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Marrianne accompanied Doris to the door, and after a brief conversation, I heard her leave the house and drive away. When my wife returned to her sewing room, I turned from the corner and was gently trying to rub some distress from my battered bottom. What I find intriguing is that Marriane never touches John’s bare behind herself (except presumably for erotic purposes), yet she has pretty much total control over how frequently and intensively it ends up being blistered by Doris. She can act calm and cool about any misbehavior on his part, yet have him reduced to blubbering tears with his naked buttcheeks blazing, in front of her, with a single phone call.

Marrianne was scraping the remnants of a good breakfast off the plates and into our garbage container when she made that comment. The tomato, bacon and cheese omelet I made for us turned into a cold lump in my stomach.

Turning to me, and looking me straight in the eyes, Doris continued, “My name is Doris, but you may call me ma’am, as in ‘yes ma’am’ or ‘no ma’am’, as the situation dictates. Your wife has asked me to help her provide discipline in your life, which, by all reports from her and your sister-in-law, is sorely needed.” I saw Marrianne’s lips compress, the way they do when she is irritated. Then she said, “There is no reason to put it off any longer, John. You said yourself you needed this form of discipline, and I agree with you. I’ve committed considerable time and effort in arranging this with Doris, and I’m confident she can do the job. Now why don’t you go take a shower, put on just your robe, then come to my sewing room. I want to complete the baby blanket I’ve been crocheting in time for Barbara’s baby shower.

My body jerked, and I started to turn from the corner when the doorbell announced we had a visitor. Marrianne put down her work and said in her sternest voice yet, “Don’t you dare leave that corner. I am more than adequately upset with you already.”I apologize for the trouble I caused you, ma’am,” I stammered, wanting only to mollify this strong woman who still held me firmly over her left thigh. “Thank you for providing me with the discipline I needed.”

When I finally got out of the shower, I saw Marrianne had hung my bathrobe on the hook inside the bathroom door. I suddenly needed to use the toilet again. In 1909, the Head Prefect Robert Boyd (OC 867) explained to the new prefects their duties which included to ‘ensure promptness of boys at meals’, ‘to enforce by example and precept good behaviour at meals’ and make sure ‘boys must get permission before leaving studies during prep time’. 1 When I returned to the sewing room, Doris was seated in the chair and indicated I should place the bag on the floor, within easy reach, at her left side. Taking my wrist, she guided me to stand to her right.With my wrist in her right hand, Doris leaned over to open her bag and extracted a hard wood paddle with two rows of holes down the sides. She brought it up past my face to be certain I saw what was coming next.