The Headmistress at my school was rumoured to keep a slipper in her desk, a rumour that none of the teachers would confirm or deny. However, in the five years I was there I never heard of anyone getting it but we were never quite sure if it existed or not.
Anyway, one day I was sent to see her after a series of detentions and resorted to the age old precaution of putting an exercise book down the back of my
knickers. I stood in front of her in a complete funk with tightly clenched buttocks whilst she gave me a grand b*ll*cking and was almost crying with relief when I was dismissed with 10 million - or whatever number - of lines to be completed by the next day. Phew !!
If the worst had come to the worst I wonder if she would have noticed...