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Part One.
At school I was happy nearly all the time. We lived in fear and with total respect of every teacher, I saw canings, the plimsol, spankings and all sorts as I have spoken of in my story. Most of them were okay, a few made me wince and look away. But one memory sent ice cold fear down my spine.
I cannot remember the crime, only vaguely, but the warning was dire.
Every morning was the same, the Headmaster was an ex R.A.F. Decorated Pilot from the war. It was a bit like being in the forces….but in a way it was nice, there was comfort in the order, you knew what to expect. There was an Assembly, hymns, some poor soul stammering through a reading on a lectern, followed by prayers.
At the end of assembly were notices. Usually football results, achievements, trip arrangements, awards for good conduct, house points etc. But this one was different. At the end of the hall was stage. The Headmaster stood centre stage, dramatically. We all froze, 500 or more of us, not daring to move or look sideways. He was in total control….”when I find out the culprit of this deplorable act, I will thrash them, on the vaulting horse, on their bare buttocks, with no mercy (as hard as he could), before the whole school.”
It never happened, a girl from another school got the blame, confessed to it, and admitted blaming our school. When the Headmaster announced this a few weeks later, he looked at his watch, and assured us that at that very moment, she was paying the same price as he had threatened. A huge cheer went up, with clapping and great laughter!
Guiltily, I had a feeling of great pleasure, that other school were our main rivals. I wished she had been dragged to our school and we could all see her pay. I remember wishing she was beautiful and curvy with a very plump bottom!
In honour of that memory, I have come up with this, first, we need a crime…
Being caught smoking at the back of a little used stage is bad. Since the new large stage and assembly hall was built, all sorts of junk was stored there. It was dusty, crowded and if the school admitted it, it could be classed as a bit of a fire risk. So, to be found with a spent match, a box of both cigarettes and matches, with a cigarette half smoked, and the alarm blaring was unique. Talk about caught red handed! Not only that, she was sat near three sets of photo copies of the recent exam papers behind the curtain, and a stash of trinkets, obviously stolen from the towns many gift shops. Her secret hideaway had been found, dramatically.
Yes…. this was the worse discovery the Headmistrss had come across. The smoke alarm was still making its shrill noise. Paula’s fate was sealed, all she needed to know now was how bad it would be.
This was very serious trouble. As bad as it gets. Expulsion loomed. The caretaker came and put the alarm off. The Headmistress went to the storeroom’s door opened it and summoned the first girl walking (luckily for her) by. “You girl! Go to the sixth form common room, and say that I want all sixth formers in today, to get here as quick as possible. Then go to my office, and ask for the staff hand book, bring it to me, along with matron. Ask her to bring her medical bag. Ask my secretary to bring the recent exam results, and cane number four. Off you go!”
The girl was trembling from head to toe. Within quarter of an hour all the girls were assembled. So too was the Matron, and School Secretary.
The Headmistress coughed, opened the handbook and spoke to the audience.
“Some days an example has to be made. This girl is a thief, are you not?” Asked the Headmistress.
‘y-y-y-yes Miss.’ Answered the disgraced, now crying girl.
“She has stolen trinkets from local shops, thereby letting the school down, me down, you down, and herself down…badly! Very very badly! HAVE YOU NOT? YOUNG LADY!” Demanded the Headmistress.
‘y-y-y-yes Miss…..sniff.’
She asked the secretary for the results sheets. “Three Distinction! For the first time in your history! And what did I find behind the curtain? Photocopies of the papers. YOU TOOK COPIES AND CHEATED…DID YOU NOT?” Asked the Headmistress Sternley.
The girl cried bitterly, and dare not look at the assembled crowd.
“ANSWER ME!”
‘Awwww, ooooh yes I did Miss, sorry Miss.’ Replied the girl shakily.
“Sorry? Oh mark my words, you will be sorry.” Said the Headmistress coldly.
“Are you old enough to smoke?”
‘no Miss.’
“Are girls allowed to smoke in this school? Even if they are old enough?”
‘no Miss.’
“Hmmmm, so you were breaking school rules, breaking the law, and smoking in here! YOU COULD HAVE BURNT THE WHOLE SCHOOL DOWN!!” Boomed the Headmistress. All the girls, the secretary, and even the Matron shrank back in fear.
She put the exam results down. And opened the Staff Handbook. “Page thirty three. Discipline. Section forty two, ‘Extreme Circumstance.” She coughed, looked to the girl and read soberly.
“In extreme cases, expulsion, after a public flogging, on the bare, before assembled girls. Up to a maximum of thirty six strokes. Even the whole school can be assembled to witness the example. I am tempted to assemble the school, however, I think the whole class is enough.”
‘…thank you …..sniff…Miss’
Mistress stood flexing the cane. “Put the stool here”
The girl placed the stool centre stage and moved back.
The Headmistress pointed the cane at it. “BEND OVER GIRL!”
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