Scraping Through
A marvellous story with lovely Alan Bell illustrations, from Roué 4 Sunlight streams in through lace-curtained windows in a little flat above a tea-shop. The noise of traffic filters up from below, the telephone on an elegant corner table rings in a muted way. Miss Etheridge ignores it for the moment. The thick strap in her hand whacks once, twice more across the reddened and bouncing buttocks. The girl stifles her sobs, with her knuckles pressed against her mouth, and then weeps desperately as the strap cracks across her bare bottom one last, stinging time. ‘Get up girl, and stand there!’ Miss Etheridge indicates a place at the end of the piano. The girl gets to her feet and tugs at her drooping knickers as she hurries to obey. ‘And leave them where they are! I haven’t finished with you yet!’ The weeping girl drops her pants, and they fall forlornly to her ankles. ‘And stop that blubbering chi...