amateur play is just as serious
Jenny’s parents were furious at the news that she’d been suspended from school for fighting. Her father, who had had to leave work early to come and collect her, had apologised for her behaviour and had assured Miss Hastings that yes, he would ensure that she was dealt with very firmly. He’d driven her home in shameful silence and sent her to her room, to stand in the corner, while he discussed with her mother. A short while later, and she’d been called downstairs. They were both incredibly disappointed in her. She’d been a very naughty girl and there was only one way to deal with her. So it was skirt off and over the chair for a sound dose of his slipper. And he’d repeat it every day that she was suspended.
She was then sent to her room in disgrace until her mother came up to undress her and put her in the bath just like when she was little.
Scrubbed and pottied and teeth cleaned, her hair was put into pigtails. Waiting on the bed were her old flannel pjs.
But before the tight pants were tugged up, she spent a painful time squirming over Mummy’s lap as her slightly damp bottom was once again made crimson and sore.
Lying on her tummy, the pjs making sure that the heat in her bottom stayed, her thumb crept into her mouth as she sniffled and promised herself to never ever ever be naughty again.
