The DU Lounge

At lunchtime we had hotdogs on this particular day, and I thought it would be brilliant fun to play with my food. I took the hotdog and stuck it up from the edge of the table and jiggled it like it was my, uh, you know.
All the boys thought it was hilarious fun and we all laughed and laughed.
In the middle of the next class however there was a knock at the door, a secretary who came to take me to the assistant principal. Seems a lunchroom monitor spotted my routine and I got three HARD whacks with his big paddle.
Shuffled back to class with tears in my eyes and a burned buttocks.
There was no repeat performance.