On reflection, I think I was a tad unfair to the wartime Bletchley Park girl whom I had caned in my previous post for arriving on site without her security pass.
See, she wasn’t the only one at fault, given the high security surrounding the work being carried out on the premises. Her two friends, who vouched for her? They should have known better. And as for the young WREN in the gatehouse who waived them through…
All four of them, called into the Mansion to face the site’s Commanding Officer. A lecture on the dangers of poor security. Apologies deemed insufficient in the circumstances. An example needing to be set.
“You shall each be given twenty strokes of the birch.” In the cellar. Naked. Each having to watch the other being flogged, as senior officers looked on…
Hmm, I think I’d rather have the dozen cane strokes!!