1900

The Chancellor has summoned Jessica. At 23 Jessica had mid brown hair down to her chin, slightly mottled skin, pale blue eyes and an unremarkable face. She was of medium height and build. She wore a white blouse and green knee length skirt with black plimsolls. Her legs were bare.

Jessica stood on the parqueted corridor and finally summoned up the courage to knock on the Chancellor’s door. She knew to delay any longer would imperil her further. There were tears in her eyes.

”Enter” cried he in a declaratory tone.

Jessica gingerly turned the handle and entered with much trepidation

A worn Persian rug was laid in the middle of the room. The room was furnished in a very Victorian style. There was a large and tall wooden desk with a leather surface.

To Jessica’s astonishment the Chancellor stood there in a loose white cotton T shirt and black sports shorts. He had trainers on too. The 30 year old tall and muscular man had clearly being doing exercise – his face was flushes from it and his biceps were pumped. She caught a whiff of perspiration of him and noticed his forehead was beaded in sweat. There was an exercise bike and a weights rack in the corner of the large room.

”You are late!” he ejaculated.

”Yes, sir, I…”

”I do not care – an extra stroke for that and another one for weeping.”

”But sir I…”

”Arguing – another stroke. That is three to add to your six for failing a test. So nine.”

She realised he was not to be messed with. She nodded.

”Fetch that cane” he said pointing to one on the rack.

She did as she was bidden.

”Now this is a knotted bamboo rattan cane – run your hands up and down its 3 feet.”

She complied, ”Yes, sir” she said meekly.

”Specially weighted at the tip to make it fly. Do I know how to handle one of these. I have been exercising to I can strike with maximum force. You are about to have the most agonising experience of your life – teach you to fail tests!” he said triumphantly.

”Please let me off!”

”Begging for mercy – now up to ten strokes.”

she was speechless.

”Right – skirt off, knickers off – stand on those two marks there on the wooden floor – you bend forward till your fingertips touch the desk. You shall count the stroke and said thank you sir each time. If you fail to do that in a loud clear voice or you move a muscle it will be an extra stroke. I shan’t repeat the instructions. If you cry or make any noise it will be an extra stroke.”

She began to slowly remove her skirt.

”But no sir I can’t take my knickers off” she protested

”eleven strokes!” he grinned.

Crestfallen – she complied with trembles. She could not believe it when she let her knickers fall and stepped out of them – careful to cover her sex with her hands as she bent over.

”Right – no fingertips on the desk. dozen strokes now.”

Jessica remembered and put her fingertips there.

She heard him practising – slicing the air with his cane, warming himself up and getting his aim.