A gaggle of giggling girls joined the bus this morning, and piled into the back rows for a couple of miles of exhuberant misbehaviour. Pretend-scuffles broke out; the gravest insults were shouted: the peace of the other passengers was quite shattered by the rowdy mob.
One girl stood aside from the others, though, in her grey skirt, black blazer, neatly-tied tie and immaculately-polished black shoes. She bore a badge on her lapel: ‘Prefect’.
She would be the pupil called in to see the Headmaster later in the day, after he’d taken the call from the transport company’s boss. The Head read from his notes as the girl stood in front of his desk: “repeated misbehaviour”; “not at all acceptable”; “a disgrace”; “you assured me that the girls had been given a final warning”.
“Please could you explain why you deem it to be appropriate to stand idly by, rather than carrying out your role as a Prefect?”
She could not.
He cleared the small pile of papers from the corner of the desk, and bade her bare and bend over – prefects, on those rare occasions they were caned, were always punished on the bare. Her first taste of corporal punishment in her up-to-now-impeccable school career: four strokes, taken bravely, through her tears. And then she was dismissed, and sent back to class
I think that was vastly unfair on the poor girl – why didn’t all the little brats on the bus get into trouble instead of her??
It’s all down to the dreamer, Eliane. Abel especially likes spanking good girls. Why do you think he married Haron?
What?! Haron’s not *good*! Oh my god!
I think Haron is a beautiful and good little angel with a fantastic pair of devil horns for when the mood takes her
I think Sarah is a smarmy little suck up
She’s a good girl, my wife.
(Bursts into laughter and runs of giggling….)