Report Card Woes
REAL Spanking Short Stories from The Life and Times of...
The final term of 2021 had been the term from hell. I was constantly in trouble; my French teacher was regularly having to berate me and I’d racked up 4 formal punishments in a relatively short space of time. I’d become distracted by the prospect of a couple of weeks off ‘school’ for Christmas and had hoped to hang on in there and just about pass muster in the inevitable end of year assessments.
I knew I hadn’t really put enough work in to deserve to do well, but I had promised myself that I would knuckle down in the New Year if I could only somehow be allowed to scrape through until the Christmas Break. I was hanging on for dear life…
… I should have known better.
My French teacher, Monsieur le Professeur, is a real stickler and the chance of my getting away with a slack-ass end to the year was zero. Absolutely impossible. I was hoping and praying for a miracle that I not only didn’t deserve but also was never going to come.
The last few weeks of 2021 were a nightmare. I wrote more lines in those weeks than in the rest of my life combined and the slipper didn’t see insignificant action either. My academic performance was so poor that I was dragged in for extra testing during what was supposed to be the Christmas holidays. It was a write off.
Consequently, I knew that my next school report was going to be bad. The worst one ever and I was anxious to get it out of the way as quickly as possible. My worst nightmare was going into a new calendar year knowing that no matter how studious or well behaved I became, my next report was going to contain all of the misdeeds and appalling performances of those disastrous December weeks.
Instead of risking tarnishing the New Year with the failings of 2021, I politely requested that my teacher ‘write me up’ in early January. As it happens, he was about to do just that anyway - probably for the same reasons - and agreed to have it ready second week back (after the break I didn’t have!) I guess we both realised that ‘ye cannae polish a turd’, and hence, decided to write it all off and start again.
Once I’d ‘asked for it’, report card day came around all too quickly. Knowing that this was going to be the worst one yet was more than a little uncomfortable especially as Mon Prof was still crawling all over me for the very same vocabulary that still wasn’t properly learned.
There was however a solitary redeeming feature; handwriting. In addition to French, I had taken a weekly class in handwriting also and I had taken to that very well indeed. Despite not being terribly confident with pen, pencil or paintbrush, I’d taken Mon Prof’s coaching well and had put in an enormous amount of homework to make up for the natural shortcomings that I had presented with in the early lessons.
I’d done so much homework, in fact, that I was too embarrassed to own up to it. Regularly, I’d hand in the fourth, fifth or even sixth draft of homework and say nothing of the other attempts. Of course, Mon Prof knew very well that he was not receiving my first efforts each week but he elected to lay off that particular subject to spare me some of the embarrassment.
Suffice to say, I was rather hoping for a good grade in handwriting; a ‘B+’ or perhaps even an ‘A’, either of which might go some way towards placating my HoH. My sir was pretty mad with me regarding school as he had been the one called in to deliver all those slipperings in late December and had watched me suffer through all of those hundreds and thousands of lines of French that Mon Prof had had me write. Sir was surely anticipating a dreadful report and I was praying for a touch of redemption.
Report Card - Jacqui James, 2022-01-14
Academics: B
French: C
Handwriting: A
Conduct: C
Obedience: good
Respect for authority: good
Conformity to regulations: satisfactory
Acceptance of correction: very good
Punishments administered: 4
Personal qualities: A-
Self-control: very good
Courtesy in speech and manner: good (she tries pushing boundaries at times).
Effort: B
Achievement based on ability: very good
Adequate home study: satisfactory (very good in Handwriting, atrocious at times in French).
Work-study habits: B-
Pays attention: very good
Follows directions: good
Begins work promptly: good
Completes work on time: needs improvement (home study and vocabulary practice need to improve).
Attendance: A
Days absent: none
Times late: none
There it was; that precious, precious ‘A’ for Handwriting which I was a touch surprised about; I thought perhaps my Grinch of a teacher would go for the ‘B+’ or ‘A-’ and not the straight ‘A’. This was a big deal coming from Mon Prof whose standards are astronomically high.
On the other hand, not only did I scrape a ‘C’ in French but also a ‘C’ for Conduct was going to cause me a serious problem at home.
In this house; ‘C’ is for ‘Cane’!!
Frankly, this report could have been a lot worse, Monsieur le Professeur had been very even handed and perhaps a touch merciful also. For example, he could quite easily have given me a ‘D’ in French and the ‘C’ for Conduct, given I had to be formally punished four times, could also be viewed as generous.
However, the real damage was done with the ‘needs improvement’ (a first ever) regarding ‘Completes work on time’ and in particular the three acerbic comments containing words of spanking magnitude; ‘atrocious’, ‘pushing boundaries’ and ‘need to improve’. These were all comments that were hands-down going to get me a whipping at home.
Alas, first my teacher would have his say. Cue; a most uncomfortable conversation and in the full knowledge that very shortly my HoH would be having a very similar conversation, followed by the ‘other’ kind of conversation that people such as I voluntarily subject themselves to.
“I’ve thought about your French grade a long time. I was choosing between a ‘B-’ and a ‘C’, not because you are atrocious at French, despite your protestations, but to call it a good period was a stretch at times, so it is a straight ‘C’. A ‘C’ is barely adequate, barely satisfactory; I say this in the full knowledge that you can do better.”
Ouch, that hurt. It was all true; excellent analysis, as always, from Mon Prof but hearing it out loud is mortifying. ‘Barely adequate, barely satisfactory’ - all words that would be scrutinised and ‘accounted for’ by my HoH later. This was really no surprise at all. My teacher had already had the ‘C’ grade conversation with me last December.
“What I’ve learned is that this [French vocabulary] needs to be constantly checked and consistently evaluated. I’ve also learned that you have worked on those conjugations. The mistakes are different this time, they are small, not the big ones from last time. You have to show the kind of attention and care that I know you are capable of. With the sloppiness out of it, it would have at least been a ‘B’. It gets you one grade down and you shouldn’t be satisfied with that. You need to work harder on that, we’ve spent all of December brushing up on vocab. Yes, we’ve improved but there is still some way to go. Sometimes, the student and the teacher have different expectations, some students think a ‘C’ is perfectly fine if it’s not their subject, but that’s not like you. A least that is my experience. Is it where you want it to be?”
“No, sir.”
“We have 18-minutes left of the lesson. Take a whiteboard pen and write this as many times as you can in the time we have left: ‘I must put more effort into my French vocabulary’.”
It may seem harsh, from a distance, and in fairness to the man, he did go on to describe it as ‘This harsh vocabulary regime’, however if you look at his monologue it is actually extremely reasonable. He uses ‘we’ to show that it is a team effort and he credits me with being capable of better. He isn’t only exacting but he is also very incisive - cutting straight to the heart of the matter. This nuanced, analytical approach really piles on the guilt and makes his rebukes really count for something.
This is the mark of a great disciplinarian; he punishes without having to lift a finger. There was no need to administer corporal punishment or any other form of physical discipline here as a) I had already been punished for all misdeeds and b) he was able to teach me this important lesson using only his words - ‘minimum necessary force’ and all that.
It was impressive.
Neither of us think ‘C’ grades are acceptable and by the time of this report that had already been well established. Gosh I felt guilty - he was lacerating me with only his words.
Finally, he moved onto Handwriting, which was a welcome - if embarrassing - moment of respite.
“You’ve done a 100% year, if I could give you 110%, then I would. I could not have wished for a better, more diligent student. I still hope, some day, that will spill over into French.”
You see what he did there? That’s class. He praises lavishly, where merited, but still uses this to redirect me towards doing better in my weaker subject; French. Masterful.
Then it was, unfortunately, time to discuss ‘Conduct’. One can perhaps be forgiven for not being especially good at certain academic subjects. Most people tend to have strengths either in maths and science or in the arts and rarely in both. However, everyone is capable of behaving themselves and consequently, ‘Conduct’ is the grade I fear the most and seeing as my grade had come down from a ‘B-’ last time to a ‘C’ this, the odds were not looking to be in my favour.
“You could easily get a ‘B’ in conduct. Grade is down due to the number of punishments; you do a long time without and then they come in a bunch… [no kidding!] … This is not unusual as watchfulness rises as tolerance falls. If you have never punished someone before there is a higher bar, if you have been punished before, it’s more likely you’ll be punished again because a line has to be drawn.”
In fairness to me, the only section of ‘Conduct’ that wasn’t either classed as ‘good’ or ‘very good’ was ‘Conformity to regulations’, where I was given a barely sufficient ‘satisfactory’.
“You accept that there are regulations and you follow them.”
Presumably the miserly grade was as a result of my dislike of his wretched school uniform. It is true I have worn worse, after half of a lifetime spent in the theatre this is to be expected, however pleated grey skirts and argyle knee socks really take the biscuit. That said, I have never messed sir about regarding uniform; I wear it and I shut up about having to wear it. My personal opinion is that ‘satisfactory’ is a harsh stance to take given I follow these darn regulations to the letter and without challenge! In troth, I view this as a blind spot of his; just because he gets off on uniforms, it doesn’t mean that everyone else must wax lyrical about them! Still, things could be worse!
At last, we got onto ‘Personal qualities’ (‘A-’) which is always a safe bet with me - since sir got over the initial negative propaganda about my generally good character, he has taken the time to get to know me properly and things have been better since he has had the time to make up his own mind!
Under ‘Self-control’ I received a ‘very good’ and he had plenty to say on that which was gratifying… I’ll bet he wishes some of the other members of his establishment could do half as well in this area! [Smirks!]
“You have high standards of self-discipline; I don’t have to deal with tantrums from you. In fact, I cannot imagine what a tantrum from you would look like. I find you calm, approachable, controlled and with high levels of self-discipline.”
‘Tantrums’ hey? Who could he possibly be referring to? [Smirks again], anyone who follows Mon Prof and his rag-tag band of regular adult school-goers, will have a fair idea of who *IS* more than likely the thrower of the tantrums!! As I don’t spend time with any of the other students at ‘school’, this was an interesting and hilarious if inadvertent disclosure, which brought much mirth and merriment to our house!
We then got to the ‘Courtesy in speech and manner’ section which had dropped from a ‘very good’ to a ‘good’ this time around due to the comment: ‘she tries pushing boundaries at times’, which I think refers to the odd swearword which may well have crept in lately. Since I realised there were no immediate consequences for use of such language, I did indeed try out one or two things in the interest of humour.
“It’s more skirting the boundaries than pushing them with you. There is never any real danger because of your high levels of self-control. However, you have been testing my tolerance.”
God, I wish he’d written that on my report instead of just the ‘she tries pushing boundaries’ part. My HoH would read the report as is and then ask me to explain it. It’s why I keep such good notes, so that I can read these additional (and often bottom-saving) comments!
‘Effort’ (‘B’) was up next with an ‘Achievement based on ability’ given a ‘very good’ but ‘Adequate home study’ coming out with a satisfactory… and another acerbic comment! ‘Very good in Handwriting, atrocious at times in French’ - Ouch! That word ‘atrocious’ is rather tricky to get around from my perspective; sir, really didn’t leave me any wiggle room with that one. That word was going to be an expensive one when my HoH got around to reading this report.
“Atrocious in French because your vocab was way not up to standard. On the other hand, your homework was exemplary in Handwriting.”
Well, exemplary or no, my Handwriting wasn’t very likely to save me a good thrashing for the ‘atrocious’ in French, however it was good to hear and see that Mon Prof was being so even-handed in his summing up.
‘Work-study habits’ (‘B-’) all looked great; two ‘goods’ and a ‘very good’ until we hit ‘Completes work on time’ in which I was given a world-first ‘needs improvement’, this was accompanied by a written comment: ‘home study and vocabulary practice need to improve’.
“This is your first ever ‘needs improvement’, the first ever unsatisfactory grade. Now, I could make a big deal out of this and explain to you in no uncertain terms how I will barely tolerate ‘satisfactory’ from you, let alone ‘needs improvement’. However, I think we already understand each other, do we now?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“Overall, vocab and practice in French needs to be better; generally, in French - as unpleasant as it is as a language itself - the effort needs to be as good as it is in Handwriting. Do everything as best as possible, if you don’t like something at least do it right, do your best and be happy that you’ve at least done your best - be happy with that. It’s very slightly down from your last report.”
Given the number of formal punishments (4) that I had racked up in this period, I was extremely grateful that my report was only slightly down from last time. However, I knew that somebody very important in my life wasn’t going to be at all happy. This knowledge didn’t prevent me from soaking up sir’s sage advice regarding doing one’s best at everything. He was, of course, absolutely correct and I made sure to write it all down so that I could refer back to it.
For the rest of the Handwriting lesson, I was ‘invited’ to copy out a French text that we had been working on in our French lessons. Sir’s little way of reinforcing his point about putting more effort into my French. He also stopped me twice and made me re-write a whole paragraph each time for making only very slight mistakes. This really is excellent training and I am genuinely grateful for it, however, surely, I could be forgiven for being a tad distracted knowing that very shortly my HoH would be getting stuck right into my report card and not very long thereafter stuck right into my hindquarters!
“Jacqui, I apologise for being late in setting your French homework for this week, however you will now find it in your inbox.”
“You’ve missed my homework slot, I had a slot lined up for French but it is now passed-”
“Then you may find yourself lining up to face a discussion about missed homework! A reminder: our next French lesson is a day early; Monday not Tuesday!”
“So, you want double homework in a week with one less day and where my homework slot has already passed? Is there anything else that sir requires?”
“20 push-ups per day - seeing as you asked!”
In the interests of absolute fairness, I must just disclose that sir knows very well that I typically do the lion’s share of my French homework the day before it is due in (hence the scathing sections of my report) and so this final exchange was more or less total theatre. On the other hand, I half expected him to enquire as to how the push-ups were going. With Mon Prof, you just never know!
“Handwriting homework is to write out ‘Une Journée avec Alice’, three times!”
He loves it; lording it over me. Sir knows full-well that if I am asked to hand in a piece of Handwriting homework, then I will write it out many, many times before selecting the best one for submission (hence the ‘A’ grade). However, telling me that I must write out such a dour piece of French three times was far more about reinforcing the overall message of his end of term report. Pull your socks up in French, or else!
Whilst sir’s findings had been far from terrible, I was still ultra-nervous about handing my school report to my HoH and so, although I was glad to finally be excused from any more criticism from Mon Prof, I was quite literally only hopping out of the frying pan and directly into the fire.
I wasn’t exaggerating; as Mon Prof bid me farewell my HoH pretty much knocked on the office door wanting to see my report card. Oh fuck, I’m dead.
My HoH stood more or less in the centre of the office cum schoolroom, filling all of his 6ft frame and studied my report in silence. Occasionally, glancing at me as I stood behind my desk hoping and praying that the floorboards would swallow me up and whisk me away to almost anywhere but here. At last, my HoH had finished reading the report card.
“A ‘C’, in French, Jacqui? Remind me, what do ‘C’ grades get in this house?”
“C is for ‘cane’ in this house, sir.”
“Best go and fetch it then.”
“Yes, sir. The junior?”
“No, Jacqui. It’ll be Agatha.”
“Sir?”
He must be off his jump! Agatha is thicker and heavier than even a typical senior cane. There is no way any schoolkid in the land back in the 50’s or 60’s got whacked with anything like such a beastly implement! Especially not the girls! Aunt Agatha is reserved in this household only for the most serious of infractions and consequently I can go several years at a time without ‘having her to tea’ at all. Indeed, I cannot recall ever having to see her twice in the same twelve-month period. Ordinarily, she is reserved for breaking one of the 4D’s of Domestic Discipline; Dishonesty, Disrespect, Disobedience or Danger. This slightly dodgy school report card was none of these things.
“Sir please, don’t let it be Agatha. Mon Prof wasn’t at all mad with me - in fact, although it’s not actually on the card, he did praise me rather a lot.”
“Fetch the cane, Jacqui.”
“Yes, sir. I just really need to check which one because, when you think about it sir, I’ve already paid in full for each and every infringement on that report. Haven’t I, sir?”
“Mmmm.”
“And the report isn’t that bad, it’s a passing grade in French and if you look at my overall ‘Academics’ it has come out at a ‘B’, sir.”
“Which is presumably the case because of the ‘A’ in Handwriting?”
“Well, yes, sir but-”
“Jacqui, did you give your all in French last term?”
“No, sir.”
“Very well, then it will be Agatha.”
“But, sir, you have to listen to the professional in these matters!”
“No, Jacqui, I have to support the professional in these matters.”
“Ugh.”
“Go and fetch Aunt Agatha.”
“But I got an ‘A’ in Handwriting!”
“Yes, in your ‘art’ class. I’m not interested in that; I am interested in your progress in French as well you know.”
“Yes, sir. Please will you listen to all of the other things that Mon Prof said about my report this morning? The things that aren’t written directly on the card. Please? Then, if it’s still Agatha, then fair enough, I’ll fetch it. But please, sir, it looks much worse than it really is…”
“Very well, I’ll listen. However, afterwards you will accept my award whatever that may be.”
“Thank you. Yes, sir. Of course.”
I proceeded to give him a blow-by-blow account of the ‘report in the round’ and managed to just about stay the right side of the line in terms of ‘not embellishing’. Thankfully, I always take excellent notes, especially when receiving direct feedback either about my work or my character and reading from them verbatim is always effective. I could see my HoH melting slightly and prayed it would be enough to avoid Agatha.
“Very well. I am persuaded. It’s a good job you take careful notes, Jacqui, because what I read on your report card doesn’t look quite the same. Fetch the junior!”
“Yes, sir, thank you!”
It sounds silly thanking someone for allowing you to fetch the stick with which they are about to beat you with. However, in the context of getting a downgrade from Agatha to the junior, I’d pretty much just won the spanking lottery. This almost never happens, not least because I habitually accept correction; how-ever, where-ever and with what-ever. On this occasion, I thought a genuine miscarriage of justice was about to take place and as it was with the household Weapon of Ass Destruction (WAD) I knew that my HoH would have felt very badly about it should this discussion have occurred after the discipline was meted out and not before!
On my return with the junior cane, which is no picnic by the way, I made sure to not seem triumphant and to quickly get into the headspace of accepting correction. Not so easy to do when you have already paid for every single charge on the charge sheet, in full… twice! Indeed, of those 4 formal punishments that were recorded on my report, my HoH had delivered all of them (or in any case nearly all of them) in the presence of Mon Prof and in most cases had also punished me privately under the old; ‘punished at school, punished at home’ mantra. So, it’s not like sir didn’t know that this report was coming.
I took up position over my school desk, raised my horrid, grey pleated skirt and made sure to push my buttocks up nice and high - anything to show willing. The last thing I wanted now was to come across as cocky or as unwilling in any way. I considered myself very lucky in getting the sentence commuted from Agatha to the junior, but I still had a licking to take and my mind was far from contrition and rather more focussed on the double - or would it actually be triple - jeopardy factor.
Paying for a crime hurts, paying for the same crime twice is doubly painful, however THREE times? Really? Well, it would seem so. To the best of my knowledge this was a world-first for me! I nevertheless elected to knuckle down, stick my butt out and pray that the ordeal would soon be over.
Sir began to tug down my 1950’s-style navy blue, thick seamed school knickers. He let go at mid-thigh and they dropped to my knees and then to my ankles in any case. I shivered slightly on having my bottom bared. Somehow, I never seem to get used to this moment of humiliation and the new sense of vulnerability that it always brings.
“As this thrashing has been downgraded to the junior from Agatha and only on the say so of your excellent note-taking - which I believe 100%, by the by - you will have 18 strokes, Jacqui.”
I failed to disguise my sharp intake of breath. I’d been expecting a dozen as I knew that, with Agatha, I would only receive somewhere between six and 12. 18 was a real blow not least because it had been quite some time since I’d been taken beyond 12 with any of the canes! The 24 with the slipper for failing my French vocabulary test for the third time, last December, was incomparable to the cane. Painful? Most certainly, but nothing like receiving those kinds of numbers with a thin, whippy stick that causes individual welts, some light splitting of the skin and an almighty sting with each and every impact.
“Count and thank.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, closing my eyes to assist me in riding the initial shock that was about to be delivered to my system.
“One, sir. Thank you.”
“I’m seriously disappointed with your lack of application, Jacqui…”
Oh, God! It’s going to be one of those thrashings where he lectures all the way through - this is going to take forever!
“… with the exception of Handwriting and Attendance, you have been roundly and justifiably criticised in every section of your report card…”
“Two, sir. Thank you.”
“… and as for the ‘C’ grade in ‘Conduct’ there is simply no excuse for misbehaviour.”
“Three, sir. Thank you.”
“You may not have a natural flare for French; however, you certainly know how to behave. I have personally spent many, many painful hours teaching you.”
“Four, sir. Thank you.”
“Do you have anything to say?”
“Five, sir. Thank you.”
“Why has your conduct in school been so poor?”
“It wasn’t…, really, sir. It’s just the homework and poor test scores that have brought the grade down. I scored well, sir, in three of the four areas listed under ‘Conduct’.
“Yes, I can see that but four punishments in the same report, Jacqui, is truly appalling.”
“Six, sir. Thank you.”
“It was a long reporting period too, sir.”
“Like buses with you though, Jacqui. Most of that discipline was dished out in the month of December.”
“Seven, sir. Thank you.”
I had silently slipped into the ‘difficult zone’ with this caning now. Aside from the first one, which is always a shock to the system no matter how you prepare nor how much experience you have of being caned. After that, I have been known to coast through the first half-dozen or so before things start to get tough. This is purely from experience and not any kind of magic or special powers - plain old training is all. I hoped that my HoH would soon tire of lecturing and focus instead on getting through with the punishment. I knew that I didn’t have much coherent talking left in me; I was going to need to seriously knuckle down if I was to be able to manage another eleven cuts.
“Words such as; atrocious…”
“Eight! Sir…, thank you.”
“… needs improvement…”
“Nine, sir. Th-thank you.”
“… and pushing boundaries…”
“Ten! Sir! Th…, thaaaank yyou.”
“… do not belong in my young lady’s school report.”
“Eleven, sir. Thank you.”
“Do I make myself clear?”
“Tw…, tw…, twelve! Sir. Thank you.”
“Well?”
My mind was scrambled now. I was hurting too much to be able to count properly, keep my voice steady and hold a conversation about my report card. On any other day, my punishment would by now be over and in any case, I wouldn’t be looking at another half-dozen with the cane. My bottom was consumed by fire. Contrary to urban legend, I had absolutely no desire to touch or rub my posterior at all. When one is being caned, properly, the damage to the skin is such that touching it only makes it worse and as for ‘rubbing’, unless you are a full-on masochist, then why would you rub an area of badly damaged skin? It is not unlike the idea of rubbing your blisters some more before you continue your 20-mile hike. Frankly; insane. A pet spanking-myth!
“Thirteen, sir. Thank you.”
“I’m waiting, Jacqui.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry…, I… forgot. Er, yes, sir. Clear. No more ‘atrocious’ on my reports.”
“There had better not be.”
“Fourteen, sir! Thank you.”
“Wouldn’t it make a refreshing change if, for once, I should read something positive in your report’s comments section?”
“What? Like ‘very good in handwriting’, you mean, sir?”
“Looking for extras are you, Jacqui?”
“Ff…, fffffff, ffff…, fifteen, sir. Th- thank…, you. No, sir! No extras… it’s just there WAS something positive in the comments this time, sir.”
“You know my thoughts on Handwriting, Jacqui. It’s very nice but it is not an academic subject in my book and it is not what you are really going to school for, now is it?”
“No, sir.”
“I expect a marked improvement in both grades and comments on your next report and woe betide you if I don’t get it!”
“Ssssixteen, sssssir. Thank you. Yesssss, sssssir!”
“And as for ‘Conduct’ I want to see an ‘A’ grade, never mind a ‘B’.
“I don’t think Mon Prof does ‘A’s’ for ‘Conduct’, sir. You’d have to be like Perfect Polly-Anna Pants and pretend to like knee socks and stuff to get that!”
“[Snorts with stifled laughter], Yes, well. That may be the case, but I shouldn’t be seeing anything less than a solid B+, then. Understood?”
“Yesssss! Sssssssir! Sssseventeen, sssssssssir! Thank you.”
“You will not be disrespectful to your teacher and push boundaries. It’s bad enough that you behave like this at home but you will not do this in school again.”
“No, sir.”
I watched as my sweaty palms slid along the far edge of the desk. Completely gone, legs shaking and head fuzzy I braced for the final impact, knowing full well that this is totally the wrong thing to do as it will hurt more later. However, in this moment I just wanted to get to the end without incurring any further discipline and squeezing my lacerated butt cheeks together simply seemed like the best route to take.
“Eighteen, sir. Thank you,” I panted.
“I really ought to give you another for that lip about your teacher’s penchant for knee socks!”
“It’s true, sir!” I pleaded from the far side of the school desk.
“Hmm, yes, well in this case I fancy you might be right, but you just watch that lip of yours, my girl, or I won’t hesitate to take you to task again and next time it won’t only be the junior.”
“Sir. Thank you.”
“When you can, get up slowly and return the cane to the cupboard and then get out of that awful uniform!”
“Yes, sir!”
See, he doesn’t like the skirt and the argyle knee socks either!
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