How can anyone ever be ready for this — staring at the carpet, finger tips to toe-caps, the peculiar feeling of fresh air over your bottom when you really, really are used to the protection of at least your knickers, and usually your skirt? Of course I should have kept my temper.
No-one really disagreed as to what had happened.
Pneumatically warm over the lap.
A new area of pain.
and nuns looking on catches the eye.
Rather less exposing, if rather more public, than the Calderon image, it still filled me with a sense of surrender and submission by the young woman who is its subject.