The curvy young teacher caught little Danny bullying another kid, spoke sternly to him and sent him to the Head Teacher. Danny complained to his Dad:
“Miss Littlewood’s picking on me! She sent me to the Head for nothing!” Blood rushed to his brutish father’s fat face.
“Is that so? I’m going to have a word with this Miss Littlewood.”
He found the pretty, plump-bottomed teacher when she had just dismissed her last class of the day, alone in her classroom. He eyed her up. His small eyes glinted.
“I’m Matt Wood. You sent my Danny to the Head!” Flustered, not liking the look in his eyes, she struggled to maintain calm and fairness.
“Yes, I did. He was bullying a smaller boy.”
“Did he get the cane?”
“Heavens, no! We abolished that ages ago!”
“You will, though. I brought one special. And then, you fat-arsed, stuck-up little bitch, you’re getting another kind of stick. This one.”
The school had a liberal, progressive spirit, but traditional punishment and traditional values had just returned.
