SSC2004 Short Story

'CHAPTER 13 REVISITED'

by Alex Birch

Category:  Missing Scene

Words: 499

"Go into the library,leave the door open,and play the piano"

I was somewhat discomfited by his bluntness but I departed , obeying his
directions.

I sat down at the piano and began to play a piece by Mozart but my
nervous state was such that my hands trembled and blundered across the
keyboard.

Within seconds I heard his firm tread and the door thrown wide open, his
angry voice biting into my very soul.

"I thought you could play!  It seems you have deceived me.  You play
like a schoolgirl"

Ashamed, I attempted to excuse myself and my nervous state but he would
have none of it.

"Stand up!!'.  His gruff voice brooked no argument and I hastened to
obey.

"Take off your drawers!"

My head swam and I tell you, dear reader, I was near to fainting such
was my shock at his crudeness.  I tried as best I could, given our
respective stations, to resist his demand.  Even Mr Brocklehurst at his
harshest had never issued such a decree.

'You will obey me!...' the voice was quiet but full of menace '...for
'tis concentration you seem to lack and I will instil that into you"

With tears rolling down my face, I raised my skirts and fumbled beneath.
Eventually my clumsy fingers found the ties of my drawers and,
mortified, I let them fall in a pool about my legs.

"Excellent.  Now raise your skirts well above your hips behind!"

Adele was still in the room, her eyes wide with astonishment,and I
protested indignantly at her presence but he dismissed my objections
bluntly.

"Adele must learn the cost of carelessness and you are her tutor are you
not...' he snapped '...now be prompt!"

My face was hot with shame yet some feeling I could not define gripped
me as I turned away modestly and raised my skirts above my waist,
exposing my bare person to them both.

"Now sit down as far back on the stool as you can so that ample portions
of bare flesh are available to me, then resume the piece!!"

Close to fainting I did as he instructed realising, dear reader, what an
immodest tableau I presented to my ward and her father.  I heard him
take a few steps to the desk in the corner then the opening of a drawer.

I began to play once more , praying that the demons which had so
bedevilled my first attempt were gone, but my nerves were now frayed
beyond endurance. Once more my trembling fingers played sharps where
none were written and the more I tried the worse I became.

A sharp intake of breath behind me and a gasp from Adele was followed by
a sibilant rush and a sharp impact on my well presented buttocks.  My
hindquarters were instantly aflame and I cried out in pain.

"Adele will hear Mozart tonight as he should be played..." he said
grimly "...however long it takes and whatever the cost"