He’d warned me twice about my smart mouth and disrespectful attitude; so when I made the third comment he ran out of patience. ”Go and put your school uniform on, Stacey - and get in that corner with your hands on your head. Facing the wall, of course. You can stand there while I decide how hard to spank you”.
…. and I think you know what I want you to do with these, Katie, don’t you now …
Yes, sir …
Well it looks like someone’s been taught a good lesson, doesn’t it? The poor thing. I hope she’s not sore for too long. Mind you, if she’s supposed to be standing with her nose in that corner she’s going to get whacked again if she’s caught sitting like that.
The young student teacher hadn’t been the pushover Emily and her friends had imagined. She’d asked them nicely, first of all, to sit down, be quiet and to pay attention. They’d giggled and mocked her accent; sniggering, while their friends egged them on. Miss Harwood had asked them again, this time somewhat more firmly. ”Or I’m afraid, girls, that I’ll have no alternative but to punish you”; she’d concluded. When this again had failed to produce the required response from the girls, Miss Harwood, to the amazement of the class, had seized Emily’s ear in one hand and Amy’s in the other - and had propelled them forcibly from the room. Moments later, Shanice and Sheridan followed. As the lesson carried on without them the four girls in the corridor slowly began to come to terms with their situation. Being sent out of class was a big deal for fifth formers. If a senior staff member learned of it there would be serious consequences.
But, at break time, there were serious conseqences anyway. Summoned back into the room, the naughty girls were told they were to be punished. Miss Harwood brandished a cane. Before Emily realised, Amy, Shanice and Sheridan had all been put across the desk and given three strokes. Emily glanced across at them; faces against the far wall, hands on their heads, crying softly. Miss Harwood again picked up the instrument of correction. She looked across at Emily. Now it was her turn for the cane.
Ah, there you are Nicola. Come and stand here, in front of the table. We want to discuss your general behaviour and attitude, which we feel have been slipping for a little while. We think that you’ve become a rude, contrary and generally difficult girl who needs to be put swiftly and firmly back in her place. And there’s also the matter of that letter from school, isn’t there? You didn’t think that you’d got away with that, did you? Come and stand here, I said! Now, have you anything to say for yourself?