Miss Pascalle always reviews my conduct in detail on the last Friday of every month and awards me punishments or disciplinary tasks, as necessary. If I'm to receive the cane, it is usually given on Sunday at midday. Aunt May, Miss Pascalle's sister, usually stays with us during disciplinary weekends and she is often the one who gives me the cane.
 
My conduct had been particularly poor and I was expecting to be dealt with severely, so nearing the appointed punishment time, I pressed my uniform carefully and then had a bath and washed my blonde hair, which I have to keep very short. Then I put on my white lace-edged panties and white ankle socks. The panties are the high-waisted old style with elastic waist and legs, so you're aware of them all the time. The rest of my uniform consists of a lacy white camisole, white poplin blouse, blue skirt and black court shoes. Miss Pascalle buys my uniform items from the Academy Wear catalogue, but I have to save up for everything from my allowance and pay her back.
 
Just before 8 PM. I reported to Miss Pascalle's study and stood to attention. As I stood waiting, I reflected on my plight. For the past four years, since first being petticoated by Miss Pascalle and Aunt Mary, I've had to wear panties, pantyhose and a camisole everyday under my regular clothes to work. It was very embarrassing at first, but I've now gotten used to lingerie for underwear. On the last Friday of every month, I have to wear a garter belt and stockings instead of tights, and in my brief case I have to carry a black half-slip. At lunch time I have to change into my petticoat and tuck it inside my trousers. This is to remind me that this is the day of my review.
 
It is difficult to describe my feelings as I waited to be addressed. Simply having to wear a girls' school uniform makes me feel subdued, apprehensive and childish, and as I waited my nervousness increased. When Miss Pascalle finally looked up at me, I was practically shaking as I gave her my Conduct Book, which I have to keep, and she compared it with her own notes.
 
I know perfectly well the lady behind the desk is Emma, my wife, but I would not dare call her anything but 'Miss Pascalle.' In my heart I know I've behaved badly and I must pay for it. My feelings are much the same now as when I was 'on report' at school years ago.
 
I was given a severe telling off and made to feel ashamed of myself, then I was told my punishment. I would remain in the house for three days, Saturday through Monday, and sleep in the detention room. Shortly I would go to the detention room to be caned (six strokes) by Aunt Mary.
 
On Saturday I would do punitive ironing until midday. In the afternoon I would do punishment lines. In the evening I would be allowed to associate for three hours but I would not be allowed to speak to the adults without permission.
 
On the Sunday, Aunt Mary would supervise a number of household and needlework tasks in the detention room. These included silver and brass cleaning, shoe cleaning, shortening skirts, sewing on buttons, and adding lace to my panties. I was also to be caned at midday (12 strokes) and at six PM (18 strokes).