Miranda part three
by Clarissa
Miss Svenson regretted her words almost as soon as she had uttered them. Yes, Miranda Spears was a particularly obstinate pupil, and might well respond to the double humiliation of being disciplined by a man, but it was a practice of which Miss Svenson did not generally approve. But Spears’ insolence had got to her; so there it was, she couldn’t change it.
She sent the girl out of the room while she prepared to make the phone call. As she contemplated her options, an image of Donald Rudd, headmaster of Tillwood, came to mind. Although now in his late-fifties, and in need of constant glasses, he was well known for still being able to lay down a particularly powerful caning, something of which he was inordinately proud. She picked up the phone.
‘Hello again Elsa,’ came Rudd’s voice, ‘have you had any luck with my little problem?’ ‘Yes indeed,’ replied Miss Svenson, ‘I have identified the offending fifth former.’ ‘That’s excellent news,’ came the reply, ‘may I ask what you propose doing with her?’ Miss Svenson cleared her throat then went on, ‘Actually, Donald, I was wondering whether a dose of medicine from you might be more effective in this instance, with the offending boy a witness to her trouble.’ Before she had time to catch her breath, Rudd came back with an enthusiastic ‘That’s a splendid idea – six of the best with the senior?’ Miss Svenson hesitated; no doubt this is what he had given the captain of the rugby XI, indeed, twice that number, but it was not what she wanted for Spears. ‘No, Donald, I think six with the strap from your strong arm should work wonders.’ ‘You’re too kind,’ replied Rudd immodestly, ‘of course, I agree.’
Miss Svenson put down the telephone and called in the girl. She had no doubt Miranda Spears would resent her more than ever, but it was a necessary punishment and, she knew in her heart, a just one.