Becall once got a schoolroom paddling, not in school, but in a public play space.
The place had the usual fare; crosses for flogging, a medical room, etc. What caught our eye was the schoolroom. We found the room empty and Becall went into an unrehearsed role saying that she could not be paddled because of who her Daddy was and ya-ta ya-ta. She is a quite accomplished role player and can come up with original and amusing excuses by the gross.
While she was yammering on about why she is too precious to be paddled, I am getting her ready for the paddle. I am aware that two or three men are looking through the door into the room, but when Becall was over the desk and I was focused on paddling her, my back was to the door.
I popped her bare bottom several times and she carried on with appropriate theatrics about what her Daddy was going to do to me.
It was only when I put the paddle down did I notice the gaggle of men looking through the door frame. Some were even squatting in order to get a view. I suspect it was the highlight of their week.