I.28 The plimsoll

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Late in the afternoon, during last period, I was summoned to the headmistress's office.

In the middle of our Contemporary English Lit lesson, there was a knock on the door to our classroom.

"Come in," our teacher called.

A first-year student entered, a blond little wisp of a girl. She looked at Ms Farrow timidly.

"Speak up, girl. What is it?" the teacher asked her.

"Begging your pardon, Miss, but Headmistress Stuart requires the student Catherine Hart to come to her office."

Ms Farrow frowned. "Right away?"

The girl flinched. "Yes, Miss. Begging your pardon, Miss."

Our teacher turned towards me. "You heard her, Hart. Don't make the headmistress wait for you."

"Yes, Miss." I got up from my chair.

My classmates exchanged speculative glances, and there was quite a bit of whispering going on as I accompanied the girl out of the classroom.

"Do you know what this about?" I asked her as we were walking down the hall.

The girl did not look quite as shy and timid as before. "The head didn't say. But if I had to take a guess, I'd wager that you are in trouble."

Great, that would be just what I needed. Not.  "What makes you say that?"

The first-year shrugged. "Intuition, mainly. Also, the fact that the head looked kind of grim when she told me to fetch you. Plus, she said something about having a little talk with you."

I was not familiar with that particular turn of phrase, but the girl seemed to associate something unpleasant with it.

This did not bode well. With a bit of trepidation, I watched the girl knock on the heavy wooden door to the headmistress's office.

"Come in," we heard Headmistress Stuart call from inside.

The girl opened the door and stepped inside. There was nothing for me to do but follow her lead.

"Ah, Barrymore and Hart. Thank you, Barrymore. You may return to your tasks. In the library, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss." Barrymore was looking awfully timid again.

The girl appeared to be only too happy to get out of the headmistress's sight. We watched her leave the office and close the door behind herself.

"Hart." The headmistress's stern gray eyes focused on me. "I had not expected to see you here in my office again, so soon. As I recall, you have been here at this school for only a couple of weeks, haven't you?"

I nodded. Headmistress Stuart frowned.

"Yes, Miss," I hastened to add.

"Then again, you have been involved in various incidents already, within that short period of time," the headmistress continued. "So perhaps I should not be so very surprised. In one such incident you exerted physical violence against a girl of the Upper Sixth. Just a few days ago you exhibited blatant disrespect for an esteemed teacher at our school. And now, this."

Headmistress Stuart was consulting a folder spread open in front of her, on her desk. Presumably, this was St. Albert's file on me.

"It says here that on the recent excursion to London, you and Fogg failed to show up on time for the departure of the bus." She frowned. "You made your teachers and the other students wait for more than ninety minutes."

"I know," I replied, flustered. "But I can explain everything."

"Do not worry, you will get your chance to explain your actions to me in great detail."

The woman's smile was arctic. I watched her open one of the drawers of her desk to retrieve what looked like a plimsoll.

I looked at her, bemused. Was the headmistress going to change into  gym-shoes now, or what?

Upon seeing the perplexed look on my face, she raised one eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Are you going to put that on, Miss?" I asked, indicating the plimsoll she was holding in her right hand.

For a fraction of a second, Headmistress Stuart almost looked amused.

"No, I am not going to wear that plimsoll, Hart." That ghost of a smile on her lips had already disappeared. "Now bend over the desk and bare your bottom."

Honestly, I had not seen that coming.

"But, Miss ..."

The headmistress frowned. "You heard me, girl."

Reluctantly, I turned around and leaned over the oaken desktop, supporting myself on my forearms and elbows, with my rear in an elevated position. I was nervously biting my lips.

Headmistress Stuart uttered an impatient little sound.

I hurried to push up the back of my skirt and lower my panties.

Without warning, the sole of the plimsoll struck my butt cheeks. Not just once but three or four times, in quick succession, causing me to squeal.

"So, tell me exactly what made you and Fogg arrive ninety minutes late," the headmistress demanded.

"I accompanied Natty, I mean Natalie, to her old orphanage," I gasped.

Natty and I had agreed to tell as much of the truth as possible, but to leave out what we had learned about the stranger who had delivered Natty to the orphanage.

"We also met and talked to a former employee of the orphanage who was like, Natalie's mentor."

Once again, that dreadful plimsoll struck my ass.

"Ow!"

"And it never crossed your minds to ask permission to do that, from the teachers who accompanied your group on the excursion?" Headmistress Stuart's voice sounded deceptively calm now.

"I guess we figured that they would never have given us permission anyway."

Clearly, that was not what the headmistress considered a satisfactory answer. I wailed and squirmed as she delivered three more hard strokes to my backside.

"In that case you should not even have thought of absenting yourself from the group." Headmistress Stuart sounded exasperated. "Which you nevertheless did, in clear defiance of the rules."

I yelped as she administered another couple of stinging slaps.

There was a knock on the door.

"Yes, come in," the headmistress called.

The door to her office opened and the school secretary entered. She briefly glanced at me, taking in the situation.

"What is it, Sandra?" Laura Stuart inquired.

"I am sorry to interrupt, but earlier today you asked me to remind you that you have an appointment with the prefect girl, Elisabeth Cabot, ten minutes from now."

The headmistress considered this. " I am afraid we will have to postpone that. We are not done here, not by a long shot, and I still have to deal with Fogg, afterwards. Tell Cabot to meet with me tomorrow at the same time, Sandra."

"Certainly, Headmistress." Sandra left the office, leaving me to my fate.

Laura Stuart turned towards me.

"Now let's get back to you, Hart," she announced.

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