“I think it would be far more appropriate if you were to administer whatever punishment you see fit, as it was the Church’s property that was damaged, and it happened in your domain, not mine.”
Father M, to be fair, was a fairly good-looking chap, probably in his mid to late 30s, but he looked like a bunny in a car headlights at the suggestion Miss B had just presented to him, and he blushed and sweated immediately.
I actually felt sorry for the man.
Fancy asking a young celibate man of God to choose how to punish three naughty schoolgirls.
I was actually shocked at Miss B’s lack of tact for once.
After a few seconds, I think the penny dropped with Sister C and Miss B simultaneously.
“Oh, I am sorry Father. What was I thinking of?” Miss B said, sounding for the first time I could ever recall, genuinely flustered.