Miss Evans spanking 3 cont...

She stood behind me a few moments then slowly reached up to the
 waistband of my pyjama bottoms and pulled them down. I heard the
 entire dorm gasp and couldn't look around, frozen in horror. This
 was the first time any of us had been slippered on the bare bottom
 and I wanted to die, exposed to all the boys, my standing destroyed
 in their eyes. Bent forward ignominiously. A girl, older than I,
 assistant matron, yet nonetheless very young in the scheme of things,
 exposing my intimate parts in public. And the feeling of her hands
 against my flesh as she slid the fabric off my nakedness! Like a
 caress. A soft sweet caress in extreme contradiction to the brutal
 physical pain and perhaps worse emotional pain she was about to
 inflict. 

 I could only bury my face in the bedclothes while feeling the eyes of
 the entire class glued expectantly to my small bottom shining out in
 the large ill-lit shadowy room with its beds in two orderly lines. It
 was summer and my skin browned very easily to a handsome
 golden tan and the lines of my swimming trunks made abrupt
 demarcations accentuating the whitenesss of my buttocks. Not white
 for much longer. Thwhack! Miss Evans brought the slipper down
 really hard. Next morning the other boys told me they saw precisely
 where that first slap landed by the clear red mark in the exact shape
 of the plimsoll slap-bang in the middle of my right cheek. But, they
 laughingly told me, this soon disappeared as the rest of my backside
 turned red. 

 She hit 6 times and by the end I was in tears, tears of physical pain,
 of shame and degradation, loss of my love, of anger. I was told to
 get back into bed, did so with as much dignity as I could muster,
 and she left. None dared talk any more that night. 

 I was deeply upset and very quiet for a long time thereafter. Not
 long after the spanking Miss Evans left the school for a job in a shop
 in the town so I saw her less often, for we were only allowed into
 the town on Saturday afternoons. I never spoke to her again yet
 each time I saw her two things happened - no, three. My face
 reddened as I recalled the unjustified indignity, my bottom seemed
 to tingle and feel again the sensous stroking of her fingers pulling my
 pyjamas down followed by the burning slaps, and my cock would
 stir to erection.