Pretty much, until the next time I got bored. Once I had 'got' something, I wanted to move on, not wait whilst the slowest caught up.
I couldn't complain that punishment was undeserved, and would have taken the belt over 500 lines anytime.
We had a metalwork teacher that didn't belt, he used lines. The first talker in his class of the term got 100, the next got 200 and so on. I got 500.
The 'line' verbatim:
The work of a class cannot continue under conditions of constant noise, and I must realise this.
50 years later, still remembered.
I actually liked that teacher, he really knew his stuff, and got the best out of you. Someone didn't like him though, he cycled home along the riverbank path, someone strung a wire across a dip in the path and nearly killed him. He was so badly injured he had to retire.