Waiting for my punishment...
I have been a naughty boy and my Headmistress has called me to her private study.
I've been sitting in this straight-backed chair outside of her door for ten minutes... I can hear her now, inside, testing the canes, straps, gym shoes and paddles on the punishment bench. Oh my!!
Whack! Whaaack! Whaaaaaaaaaaaack!!
Will it be six of the best with the cane?
Maybe I'll just get just a telling off!
She may just make me stand in the naughty corner like last time, with my trousers down, whilst she laughs at me and tells me how useless I am... how I'll never amount to anything. That I'm a disgrace to the school, and to her!
"This is going to hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you young man!" she'll say.
I hope I don't cry!
Oh... but what if she drops her gown and makes me look at her again?
And what shall I do if she wants me to...
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