Tails of the Tawse
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Go and fetch me that chair,’ she suddenly instructed, indicating a low wooden chair near the window, ‘and put it in front of thedesk.’
I slept that evening at a Kenilworth hotel, where Miss Langley rang me up and asked me to prepare to speak to some of the older girls who were being disloyal. [...] She further stated that the girls had written letters to their parents describing the punishments at Kenilworth. I told her that these letters should not be posted, but I would talk it over with her the next morning. There's no such thing as ghosts," replied Thomas, trying to sound confident and knowledgeable. "How many apples do you want?" Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your
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As I walked out I was still very scared about what was going to happen, and, fearing that tears were coming, looked down at the floor as I walked out, but I do remember that I felt fortunate at least inasmuch as it was Mrs Seaton who would be caning me and not the headmaster. Maybe twoooo.…errr…’ the boy hesitated and looked across to Miss Prendergast who was shaking herhead.
I ended up bottom or next to bottom of the class and moved up year but down to J4 with class teacher, Mr Smith, a very tall, thin youngish man, always very well dressed with sharp collars and a neat conservative tie, navy or maroon mostly. He seemed rather prissy to me. I had a couple of run-ins with him that had me sent up to my nemesis, Mr Rattray for punishment. The tawse was the worst as it was delivered with the same force as the cane but only seemed to cause lingering pain in one place. This was a similar feeling to having fallen very heavily onto a garden gnome wearing a cone shaped hat. It maybe that only one corner of the tawse is ‘making an impression’ and that is what is producing a weird slightly ‘unpunished’ feeling as, apart from the one small area on my right bottom cheek, the rest of my bottom was pain free. It was the last week of term and, in the main hall, after morning assembly, the members of Class IVB were waiting with more or less apprehension for their turn in Miss Svenson’s study for an individual pupil review. This was a routine established by the Headmistress when she first came to the school some five years before and the I.P.R. had now become a regular tradition. Each child had to have a short interview with the Head in the presence of their form teacher to assess their progress during the previous term in academic and other school activities and general behaviour. Some of the fourteen and fifteen year old youngsters had come to call it “Judgment Day” and others, more irreverently, “The Confessional”. Thomas looked over towards the window, trying, but failing, to appear casually interested, face still glowing red. So, here she was, seeing off the hares into the dull light of a November afternoon. Set over the extensive grounds of Camsford, the winner should come home within an hour and a half. All should be well and truly home withintwo.
Aw muss, gonae pass they busses so we can gie them the finger?’ ‘Certainly not. We must get there safely children.’
At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. I asked Miss Langley why she had not tried it first on the hand and she said she did not believe that the girls would take any notice of this form as they now knew they would get it on the seat and would only think her weak if she did anything else. The school girl looked a little perplexed by this question, then replied ‘I went with the hare and hounds.’ I am going to give you one chance to answer this question, Miranda,’ began Miss Svenson, ‘so think about your reply carefully.’
Miss Svenson gave the boy a dismissive but good humoured wave as he let himself out of theroom.
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