Naturally, they had all feigned ignorance when the bottle of Lambrini was discovered in the dormitory wardrobe. He had spoken to them all individually. None of them would admit to having any idea who had placed it there. He knew they were lying of course - but he was happy enough to go along with their plan. So schoolgirl honour would remain intact for now - but at the price of six soundly spanked schoolgirl bottoms.
now stop complaining Sophie. You only have yourself to blame. You will not abuse your power as a prefect again.
Hey Soph. I sneaked this pic with my phone while you were getting the cane the other day. The Headmistress wasn’t looking and I just poked my head round the door, remember? Hah hah, I bet you do! Now, give me £20 by the end of tomorrow or I’ll post it on your Facebook.
So you think I’m a naughty girl, do you? Yeah? Well, look, here’s your target. Come on then. Spank some good behaviour into me … if you think you can.
The only thing worse than the shame of having to strip to present the results of the caning you received earlier at school was the certain knowledge that in a few moments you’d be assuming the position once again in order to ensure compliance with his favourite girls-who-get-punished-at-school-can-expect-the-same-when-they-get-home policy.
No, I’m not going back to school today. Not if I’m gonna get in trouble for what happened yesterday. Not after last time. It was bad enough then, and I was warned that if it happened again I’d be getting the slipper. Well, I’m not having any teacher make me take my skirt off and bend over to be whacked. No, I’m staying out here till hometime …
Psssst …. Kelly! D’you think he’s finished with us?
Shhhh, will you? We’re not supposed to talk!
Yeah … but … do you? Reckon he’s finished, I mean? He’s not going to give us any more, is he?
Ahem! Let me answer that for you, Josie. I certainly am! Six more each just to make sure you’ve learned your lesson - and another six each for disobeying my instruction to stand in silence! Now, which of you wants hers first? Kelly? I think we’ll start with you. Get over here, girl!
… and unless you’d like me to start again from the beginning with your knickers round your ankles you will not move from that position until we are quite finished! Understand me, Sharon? You’ve got six of the very best coming to you, you naughty girl!
Four o’clock. All your friends are heading home. You can hear them in the playground as they stream towards the bike sheds and bus stops. Out to the freedom of the warm autumn afternoon. Their carefree laughter floats lightly through the air.
But not you. No. You’re still in school walking towards Room 3 where you’ve an hour’s detention to serve to atone for your earlier naughtiness. You’ll sit quietly, with the other naughty girls, copying out pages from the dictionary until you’re released just after five o’clock. And by that time you’ll be late home, with some serious explaining to do.