She knocks and enters, walking slowly in
Knowing, in her quickly-beating heart
The punishment that waits for her within
Too late to say she’s sorry, and depart...

Some of Headmistress Blake’s students have been employing their English Literature lessons a little too authentically – and the school’s staff have come across some salacious sonnets worthy of the Bard’s crassest dick jokes.

In a moment of true dramatic irony, the Headmistress decides to give the naughty girls precisely what they’ve daydreamed of. This will end in a severe tawsing, of course, but ...

She knocks and enters, walking slowly in
Knowing, in her quickly-beating heart
The punishment that waits for her within
Too late to say she’s sorry, and depart...

Some of Headmistress Blake’s students have been employing their English Literature lessons a little too authentically – and the school’s staff have come across some salacious sonnets worthy of the Bard’s crassest dick jokes.

In a moment of true dramatic irony, the Headmistress decides to give the naughty girls precisely what they’ve daydreamed of. This will end in a severe tawsing, of course, but it will begin with a wait – a long, interminable wait – outside the Head’s office. So what is the Headmistress to do as her delinquents squirm in their seats with hot anticipation?

Best to read through the offending poetry, perhaps, and put some of it into action on her own pencil-skirted behind. Just to pass the time, naturally. ‘Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon...