A search of old documents online pointed me to something of a curiosity, from a newspaper account of the 1914 end-of-year assembly at a school:
During the ceremony Miss Bella Jarden, on behalf of Standard VI. pupils, presented Mr F.T. Evans, the headmaster, with a handsome travelling cane.
On closer inspection of the actual article, it appears that the scanning software got it ever-so-slightly wrong – for Mr Evans became the proud owner of a rather lovely new case. But I prefer the mis-transcribed version, don’t you?
Yes, our minds do wonderous things. And we love it when it is our favour. Yes, I hope Mr. Evans, received such a wonderful gifr. And I hope he used it on Miss Bella Jardan, by bending her over her desk. Raising her dress waist high. Taking down her old-fashioned bloomer’s, and caneing her ‘six or more of the very best, across her voluptous naked rear end. Yes, possibly our mind’s Abel, allow us to imagine the love’s of our life. Namely spanking the naughty female.
During his summer travels, Mr. Evans was able to travel all over England, and visit many of his fomer pupils. Inevitably they would discuss good times (and not so good times) in the old days, and Mr. Evans would always compliment the young lady by saying that he ‘bet that she could fit into her old school uniform.”
A wager made is a debt unpaid, and after further discussion of the matter the young woman would return in her old school uniform.
“Seeing you like that, Amelia, reminds me of that time you got six-of-the-best for sneaking out of bounds. Best thing for you. As I recall, you felt much better about things after the slate was wiped clean. ”
“Almost a pity that you’ve graduated. It would be nice if we could wipe away that guilt you feel about not calling your mother often enough, and about that little drinking escapade I saw on your Facebook page.”
Ameilia, dressed in her uniform and standing nervously before her old schoolmaster, feels a flood of old feelings rush over her. Fear & apprehension, yes, but also a strange eagerness to return to the carefee days of her youth, when it was possible to wipe the scales clean.
Little does she know that traveling cane, shorter and thinner but murderously whippy, awaits her decision in the Headmaster’s car.