I’m in something of a prefectorial mood, writing-wise. This time: the headmaster observing a girl’s tomfoolery whilst she was spectating at a school hockey match. Calling her over: “I won’t stand for that sort of thing whilst there are parents here watching, never mind staff and students from another school.”
Turning to the prefect to his side: “I can’t really leave the touchline. Would you mind taking her inside, and dealing with her? Severely. Maybe six or eight strokes: I shall leave it to your discretion. Bring her back out to me when you’ve finished.”
It would be eight, of course. And he’d want to make sure the headmaster felt he’d done the job properly. Bent over a table in the prefects’ room; the heaviest cane, lifted high each time. No mercy. (“I’m doing you a favour. If I don’t punish you hard enough, I’m sure the headmaster will deal with you himself later on.”)
Plenty of tears staining her face when they walked back out to the game. And more flowing when she presented herself to the Head, and apologised for her conduct.
So hot. <3