SSC   The Great Evader   School

I was enjoying this.  I am the best at avoiding her
punishments. I have beaten the silly cow again this
time.

'Let's just get this straight, Jones.  You did not
have a pea shooter fight with Kelsey and Barton?'

'No Miss.'

'You do know they both said the fight was with you?'

'Did they Miss?  It was not me Miss.'

'You know I have given them both six strokes with the
cane?'

Enjoy that did you? 'Have you Miss?' 

'Yes.  Six strokes, over their trousers.  Pea shooters
are very dangerous.  They can knock out someone's eye
as easy as anything.  I have made it very clear in
assembly. I will not stand for their use. You recall
that, don't you Jones?'

'Yes Miss.'

'But still it was not you?'

'No Miss.'

'Right.  The time has gone on to the second stage. If
I find you are the culprit then you will receive six
strokes on your bare bottom.  It's will be easier for
you if you come clean quickly, if you are the culprit.
Understand Jones?'

You won't get me, you old bat.  'Yes Miss.' 

'Yes Miss. Indeed. What if I told you that Miss
Hargreaves is almost sure it was you.  She saw you in
just the right position, but was too late to actually
catch you with the pea shooter in your hand.  Does
that sway you, Jones?'

'It was not me Miss.'

'The punishment has just been increased to 12 strokes,
on your bare bottom, if we find it was you, Jones.
Still sure, Jones?'

'Yes Miss.'

'Don't forget.  All my strokes are severe.  When I
punish I intend to hurt. I don't lighten up when you
start crying. You will know you are being thrashed. I
like to see all those lovely red stripes across your
bottom.'

You haven't caned me in ages, you cow. 'Yes Miss.' 

'What if I told you I had proof, beyond any doubt? 
What then, Jones?

Yeah right. Like, what can that be then? Just give it
up bozo. 'I did not do it Miss.'

'OK.  The punishment will now be 15 strokes, on your
bare bottom, if it was you. Now, follow me please.'

We went in to the adjoining room.  She made me stand
in front of the TV.  She was smiling, wide. This is
not good.  She pressed the play button.  The screen
lit up, and there I was, caught on camera, firing my
pea shooter.

With obvious delight she asked me 'Is that you,
Jones?'

I looked at her, tears welling up in my eyes.  I bit
my lower lip. In a shaky voice I said 'Yes, Miss.'

She pointed to her office door.  My head dropped as I
walked back in.

'Trousers and pants down, and bend over the desk.'

You rotten, lousy, conniving....  You knew all along. 
You tricked me.  You...

SWISH

'...bitch.'

'An extra three for calling me that.'

SWISH

'I do so enjoy our little chats, Jones.'

SWISH

'Such lovely red stripes.'

SWISH