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Head Girl: Part Two
Georgina had been standing in the corner for ten minutes, feeling flushed and wishing she had not been so cheeky. Not for nothing was the Matron of St Bride's feared and respected.
"Well, girl - I think we should continue. If you keep acting like a little girl, we will have to treat you like one. Fetch me the hairbrush."
Spinning round in indignation, Georgina's mouth fell open in an indignant exclamation.
"Like hell I will! That's for babies."
Matron grabbed Georgina by the arm and twisted it, making her wince.
"You ... have spent all week behaving like a child. The first year girls get the hairbrush when they are naughty, and so will you. Now go and get it."
The head girl went to the table and picked up the large flat-backed hairbrush, feeling a churning in her stomach as she did so. Thank goodness this wasn't witnessed by the other girls in the dormitory.
"Please Matron ... I'll be good. Let me off this time."
"No Georgina. Too many chances already. You are head girl here and an example to the other girls. An example has to be made of you. Everyone will be made aware that you have been punished in this way and that should deter you from being lazy and cheeky again."
Matron sat, took the hairbrush from Georgina, and indicated she should go back over her lap. Georgina hated this, but could not see any way to get out of it. Once over at least she couldn't see the woman's face and she couldn't see hers.
"Matron, please don't take the head girl post away from me ... ow!"
The hairbrush cracked against Georgina's bottom and made her yelp, wriggling ungainly with her skirt up over Matron's lap.
"You'll stay head girl if you behave, and if you take all your punishment today like a good girl. If you swear and struggle I will not only see you are demoted, but that you are sent to the Head. And you know what will happen then."
"Yes Matron," sniffled Georgina. She was well aware what happened to the girls who had to see the Head. So far she had been lucky enough to avoid that.
"I'm going to give you eighteen of this hairbrush ... hard. You will count backwards and if you count incorrectly, we start again. Is that clear?"
"Yes Matron."
The first stroke fell hard on Georgina's sore bottom, and she gritted her teeth to stop a sob coming out.
"Eighteen Matron, thank you."
Another three followed quickly, and Georgina kept count, feeling increasingly silly at being over the knee like a small child being punished for being naughty.
"Fifteen Matron, thank you."
Matron was feeling quite annoyed by this time, and felt she was not getting through to Georgina. She beat her harder with the hairbrush until she could see hints of bruising in the skin. Georgina struggled a bit and was still crying when the last few strokes were reached, but she had not miscounted once.
"Now get up."
Georgina stood in front of Matron, feeling very small and subdued.
"That's for being cheeky and for being lazy. Now there is the matter of bullying the smaller girls."
"Oh miss ... that didn't happen. I haven't been bullying anyone."
Matron held up her hand.
"Enough. Get me the strap ... now ... and don't dawdle. And take your position over the desk."
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Posted: 10:35 PM, Dec. 9, 2006 |
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