A teacher at my primary school was also a 'monitor' during dinner. She once made me sit in the dining hall long after all the other pupils had left because I wouldn't (couldn't) eat my bread and butter pudding - I simply didn't like it. This didn't wash with her. She ended up holding my nose and force feeding me the pudding until I vomited it up all over her (YES!!!). She then hit me repeatedly across my backside and legs for making a mess and banned me from the school choir. I still retch at the smell of bread and butter pudding.