A Spanking in Time (Bexhill School) Read Online Free PDF

bedroom’s full-length mirror. Blue, red and purple welts criss-crossed their backsides in a vivid pattern. Where the stripes crossed, they became almost black. Mrs. Winchester had not held back.
    “That’s worse than anything I ever got from ‘Three Taps’,” said Margaret, gingerly massaging her cheeks.
    “Shall we show him this evening? Tell him he’d better buck his ideas up if he wants to compete with the Deputy Head?”
    “Good idea – and if we don’t sober up a bit, we might even do it! I think I’ll take a shower.”
    “OK, after you. What are you going to wear tonight?”
    “Well, nothing tight – that’s for sure! A dress, I suppose.”
    “I only brought some evening slacks with me. I guess I’ll have to wear them. Are your dining room chairs hard?”
    “Like boards! ‘Three Taps’ will wonder why you keep squirming about.”
    “Oh well. I’ll unpack while you shower.”
    Margaret had invited Paula to stay for a few days. She’d set up a folding bed in her room so that the two girls could chatter long into the night.
     
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    Edward ‘Three Taps’ Masterson and his wife Marge arrived promptly at eight o’clock. The Winchester family and Paula welcomed them. Mr. Masterson beamed to see the two girls, who had left the school a year previously. As the hosts offered around pre-dinner drinks (the girls pointedly being given soft ones), Mr. Masterson seem keen to hear what Margaret and Paula were up to. He was, they both privately decided, much less stuffy in a social setting than they had ever known him at school. The conversation flowed easily and, as the wine circulated at the meal (girls included this time) and the company mellowed, ‘Three Taps’ even performed a couple of very funny imitations of two of the more eccentric teachers. Everyone laughed.
    “Tell me,” the Headmaster said, turning to Paula, “what were the best and worst moments you remember at school?”
    “The best moments? Mmmm, I’m not sure. I was certainly very proud when I got my tennis colours after we beat St Mary’s in the schools’ finals. But also enjoyed being a Prefect. I liked the responsibility.”
    “You mean you liked bossing people around!” said Margaret, putting on an exaggerated frown.
    “I never bossed you about – that’s very unfair!” Paula riposted.
    “Well, you couldn’t really say much to me when I was made a Prefect, too. But I bet you wanted to!”
    “Talking about ‘bossy’, I remember when you read the Riot Act one night at prep. You sounded so pompous!”
    “Now, now,” said Mr. Masterson, “no bickering! You were both excellent Prefects, just the sort we needed. So, Margaret, what was your worst moment at Bexhill?”
    “Oh, that’s easy! When you gave me twelve with the senior cane for smoking. I couldn’t sit comfortably for days afterwards!”
    “What!” exclaimed Henry, “when was the wretched girl caught smoking? I’d have thrashed her so hard that she’d never have been able to sit down again!”
    “Relax, Henry,” said Evelyn. “I knew all about it and talked to Margaret afterwards. I was satisfied it was just a spur-of-the-moment silliness and that she wouldn’t smoke again.”
    “I remember that,” said Mr. Masterson, “it was you, Alice and..and...yes, if I’m not mistaken, Jane, wasn’t it?”
    “That’s right: you placed three chairs in a row and made us all bend over them, facing the fireplace. I was the last in line. Waiting for my turn while you dealt with the other two was the worst bit.”
    “You took your punishment very bravely, I recall, and so did Jane. But Alice jumped about all over the place and wouldn’t stay still. I had to call in Miss Holloway to hold her down.”
    “Poor Alice, she really didn’t like it at all, especially when you gave her some extra smacks with Stinger for getting up. But I suppose she deserved it – she was the one who gave us the cigarettes.”
    “Did she? So it was her! I asked you whose