Yesterday was not my best Friday at school.
The Maths teacher caught my deskmate and me chatting so she set us 500 long and boring lines to be copied during the weekend and recorded the demerit on our file.
It turned out to be my third demerit of the term, so it entailed a visit to the Headmistress office during the Friday afternoon detention.
No prizes for guessing what happened into the Headmistress' office. She delivered me such a hard caning that I had to sleep on my tummy and even when I got up in the morning and saw myself in the mirror the six marks of the cane were still painfully bruised and for sure they will be noticeable for several days more.
It's obvious that in such painful state of my bottom, I was not able to play the Saturday morning football game with my team, so I decided to go to the stationary to buy a pack of paper in order to start my punishment lines.
Bad luck, who do you think I found in my way?
She was in a quite playful mood and seemed to be in her best mood. It's obvious that she was waiting for someone and she was looking for a chat, so I became her victim.
She "invited" me to sit on the hard wooden bench what I did really grimacing in pain.
She obviously noticed my predicament at sitting and she smirked.
She sarcastically asked me why I wasn't playing the football match with my team and I blushed while explaining to her that I was seriously bruised because of her yesterday's caning so I was unable to run.
She smiled, again and said:
"Looks like I did a good job yesterday.
I hope it getting a lasting impression on you and that you had learned your lesson about the consequences of your misbehavior.
Now better go to write your lines and you better hand them on time or we will have another meeting on Monday."
I painfully raised to my feet and left as fast as I could walk.