Miss Thompson, the Deputy Head of Grove Street Comprehensive was just leaving her office, when one of the staff came up.
“Excuse me Miss Thompson, may I have a word?”
“Yes, what is it?”
“I fear we may have a problem. I’ve just had a third year, Melanie Harvey, complain that an older girl pushed her against a door and broke a glass panel. I’ve checked, and the glass is definitely broken and the girl’s blazer has a tear in it, which would correspond with height of the window.”
“I see. Has she told you the name of the other girl?”
“No, I suspect a case of bullying, but I’m not sure.”
“Is the girl hurt?”
“No, she seems alright, perhaps a bit shaken.”
“Where is she now?”
“She’s in the sick bay with Mrs Ashton.”
“I think you’d better bring her up to me.”
“Yes I will, thank you.”
The teacher left, and Miss Thompson returned to her office. After a few minutes, the teacher returned with Melanie.
“Thank you Mrs Boxall, I’ll take it from here,” said Miss Thompson, getting up from her desk.
“Come and sit down Melanie,” said Miss Thompson, guiding Melanie to an armchair. Miss Thompson then sat down in a chair opposite.
“Now Melanie, tell me exactly what happened.”
“This fifth former pushed me into the door and my elbow broke the glass.”
“And why do you think she did it?” asked Miss Thompson.
“Don’t know Miss.”
Miss Thompson smiled at Melanie.
“Come now Melanie, do you mean to tell me that a senior girl just came along and pushed you into a door?”
“Yes Miss.”
“I see. May I ask the name of this girl?”
“Don’t know Miss.”
“Oh dear, we’re not getting on very well are we? How can I be expected to help you if you won’t tell me anything?”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Come,” called Miss Thompson.
The door opened, and it was Mrs Boxall. “Can I have a word?”
Miss Thompson got up and went outside with Mrs Boxall.
“A girl has come forward with the name of the other girl. It was Alice Branch,” said Mrs Boxall in a hushed voice.
“Thank you. Would you get a prefect to bring her here at twelve thirty please.”
“Yes, of course.”
Miss Thompson returned to her office and sat down.
“Well, Melanie. It seems you have been spared the embarrassment of naming the other girl. I understand it was Alice Branch. Is that correct?”
Melanie hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
“Excellent. You’ll be pleased to know that I shall be interviewing her at twelve thirty, and taking the appropriate action. Now, tell me; you’re being bullied aren’t you?”
Suddenly Melanie’s eyes welled up and then she burst into tears.
Miss Thompson waited a few minutes, and then passed Melanie a handkerchief. “You’ll feel better now you’ve got that off your chest. If anything else happens, you come to me straight away. I will not tolerate bullying in any shape or form.”
“Yes Miss,” replied Melanie, wiping her eyes.
“You can stay here until you feel like returning to class.”
“Thank you Miss.”
Melanie sat for a few minutes and then got up. “I’m ready to go now Miss.”
“Very well, remember what I said.”
“Yes Miss, I will, thank you.”
“Off you go,” said Miss Thompson with a smile.
Miss Thompson breathed hard, and then got up and went to report the situation to the head.
She was back in her office when twelve thirty came, and a prefect presented Alice Branch.
Alice came and stood in front of Miss Thompson’s desk. Behind her was a hard backed chair with a plimsoll sitting on the seat. Miss Thompson fixed Alice with an icy stare.
“You know why you’re here don’t you?”
“I’ve no idea Miss.”
“Don’t you be facetious with me girl, you know damn well why you’re here. You had better answer my questions sensibly and truthfully, otherwise you’ll find yourself walking out of the school gates never to come back,” stormed Miss Thompson.
“Yes Miss,” replied Alice, looking at the floor.
“Now, do you admit to pushing another girl into a door?”
Alice hesitated for a moment. “It was an accident Miss.”
“Don’t lie to me,” thundered Miss Thompson. “What did I say about your answers?”
“I pushed her Miss.”
“That’s better. Now I shall ask one more question, and your future at this school will depend on your answer. Were you bullying this girl?”
Again Alice paused.
“Think very carefully,” said Miss Thompson.
“Yes I was.”
“You are a disgrace to the school, the misery you caused to that girl. If I had my way you would be expelled immediately. You have the Headmistress to thank for saving you.”
Miss Thompson rose from her chair.
“I’m going to give you a slippering you’ll never forget. Come here.”
Miss Thompson went over to the chair and picked up the slipper.
Alice walked slowly over to the chair.
“You know what to do,” said Miss Thompson, slapping the slipper onto her palm. Alice bent over the back of the chair, gripping the front of the seat. Miss Thompson wasted no time in pulling up Alice’s skirt and slip. Then she got into position, legs slightly apart and delivered the first whack. She almost threw the slipper at Alice’s bottom, such was the force that she used. Alice let out a cry of pain. Miss Thompson continued with whacks at regular intervals, which brought cries of pain after each one. Alice must have been counting, because after the sixth whack, she started to get up.
“Oh no you don’t,” said Miss Thompson, pushing Alice down again. “I haven’t finished by a long way yet.”
“Oh please Miss, no more. I won’t ever do anything like that again,” cried Alice through her tears.
“No you won’t, not after I’ve finished with you,” said Miss Thompson.
Whhhhaaappp!!
“Aaaagghh,” cried Alice.
Miss Thompson continued the onslaught of Alice’s bottom until twelve whacks had been delivered, an unprecedented amount by school standards.
“Now get out,” snapped Miss Thompson after the last whack.
Alice stood up, tears running down her cheeks, and hobbled to the door. For a few moments she just leaned against the wall outside, rubbing her bottom and crying. She was joined by two of her friends, Lizzie and Susie.
“You alright Ali?” said Lizzie, putting her arm round Alice’s shoulder.
Alice shrugged it off. “Clear off and leave me alone.”
Her friends looked at each other, shrugged and wandered down to the end of the corridor.
“She’ll be alright in a minute” said Susie.
“Must have been bad,” said Lizzie.
They waited patiently for Alice to arrive.
“You sure you’re okay,” asked Lizzie.
“Yeah,” replied Alice, wiping here eyes.
“Must have been bad,” added Susie.
“The cow gave me twelve,” complained Alice.
“Twelve!!!” echoed both girls together.
“That’s unheard of,” said Lizzie.
“Not know it’s not,” complained Alice.
“Can we see your bum?” asked Susie.
“S’pose so,” replied Alice.
The three girls went off to the changing rooms to view the damage.
Next day Mrs Boxall saw Miss Thompson after assembly. “Is the story true that you gave that girl twelve with the slipper?”
“It is,” replied Miss Thompson.
“Good, it’s what she deserved.”
“I’m glad you think so,” said Miss Thompson.
“Excuse me Miss Thompson, may I have a word?”
“Yes, what is it?”
“I fear we may have a problem. I’ve just had a third year, Melanie Harvey, complain that an older girl pushed her against a door and broke a glass panel. I’ve checked, and the glass is definitely broken and the girl’s blazer has a tear in it, which would correspond with height of the window.”
“I see. Has she told you the name of the other girl?”
“No, I suspect a case of bullying, but I’m not sure.”
“Is the girl hurt?”
“No, she seems alright, perhaps a bit shaken.”
“Where is she now?”
“She’s in the sick bay with Mrs Ashton.”
“I think you’d better bring her up to me.”
“Yes I will, thank you.”
The teacher left, and Miss Thompson returned to her office. After a few minutes, the teacher returned with Melanie.
“Thank you Mrs Boxall, I’ll take it from here,” said Miss Thompson, getting up from her desk.
“Come and sit down Melanie,” said Miss Thompson, guiding Melanie to an armchair. Miss Thompson then sat down in a chair opposite.
“Now Melanie, tell me exactly what happened.”
“This fifth former pushed me into the door and my elbow broke the glass.”
“And why do you think she did it?” asked Miss Thompson.
“Don’t know Miss.”
Miss Thompson smiled at Melanie.
“Come now Melanie, do you mean to tell me that a senior girl just came along and pushed you into a door?”
“Yes Miss.”
“I see. May I ask the name of this girl?”
“Don’t know Miss.”
“Oh dear, we’re not getting on very well are we? How can I be expected to help you if you won’t tell me anything?”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Come,” called Miss Thompson.
The door opened, and it was Mrs Boxall. “Can I have a word?”
Miss Thompson got up and went outside with Mrs Boxall.
“A girl has come forward with the name of the other girl. It was Alice Branch,” said Mrs Boxall in a hushed voice.
“Thank you. Would you get a prefect to bring her here at twelve thirty please.”
“Yes, of course.”
Miss Thompson returned to her office and sat down.
“Well, Melanie. It seems you have been spared the embarrassment of naming the other girl. I understand it was Alice Branch. Is that correct?”
Melanie hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
“Excellent. You’ll be pleased to know that I shall be interviewing her at twelve thirty, and taking the appropriate action. Now, tell me; you’re being bullied aren’t you?”
Suddenly Melanie’s eyes welled up and then she burst into tears.
Miss Thompson waited a few minutes, and then passed Melanie a handkerchief. “You’ll feel better now you’ve got that off your chest. If anything else happens, you come to me straight away. I will not tolerate bullying in any shape or form.”
“Yes Miss,” replied Melanie, wiping her eyes.
“You can stay here until you feel like returning to class.”
“Thank you Miss.”
Melanie sat for a few minutes and then got up. “I’m ready to go now Miss.”
“Very well, remember what I said.”
“Yes Miss, I will, thank you.”
“Off you go,” said Miss Thompson with a smile.
Miss Thompson breathed hard, and then got up and went to report the situation to the head.
She was back in her office when twelve thirty came, and a prefect presented Alice Branch.
Alice came and stood in front of Miss Thompson’s desk. Behind her was a hard backed chair with a plimsoll sitting on the seat. Miss Thompson fixed Alice with an icy stare.
“You know why you’re here don’t you?”
“I’ve no idea Miss.”
“Don’t you be facetious with me girl, you know damn well why you’re here. You had better answer my questions sensibly and truthfully, otherwise you’ll find yourself walking out of the school gates never to come back,” stormed Miss Thompson.
“Yes Miss,” replied Alice, looking at the floor.
“Now, do you admit to pushing another girl into a door?”
Alice hesitated for a moment. “It was an accident Miss.”
“Don’t lie to me,” thundered Miss Thompson. “What did I say about your answers?”
“I pushed her Miss.”
“That’s better. Now I shall ask one more question, and your future at this school will depend on your answer. Were you bullying this girl?”
Again Alice paused.
“Think very carefully,” said Miss Thompson.
“Yes I was.”
“You are a disgrace to the school, the misery you caused to that girl. If I had my way you would be expelled immediately. You have the Headmistress to thank for saving you.”
Miss Thompson rose from her chair.
“I’m going to give you a slippering you’ll never forget. Come here.”
Miss Thompson went over to the chair and picked up the slipper.
Alice walked slowly over to the chair.
“You know what to do,” said Miss Thompson, slapping the slipper onto her palm. Alice bent over the back of the chair, gripping the front of the seat. Miss Thompson wasted no time in pulling up Alice’s skirt and slip. Then she got into position, legs slightly apart and delivered the first whack. She almost threw the slipper at Alice’s bottom, such was the force that she used. Alice let out a cry of pain. Miss Thompson continued with whacks at regular intervals, which brought cries of pain after each one. Alice must have been counting, because after the sixth whack, she started to get up.
“Oh no you don’t,” said Miss Thompson, pushing Alice down again. “I haven’t finished by a long way yet.”
“Oh please Miss, no more. I won’t ever do anything like that again,” cried Alice through her tears.
“No you won’t, not after I’ve finished with you,” said Miss Thompson.
Whhhhaaappp!!
“Aaaagghh,” cried Alice.
Miss Thompson continued the onslaught of Alice’s bottom until twelve whacks had been delivered, an unprecedented amount by school standards.
“Now get out,” snapped Miss Thompson after the last whack.
Alice stood up, tears running down her cheeks, and hobbled to the door. For a few moments she just leaned against the wall outside, rubbing her bottom and crying. She was joined by two of her friends, Lizzie and Susie.
“You alright Ali?” said Lizzie, putting her arm round Alice’s shoulder.
Alice shrugged it off. “Clear off and leave me alone.”
Her friends looked at each other, shrugged and wandered down to the end of the corridor.
“She’ll be alright in a minute” said Susie.
“Must have been bad,” said Lizzie.
They waited patiently for Alice to arrive.
“You sure you’re okay,” asked Lizzie.
“Yeah,” replied Alice, wiping here eyes.
“Must have been bad,” added Susie.
“The cow gave me twelve,” complained Alice.
“Twelve!!!” echoed both girls together.
“That’s unheard of,” said Lizzie.
“Not know it’s not,” complained Alice.
“Can we see your bum?” asked Susie.
“S’pose so,” replied Alice.
The three girls went off to the changing rooms to view the damage.
Next day Mrs Boxall saw Miss Thompson after assembly. “Is the story true that you gave that girl twelve with the slipper?”
“It is,” replied Miss Thompson.
“Good, it’s what she deserved.”
“I’m glad you think so,” said Miss Thompson.
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