The Reverend Mother looked at the boy before her and saw a crude, callous and deserving creature of all the punishment she could deliver.
It was her God-given obligation to teach boys humility even if she had to belt it into him.
He was at fault there was no doubt. She’d heard him exclaim, “bloody pen” as everyone settled down to their maths exercise. There was no way she was going to give up this opportunity to humiliate the boy in front of the class.
As it was she disliked boys. They were vile, smelly and uncouth and if she had her way she’d belt every one of them everyday.
The boy in question was stood in front of the class as she delivered her tirade on blasphemy, swearing and the disgusting practices of all boys. She knew she held the class in her hand as they were waiting for her to swing the cane.
She didn’t let them down; the boy received six of her best for being a repulsive guttersnipe. She watched him cringe as he made his way back to his seat, his humiliation complete as she felt the exhilaration of his tears.