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Whops and Clobber
hall. Clearly, according to protocol, Deborah deserved
to be caned but Ms Lawton knew she could have
handled the matter with a little more delicacy. As she
turned into the stairwell she was beginning to vie
towards a compromise.
Ms Lawton’s feeling of détente was instantly
reversed when she stepped onto the landing. Her
mouth opened disbelievingly as she stared at
Deborah. Debs was leaning back against the wall with
her hands stuffed in the pockets of her blazer and a
recalcitrant pout on her face.
"Why aren't you facing the wall Morton?" the
Grand Dame spluttered incredulously.
Deborah glared at the Grand Dame darkly.
Slowly she took her hands from the pockets of her
blazer and let them fall to her sides. She moved away
from the wall and pulled her shoulders back.
"I'm sorry Ma’am, I didn’t think it was
necessary," she mumbled, but there was no sign of
apology on her sullen face.
“Not necessary? What the devil are you talking
about, not necessary?” Ms Lawton asked sharply. She
scowled at Deborah. "And wipe that ugly pout off
your face this instant.”
Deborah seethed inwardly. It was obvious that
the Grand Dame was still very cross but she didn’t
see any need for her to be so abrupt.
She glared back at the Grand Dame. “You just
said you wanted to discuss the matter. Besides, it was
just an oversight Ma’am. I stayed to do an extra lap
after tennis practice and I had to get dressed in a
hurry. I’m sorry, it was just a silly mistake,” she said
in an overtly recalcitrant tone of voice.