Walsh entered Ms Svenson’s office and handed her the punishment note. She read it and said:
“Well Walsh. I see that once again you†continue to disrupt the classes and cause† trouble to the teachers. I consider myself to be a fair headmistress, so before I cane you I will give you the opportunity to explain yourself.”
“What is the reason for this disgraceful behaviour?”
“Oh that’s easy!” answered Walsh. “I think the teachers in this school are incompetent!” He laughed loudly.
“Incompetent?” exclaimed Ms Svenson in amazement.
“Yes!” answered Walsh. He laughed again and added: “Including you, Ms Svenson! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Hmm”, sighed the Headmistress as she selected her strongest cane. “We shall see how competent I am at punishing you then. Bend over that chair!”
Walsh laughed again and bent over. He was surprised when she pulled down his trousers and underpants†leaving his bare buttocks exposed. Then again what did he have to fear? She was after all only a woman and a member of the weaker sex, wasn’t she?
How wrong he was. The Headmistress drew back the cane and brought it down on†his bare buttocks with all her might.
“Aaaargh!” shouted Walsh in agony, as he rose with the shock.
“Get back down!” shouted the Headmistress or you’ll get extra strokes!”
Wash gritted his teeth and grabbed the legs of the chair for the remaining†eleven excrutiatingly painful strokes. He was not laughing now.
Mercifully the Headmistress finally laid down the cane. Walsh was whimpering pathetically as he pulled up his trousers.
“Well Walsh! Let this be a lesson to you. I will not tolerate insolence in my study or disruptive behaviour in my classrooms. I want you to go back now and apologise to the teachers you offended! If I see you here again, it will be 24 strokes”
“Yes Ma’am,” he simpered. “Thank you Ma’am”.
He meekly shuffled out of the study with his backside on fire with the pain.