I slept very well that night and woke up happy knowing there was nothing dreadful ahead that day.  I went to the dormitory washroom and looked at my backside.  The general scarlet colour of the previous evening had faded but the dark red raised stripes with black areas where they over lapped were there in full bloom.

Two other boys in the washroom took a look at them and admired them.  I felt quite proud!  The little thrill was still there as I ran my finger along the grooves but I began to remember the bad parts and told myself not to be so silly again.

The stripes were still tender and slightly sore when I sat down on the hard classroom chairs.

Everyday thereafter, for about a month as the stripes faded, I was reminded not to break the school rules and of what would happen if I did.