She wore a tight white blouse and a long navy skirt that swished when she moved. I had absolutely no idea how old she was, but she seemed far too youthful to be an Assistant Headmistress. “Mr. Grimm was called away on a family matter this morning. I have taken over his duties for the day.” Her words slowly drifted into my thick skull and penetrated my brain. I tore my attention away from her soft bosom and focused on what she had said. The Head was to cane me. The Head was gone. She was taking over for the Head. Therefore, _she_ was to cane me! I staggered back and nearly fell I was so surprised. “But ma’am–” Again, her gentle smile gave me strength.
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