Let's begin with what went before, then lead up to the current situation, and what is going to happen next . . . .
"As you requested, sir, your cane. Not mine, but yours. I, of course, don't deserve this punishment. All I was doing was demonstrating, to the younger pupils, the dangers of smoking. I was doing a service for the school, I thought you would realise that when you happened to walk round the corner."
"Thank you, Miss Johnson, as a result of your explanation, you may replace it on my desk. I agree wholeheartedly with you that all the other girls need to know exactly how harmful smoking can be for their health, both long and short term. I will instead have a short lecture on the harmful effects given tomorrow morning at assembly. Matron has just returned from a refresher course on the dangers of tobacco, drugs and alcohol. "I was planning for her to lecture each year separately during community studies, however as you are so keen to start immediately she can give the lecture on the long term harm of smoking to the whole school tomorrow."
Sandra gasped in surprise at her headmaster's response; surely the old fool hadn't actually believed her, and she was going to avoid an excruatingly painful beating from his cane. She tried not to smile as she returned it to the row of canes hanging inside the tall cupboard. . . . . . ?
If she thought that the smile hadn't been noticed, she was very much mistaken. Lucy Johnson's misdemeanours were of encyclopaedic proportions, she was the bane of the Headmaster's life and almost a celebrity in the eyes of the younger pupils. He had often wondered if she considered this 'contest' a game, with her as undisputed winner.
It was time for an 'Olympic Event' and a plan began to form in the Head's mind, enough to bring a smile to his face.
The lectures began with a change in time and content......
The lecture the following day was going to be a most enjoyable affair. Lucy Johnson had walked in to a trap, to give a lecture on the dangers of smoking to the whole school.
Sitting just behind the lecturn the Head Master watched as Miss Johnson stood with her back to him and began speaking about the dangers of smoking. Listening as she stumbled over her words, she so obviously had not researched herself. His foot tapped slowly .. to the rhythm of the cane swishing through the air, the sound of the cane - swish - whap.
She finally finished her stumbling confused oration. "My office Miss Johnson. Wait outside until I get there." A veiled threat in the last few words...
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