It is now Sunday after lunch; Mr Preston, the Maths master, and Tamsin have been to look for his car. When they cannot find it, he escorts Tamsin up to the punishment room. Tamsin will not say where it is, and soon the wicked cane is whipping her bottom again. Twenty more strokes fails to elicit the truth. When a judicious inspection discovers that Tamsin is very wet between the legs, Mr Preston suspects that Tamsin is being erotically charged by the thrashings. For good measure, he gives her a further fifteen strokes and says he will see her in the evening. The toll of her Sunday Thrashings i... Show more