Teaching The Teachers is a new series. I’m editing book-1, Strict Learning.
It’s painful. I’m doing more removing than adding of content in editing this new book. Going back over what I wrote a year ago I see so much to change.
Here’s a warts and all except;
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Ms Smeet took her strap off the side table, holding it in both hands in front of her, waiting for Cath to obey.
“You need your hands strapped young lady, before and after you ride my lovely new strapping stool. A nice six of the very best to those hands for you to feel whilst your bottom is getting a dose of my belt. Your hands can be stinging as I use my nice new belt then the prison strap. Your hot stinging hands will be firmly strapped to my stool when I cane you so hard across that little bottom of yours it will take your mind off your throbbing hands.”
She looked Cath in the eyes and smiled as she added slowly and firmly, raising and lowering her strap in her hands for emphasis, “That’s six of the very best to each hand young lady,” she said as she ran her strap through her hands slowly, relishing the feel of the leather and making Cath aware of the strap.
Ms Smeet understood extremely well; her saying ‘strapped’ and ‘strapping’ and emphasizing it whilst holding her trusty strap in her hand was a major part of the whole process.
She knew Cath would be watching, looking at the strap, thinking about what was going to happen and how much it was going to hurt. Hearing the words and the certainty would all be adding to the moment, adding to the inner tremors of excitement. When she raised the strap and let it fall, when she ran it through her hands, it was like a magnet to Cath’s eyes, making her focus and taking all thoughts of anything else right out of her mind and replacing it with the words ‘strap’ and ‘strapped’ and ‘strapping’ echoing around inside her head.
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It’s painful to read. I’m thinking I’ll cull lots of the text to leave just the core of the story; Cath gets a strapping. I might save the original, painful though it is.
‘Trikki