Trumped Up Punishments Chapter 1
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Rebecca has been caught in a compromising situation with one of her teachers and been awarded 50 demerits. She is about to be punished in front of the teaching staff and pupils of Millennium High at the monthly ‘Punishment Assembly’ (made possible because President Ace recently signed an executive order reinstating corporal punishment in US public schools). After an elaborate quiz on Romeo and Juliet, which decided which one of three of her fellow students were to be subjected to a rather less serious punishment, it is now her turn to be punished. The headmaster, Mr. Barton, has asked her to come onto the stage and take off all her clothes, ready for her punishment.
Rebecca had had it. She was not going to cooperate with school authorities any more. If they wanted her naked, they would have to take her clothes off by force. What did she have to lose? Quite a lot, as it turned out.
She came onto stage and shouted out at the audience: “This is unjust! I was blackmailed to do what I did by my teacher! By Mr. Warner, the pervert! I am not going to be punished for this! I’m the victim here!”
Mr. Barton had been giving frantic instructions via radio to the five security guards, who were now surrounding Rebecca and had quickly restrained her. Carl inserted a ball gag into her mouth – she was now no longer able to say anything, just muffled groans were audible. Carl threw a questioning glance at the director’s booth, whence he knew Mr. Barton was watching the proceedings.
“As Miss Ward has been unwilling to co-operate, and has chosen to slander one of her teachers by way of ‘defense’, we have no choice but to strip her by force. All her punishments will be doubled. I am afraid that this will mean that the assembly will last longer than planned, and that this will mean some lessons will be shortened or even cancelled. I will work out ways in which to make up for this. Now, guards, please do your duty!”
The five muscular security guards quickly stripped Rebecca down to her bra and panties. They then strapped her onto the punishment horse, in very much the same position that Peter had been in for his caning: legs up and spread, secured to the upper horizontal bar. Arms tied to the legs of the punishment horse. Everybody knew that, once her panties were gone, every detail of her sex would be on show. The two screens behind the stage were already showing a live HD feed of her (panty-covered) crotch as well as a close-up of her whole body.
“I will now ask for a volunteer who will remove Miss Ward’s bra.”
A sea of hands went up, most of them belonging to boys. Carl chose one at random, and a pimply, scrawny youth walked up onto the stage. Two of the guards lifted Rebecca’s upper body to allow him to undo the clasp – which he did with some difficulty. Clearly he had not had a lot of practice in this department!
While one camera remained focused on Rebecca’s crotch, the other had now zoomed in on her chest. In fact, the state-of-the-art equipment at the theater included a ceiling-mounted camera showing her breasts and face from a bird’s eye perspective.
The pimply boy was about to go back to his seat, when Mr. Barton’s voice stopped him.
“If you would like to pinch Miss Ward’s nipples and squeeze her breasts a little bit, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind! Up to you!”
Shouts and hoots of encouragement from the audience … the boy did not think twice, gave each of Rebecca’s nipples a good pinch and started squeezing her breasts. Rebecca could not bear the humiliation, to be groped by this repulsive boy in front of everybody … Her cries of protests only came out as muffled groans, however.
“She seems to be enjoying it. Keep going while we find a volunteer to cut off her panties.”
Again, there was no shortage of volunteers. This time, Carl chose a young girl, handed her a pair of scissors. She quickly cut the material once on each side, and pulled the panties off.
Rebecca now had no more secrets – her vagina, and bottom hole, were on display for all to see, the camera focusing first on one, then on the other.
Carl prompted both the young girl and the pimply boy to return to their seats. The show could begin in earnest.
“Ok, folks. The punishment committee, a small committee of teachers I recently set up, have handed down the following sentence for Miss Ward. I quote: ‘The miscreant shall be strapped down naked and subjected to three different punishments. Each punishment shall be chosen from two alternatives by the audience.’
Now, the fact that Miss Ward resisted means that each punishment shall be doubled. It also means that our usual ban on the use of photographic equipment is lifted. In fact, the videos you can see on the screens behind the stage will be freely available for download from the school’s intranet for the next two months.”
Cheering from the crowd. Rebecca just could not believe it. Just as she thought things could not possibly get any worse, they suddenly did!
“We come to the first choice of punishments. Option A: twenty cane strokes on the bottom. Option B: five whip lashes on her breasts.”
Cheers from the crowd.
“Let me hear it for Option A!”
Loud applause.
“Option B?”
Similarly loud applause.
“The clapometer indicates a slight preference for Option A. The punishment is doubled to forty, of course.”
Carl stepped forward, holding a vicious-looking cane.
“We would normally ask for silence to allow the student being punished to count out loud, but there’s no point given the gag. I would ask the audience to count each stroke!’
Crack!
“One!”
Crack!
“Two”
Searing pain went through Rebecca’s behind. She had thought the humiliation was worse than anything that could happen from here on in – how wrong she had been! Carl really knew what to do with a cane!
Crack!
“Three”
A short break – allowing one camera to home in on the rapidly forming red stripes on Rebecca’s white, previously unblemished, flesh. The other maintained a view of her breasts and face, contorted in pain.
Crack!
“Four!”
And so it went on. By the end, Rebecca’s butt was just one hot, burning mass of pain and suffering.
“We now come to Miss Ward’s second punishment. The options handed down by the punishment committee are: twenty lashes with a medium whip on Miss Ward’s vagina or forty lashes with a light whip on her breast. Remember that all punishments will be doubled. Let me hear it for her vagina!”
Enthusiastic clapping. Rebecca did not know which option was less awful. She just wanted to die.
“Now, who would favor her breasts?”
Again, enthusiastic applause.
“This is unusual. The clapometer has recorded the exact same reading for both. I suggest that we split it up – twenty lashes on her vagina, forty lashes on her breasts. If you agree, clap now!”
Rapturous applause. Rebecca could not believe it.
“The punishment committee did not express a view on just who should administer the punishment. I have a few ideas in mind to make things more interesting. There shall first be ten lashes on the vagina by a member of the audience, then twenty lashes on her breasts by a different member of the audience; the remainder shall be administered by Carl to make sure it is done properly.
Now, for the first punishment, I will give you the choice between my nominee and a random volunteer. My nominee is Miss Alison Cooper!”
Alison, having narrowly avoided being punished herself, but having ended up being stripped down to her (rather see-through) tights in the process, was sitting amongst the teachers, trying to look inconspicuous. She was shocked to be back in the limelight, so to speak, particularly since the second screen behind the stage had now switched to showing her, captured by another camera suspended from the ceiling.
The clapometer was not really necessary – the crowd wanted to see the topless girl whip the naked girl’s vagina! One of the guards ushered her to the stage accompanied by great applause. Carl handed her the whip – though described as medium, it looked pretty heavy to Alison!
“Miss Cooper, as Miss Ward’s view is somewhat obstructed, please show her the whip you are holding before you begin.”
Alison did, and Rebecca’s eyes widened in horror when she saw the thick rope of the whip dangling in front of her face. This was going to be the worst!
It was time for the first lash. Alison had never done this before, and the whip hardly connected – it caressed Rebecca’s love flesh rather than castigating it.
“Miss Cooper, this is not acceptable. We will need to see marks or Carl will demonstrate how it is done on YOU!”
So the next lash was rather more powerful, causing Rebecca to groan a little bit. Still, she thought that, pain-wise, this was bearable.
“I am still not satisfied, Miss Cooper. If we do not see a mark after the next stroke, you’re for it yourself!”
So Alison, who liked Rebecca and wished her no harm, put all her weight behind the next lash, simply for reasons of self-preservation. Rebecca emitted a muffled scream.
“Ok, stop and we shall see if there has been any reaction.”
Two security guards took Alison’s arms. She started to tremble.
“If we do not see a visible mark in the next minute, Carl will administer ten lashes on Miss Cooper’s vagina!”
The camera zoomed in even closer on Rebecca’s sex – the spotlight was turned up a notch. To Alison’s great relief, a clear red line appeared across both of Rebecca’s labia. The crowd groaned in disappointment.
“Ok, Miss Cooper, that was a narrow escape. Two more strokes, and make them count, or you will find yourself in Miss Ward’s position!”
Alison put all her weight behind each lash, and this satisfied Mr. Barton. She was escorted back to a seat in the front row, between two rather overweight male teachers, one of whom her biology teacher who was named, I k** you not, Mr. Cock.
“My next nominee, to whip Miss Ward’s breasts, is Mr. Shaw. Would you prefer him or a random volunteer?”
The camera that had previously focused on Alison was now hovering above where Peter was half sitting, half crouching (because his behind was still rather tender from the caning he had received). Unsurprisingly, he still sported a prominent erection, and this was obvious to everyone in the theater!
Again, there was no contest when it came to the clapometer (the slight majority of girls in the room saw to that) and Peter was escorted to the stage. He was handed a somewhat lighter whip and positioned to Rebecca’s side. His large cock was standing up clearly; as a joke, whoever was in charge of lighting had directed a second spotlight on his cock (another had by now moved from Rebecca’s crotch to her breasts, though the camera still showed a close-up of her tortured vagina).
He raised the whip, and brought it down on Rebecca with considerable force – unfortunately he missed her breasts and hit her stomach.
“You must do better, Mr. Shaw, if you do not want to experience any additional punishment yourself!”
This time, Peter hit with more precision, though slightly less power. He increased his power with each stroke, forgetting his own exposure and embarrassment, and getting more and more into it. Pre-cum was glistening on his glans; in fact, the cameraman spotted this and directed the camera previously showing Rebecca’s crotch to his organ, so the crowd could see his excitement themselves.
When he was done, Rebecca’s breasts were pleasantly criss-crossed with red lines. Tears were continually running down her face. Her eyes were closed. She was trying to block this all out. She heard Mr. Barton’s voice, but did not take in what he said. Then, a whip hit her between the legs with a force she had not previously known. It hit again, and again, and again. She could hear cheering and shouting, the crowd counting ‘eight’, and ‘nine’. She did not hear ‘ten’, but the tenth stroke must have hit her vagina, as the torture stopped.
Then more lashes to her breasts. Opening her eyes, she saw the muscular hulk of Carl had replaced the fit but slender Peter, and, although Peter had hit hard, his lashes had been nothing to Carl’s. Then it was over.
“This leaves just one set of punishments for this morning. The engineering department have again devised something special for us: a transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation device, or TENS device for short. This is capable of delivering safe but painful electric current to targeted body parts. The beauty of it is that it can be hooked up to our clapometer – in other words, you shall be determining the intensity of the pain. But first, the clapometer can help us in a different way – in determining which body parts we shall hook the TENS unit to. Option A: clitoris and nipples; Option B: anus and nipples: Option C: clitoris and anus. I’ll let you consider these choices for a bit.”
The screens were showing alternating shots of each possible body part: Rebecca’s tortured, bright red vagina, her bruised and beaten breasts and her, as yet largely untouched, anal opening.
“Option A?”
Rapturous applause. Rebecca’s heart sank further, if that was even possible.
“Option B?”
Still, very strong applause, but not as strong as for Option A.
“Option C?”
Very strong. The clapometer determined that Option C was the winner.
Two guards approached Rebecca; four nerdy looking youths (from the engineering class) wheeled a frightening-looking apparatus onto the stage. This had clips and a large metal pear-shaped object attached to it. The clip was attached by Carl to Rebecca’s clitoris (which he managed to find after more than a minute of ‘research’). He then inserted the pear, basically a large butt plug, into Rebecca’s anus, having previously lubricated it (Mr. Barton informing the crowd that the lubricant acted as a conductor). This caused the clip to detach from Rebecca’s clit, so Carl had to go in search of it again. Finally, all was ready.
“We will now remove Miss Ward’s ball gag. A microphone will be held directly above her face. The intensity of your clapping will determine the strength of the current; if she screams, this will further increase it, as the clapometer measures noise of any kind, not just clapping. The more she screams, the more she suffers, in other words. The machine would normally be turned off after five minutes, but her resistance has doubled this to ten! Turn on the machine!”
A low humming noise filled the theater. A microphone was hovering above Rebecca’s immobilized face. One screen showed her crotch, the other her face, with an amp meter and a stop watch superimposed.
Somebody started to clap, no effect. More joined in, the needle of the amp meter was twitching. Rebecca’s stomach muscles were tightening. More clapping, more and more, now cheering and stamping of feet. The amp meter was now showing quite a high electric current. Above the clapping, Rebecca’s scream was now audible, and this sent the needle much higher still, causing the scream to become even louder, sending the needle higher and so on.
When it was over, after ten long, painful minutes, Rebecca was untied and led to the edge of the stage. She no longer complained. But Mr. Barton had one more surprise:
“You have now all lost valuable lesson time, due to Miss Ward’s resistance and Mr. Shaw’s punishment taking longer than expected. I have therefore decided that they shall both make it up to you all in some small way. They will be available as live models in biology classes throughout the school for the next two weeks. They shall also, along with Miss Cooper and Miss Brown, be live models in art classes – any art teacher can request their assistance. The assembly is dismissed!”
Rebecca had had it. She was not going to cooperate with school authorities any more. If they wanted her naked, they would have to take her clothes off by force. What did she have to lose? Quite a lot, as it turned out.
She came onto stage and shouted out at the audience: “This is unjust! I was blackmailed to do what I did by my teacher! By Mr. Warner, the pervert! I am not going to be punished for this! I’m the victim here!”
Mr. Barton had been giving frantic instructions via radio to the five security guards, who were now surrounding Rebecca and had quickly restrained her. Carl inserted a ball gag into her mouth – she was now no longer able to say anything, just muffled groans were audible. Carl threw a questioning glance at the director’s booth, whence he knew Mr. Barton was watching the proceedings.
“As Miss Ward has been unwilling to co-operate, and has chosen to slander one of her teachers by way of ‘defense’, we have no choice but to strip her by force. All her punishments will be doubled. I am afraid that this will mean that the assembly will last longer than planned, and that this will mean some lessons will be shortened or even cancelled. I will work out ways in which to make up for this. Now, guards, please do your duty!”
The five muscular security guards quickly stripped Rebecca down to her bra and panties. They then strapped her onto the punishment horse, in very much the same position that Peter had been in for his caning: legs up and spread, secured to the upper horizontal bar. Arms tied to the legs of the punishment horse. Everybody knew that, once her panties were gone, every detail of her sex would be on show. The two screens behind the stage were already showing a live HD feed of her (panty-covered) crotch as well as a close-up of her whole body.
“I will now ask for a volunteer who will remove Miss Ward’s bra.”
A sea of hands went up, most of them belonging to boys. Carl chose one at random, and a pimply, scrawny youth walked up onto the stage. Two of the guards lifted Rebecca’s upper body to allow him to undo the clasp – which he did with some difficulty. Clearly he had not had a lot of practice in this department!
While one camera remained focused on Rebecca’s crotch, the other had now zoomed in on her chest. In fact, the state-of-the-art equipment at the theater included a ceiling-mounted camera showing her breasts and face from a bird’s eye perspective.
The pimply boy was about to go back to his seat, when Mr. Barton’s voice stopped him.
“If you would like to pinch Miss Ward’s nipples and squeeze her breasts a little bit, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind! Up to you!”
Shouts and hoots of encouragement from the audience … the boy did not think twice, gave each of Rebecca’s nipples a good pinch and started squeezing her breasts. Rebecca could not bear the humiliation, to be groped by this repulsive boy in front of everybody … Her cries of protests only came out as muffled groans, however.
“She seems to be enjoying it. Keep going while we find a volunteer to cut off her panties.”
Again, there was no shortage of volunteers. This time, Carl chose a young girl, handed her a pair of scissors. She quickly cut the material once on each side, and pulled the panties off.
Rebecca now had no more secrets – her vagina, and bottom hole, were on display for all to see, the camera focusing first on one, then on the other.
Carl prompted both the young girl and the pimply boy to return to their seats. The show could begin in earnest.
“Ok, folks. The punishment committee, a small committee of teachers I recently set up, have handed down the following sentence for Miss Ward. I quote: ‘The miscreant shall be strapped down naked and subjected to three different punishments. Each punishment shall be chosen from two alternatives by the audience.’
Now, the fact that Miss Ward resisted means that each punishment shall be doubled. It also means that our usual ban on the use of photographic equipment is lifted. In fact, the videos you can see on the screens behind the stage will be freely available for download from the school’s intranet for the next two months.”
Cheering from the crowd. Rebecca just could not believe it. Just as she thought things could not possibly get any worse, they suddenly did!
“We come to the first choice of punishments. Option A: twenty cane strokes on the bottom. Option B: five whip lashes on her breasts.”
Cheers from the crowd.
“Let me hear it for Option A!”
Loud applause.
“Option B?”
Similarly loud applause.
“The clapometer indicates a slight preference for Option A. The punishment is doubled to forty, of course.”
Carl stepped forward, holding a vicious-looking cane.
“We would normally ask for silence to allow the student being punished to count out loud, but there’s no point given the gag. I would ask the audience to count each stroke!’
Crack!
“One!”
Crack!
“Two”
Searing pain went through Rebecca’s behind. She had thought the humiliation was worse than anything that could happen from here on in – how wrong she had been! Carl really knew what to do with a cane!
Crack!
“Three”
A short break – allowing one camera to home in on the rapidly forming red stripes on Rebecca’s white, previously unblemished, flesh. The other maintained a view of her breasts and face, contorted in pain.
Crack!
“Four!”
And so it went on. By the end, Rebecca’s butt was just one hot, burning mass of pain and suffering.
“We now come to Miss Ward’s second punishment. The options handed down by the punishment committee are: twenty lashes with a medium whip on Miss Ward’s vagina or forty lashes with a light whip on her breast. Remember that all punishments will be doubled. Let me hear it for her vagina!”
Enthusiastic clapping. Rebecca did not know which option was less awful. She just wanted to die.
“Now, who would favor her breasts?”
Again, enthusiastic applause.
“This is unusual. The clapometer has recorded the exact same reading for both. I suggest that we split it up – twenty lashes on her vagina, forty lashes on her breasts. If you agree, clap now!”
Rapturous applause. Rebecca could not believe it.
“The punishment committee did not express a view on just who should administer the punishment. I have a few ideas in mind to make things more interesting. There shall first be ten lashes on the vagina by a member of the audience, then twenty lashes on her breasts by a different member of the audience; the remainder shall be administered by Carl to make sure it is done properly.
Now, for the first punishment, I will give you the choice between my nominee and a random volunteer. My nominee is Miss Alison Cooper!”
Alison, having narrowly avoided being punished herself, but having ended up being stripped down to her (rather see-through) tights in the process, was sitting amongst the teachers, trying to look inconspicuous. She was shocked to be back in the limelight, so to speak, particularly since the second screen behind the stage had now switched to showing her, captured by another camera suspended from the ceiling.
The clapometer was not really necessary – the crowd wanted to see the topless girl whip the naked girl’s vagina! One of the guards ushered her to the stage accompanied by great applause. Carl handed her the whip – though described as medium, it looked pretty heavy to Alison!
“Miss Cooper, as Miss Ward’s view is somewhat obstructed, please show her the whip you are holding before you begin.”
Alison did, and Rebecca’s eyes widened in horror when she saw the thick rope of the whip dangling in front of her face. This was going to be the worst!
It was time for the first lash. Alison had never done this before, and the whip hardly connected – it caressed Rebecca’s love flesh rather than castigating it.
“Miss Cooper, this is not acceptable. We will need to see marks or Carl will demonstrate how it is done on YOU!”
So the next lash was rather more powerful, causing Rebecca to groan a little bit. Still, she thought that, pain-wise, this was bearable.
“I am still not satisfied, Miss Cooper. If we do not see a mark after the next stroke, you’re for it yourself!”
So Alison, who liked Rebecca and wished her no harm, put all her weight behind the next lash, simply for reasons of self-preservation. Rebecca emitted a muffled scream.
“Ok, stop and we shall see if there has been any reaction.”
Two security guards took Alison’s arms. She started to tremble.
“If we do not see a visible mark in the next minute, Carl will administer ten lashes on Miss Cooper’s vagina!”
The camera zoomed in even closer on Rebecca’s sex – the spotlight was turned up a notch. To Alison’s great relief, a clear red line appeared across both of Rebecca’s labia. The crowd groaned in disappointment.
“Ok, Miss Cooper, that was a narrow escape. Two more strokes, and make them count, or you will find yourself in Miss Ward’s position!”
Alison put all her weight behind each lash, and this satisfied Mr. Barton. She was escorted back to a seat in the front row, between two rather overweight male teachers, one of whom her biology teacher who was named, I k** you not, Mr. Cock.
“My next nominee, to whip Miss Ward’s breasts, is Mr. Shaw. Would you prefer him or a random volunteer?”
The camera that had previously focused on Alison was now hovering above where Peter was half sitting, half crouching (because his behind was still rather tender from the caning he had received). Unsurprisingly, he still sported a prominent erection, and this was obvious to everyone in the theater!
Again, there was no contest when it came to the clapometer (the slight majority of girls in the room saw to that) and Peter was escorted to the stage. He was handed a somewhat lighter whip and positioned to Rebecca’s side. His large cock was standing up clearly; as a joke, whoever was in charge of lighting had directed a second spotlight on his cock (another had by now moved from Rebecca’s crotch to her breasts, though the camera still showed a close-up of her tortured vagina).
He raised the whip, and brought it down on Rebecca with considerable force – unfortunately he missed her breasts and hit her stomach.
“You must do better, Mr. Shaw, if you do not want to experience any additional punishment yourself!”
This time, Peter hit with more precision, though slightly less power. He increased his power with each stroke, forgetting his own exposure and embarrassment, and getting more and more into it. Pre-cum was glistening on his glans; in fact, the cameraman spotted this and directed the camera previously showing Rebecca’s crotch to his organ, so the crowd could see his excitement themselves.
When he was done, Rebecca’s breasts were pleasantly criss-crossed with red lines. Tears were continually running down her face. Her eyes were closed. She was trying to block this all out. She heard Mr. Barton’s voice, but did not take in what he said. Then, a whip hit her between the legs with a force she had not previously known. It hit again, and again, and again. She could hear cheering and shouting, the crowd counting ‘eight’, and ‘nine’. She did not hear ‘ten’, but the tenth stroke must have hit her vagina, as the torture stopped.
Then more lashes to her breasts. Opening her eyes, she saw the muscular hulk of Carl had replaced the fit but slender Peter, and, although Peter had hit hard, his lashes had been nothing to Carl’s. Then it was over.
“This leaves just one set of punishments for this morning. The engineering department have again devised something special for us: a transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation device, or TENS device for short. This is capable of delivering safe but painful electric current to targeted body parts. The beauty of it is that it can be hooked up to our clapometer – in other words, you shall be determining the intensity of the pain. But first, the clapometer can help us in a different way – in determining which body parts we shall hook the TENS unit to. Option A: clitoris and nipples; Option B: anus and nipples: Option C: clitoris and anus. I’ll let you consider these choices for a bit.”
The screens were showing alternating shots of each possible body part: Rebecca’s tortured, bright red vagina, her bruised and beaten breasts and her, as yet largely untouched, anal opening.
“Option A?”
Rapturous applause. Rebecca’s heart sank further, if that was even possible.
“Option B?”
Still, very strong applause, but not as strong as for Option A.
“Option C?”
Very strong. The clapometer determined that Option C was the winner.
Two guards approached Rebecca; four nerdy looking youths (from the engineering class) wheeled a frightening-looking apparatus onto the stage. This had clips and a large metal pear-shaped object attached to it. The clip was attached by Carl to Rebecca’s clitoris (which he managed to find after more than a minute of ‘research’). He then inserted the pear, basically a large butt plug, into Rebecca’s anus, having previously lubricated it (Mr. Barton informing the crowd that the lubricant acted as a conductor). This caused the clip to detach from Rebecca’s clit, so Carl had to go in search of it again. Finally, all was ready.
“We will now remove Miss Ward’s ball gag. A microphone will be held directly above her face. The intensity of your clapping will determine the strength of the current; if she screams, this will further increase it, as the clapometer measures noise of any kind, not just clapping. The more she screams, the more she suffers, in other words. The machine would normally be turned off after five minutes, but her resistance has doubled this to ten! Turn on the machine!”
A low humming noise filled the theater. A microphone was hovering above Rebecca’s immobilized face. One screen showed her crotch, the other her face, with an amp meter and a stop watch superimposed.
Somebody started to clap, no effect. More joined in, the needle of the amp meter was twitching. Rebecca’s stomach muscles were tightening. More clapping, more and more, now cheering and stamping of feet. The amp meter was now showing quite a high electric current. Above the clapping, Rebecca’s scream was now audible, and this sent the needle much higher still, causing the scream to become even louder, sending the needle higher and so on.
When it was over, after ten long, painful minutes, Rebecca was untied and led to the edge of the stage. She no longer complained. But Mr. Barton had one more surprise:
“You have now all lost valuable lesson time, due to Miss Ward’s resistance and Mr. Shaw’s punishment taking longer than expected. I have therefore decided that they shall both make it up to you all in some small way. They will be available as live models in biology classes throughout the school for the next two weeks. They shall also, along with Miss Cooper and Miss Brown, be live models in art classes – any art teacher can request their assistance. The assembly is dismissed!”
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