded. She gave this some thought and for the first time since our entrance looked worried. I went behind her again and pulled her legs apart as wide as I could get them. MIss Clark had been the most hated teacher at that school and was someone we had all talked about since our days there. ‘What do you want?’ she asked. I pulled her knickers to her knees. She gave me two excrutiatingly painful cuts across my right palm and two more across my left one………………………………………………. I had always remembered her wearing severe horn rimmed spectacles and I suddenly saw a pair on a coffee table, so I reached over and pushed them onto her face.It really brought it all back for all of us. I remember it well. She spasmed upwards from the arm of the sofa.
