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  1. Chapter 2 is at https://omorashi.org/topic/15817-kiplington-school-for-girls-chapter-one/#entry624412
  2. Kiplington School for Girls Fanfic of Winifred Holtby's South Riding (and BBC dramatization thereof) about the trials and tribulations of the headmistress of a girls school, northern England, 1930s. Comments welcome. (I originally misposted this in the wrong place so am reposting here. Apologies if you came across it elsewhere on the site.) Chapter One: In Which Midge is Punished and Embarrasses Herself Utterly Sarah Burton, headmistress of Kiplington School for Girls, sighed. The science mistress continued, distressed: "And then, Miss Burton, I intercepted a note." She produced a folded and dog-eared wad. Sarah opened it slowly. The first line of the note read, in a slanting childish hand, "Want to start something with Old Siggy?" Below, another hand had responded: "You go first. I dare you to say something about that awful dress she is wearing." Miss Sigglesthwaite, known not-so-affectionately to the girls as "Old Siggy" managed her classroom dreadfully. The fourth form were always trouble, despite Sarah's increasingly fierce warnings about punishments to be inflicted on the next girls to step out of line. "Who wrote the notes?" she asked reluctantly. "I don't know, but I suspect Midge Carne was one of them. She sits in the same row as Jane, and I caught the note going from Jane to Molly." Sarah grimaced and got to her feet. It was time she dealt with this situation with the severity it deserved. "Stay here," she instructed Miss Sigglesthwaite. "I'll be back in a moment." Sarah strode down the hall and into the science classroom. All tittering ceased immediately. She walked purposefully to the front of the room and spoke in a quiet voice that all girls leaned forward to hear. "Who wrote this note?" Silence. "If," Sarah said, "I need to match handwriting in order to work out who wrote this note, I will do so, and your punishment will be much, much worse. Now, raise your hand if you were one of those who wrote this note." At one end of a science bench, Midge raised her hand tentatively. At the other, Jill Johnson did the same. "Down to my office," Sarah dismissed them. She glared at the three girls left in the middle of the row: "So I suppose you three passed the notes back and forth?" All three looked down and nodded. "You can go down to my office too." Sarah strode out behind them. At the office door, she dismissed the trembling Miss Sigglesthwaite to deal with what remained of the fourth form. The girls crowded inside the small office. "I'll deal with you three first," she pointed to Sadie, Jane, and Molly, the note-passers. "Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" The girls looked down once more. They knew they had been warned on multiple occasions about behavior in science classes. "Is there any reason why I shouldn't cane you?" Sarah asked, grim-faced. Molly looked up fleetingly, as if she had an idea, but quickly thought better of it and returned her face to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, Sarah saw Midge twitch and start to squirm. Midge knew, thought Sarah, that any punishment given to Sadie, Jane, and Molly would be even more severe for herself and Jill. Sarah reached past the anxious girls and took the cane out of the wardrobe. "Right," she said. "Molly, you can go first. One stroke on the hand. Hold your hand out flat. If you pull it away, you'll receive an extra stroke." Molly, Sarah knew, had been caned before and knew what to expect. She wanted her to set a good example for the others. Molly duly held out her hand. Sarah raised the cane over head, strode forward, and thwacked it hard on Molly's palm. Molly gasped. Tears sprang to her eyes. Sarah's reputation for hard canings was well deserved. "Wait outside," said Sarah severely, turning her attention to Sadie. Midge couldn't stand still. She jiggled her foot. "Stop that, Midge," Sarah barked. "But Miss Burton," began Midge. "Be quiet, Midge!" said Sarah. Midge was an hysterical, difficult child, and Sarah believed she had already given her more chances than Midge deserved. She was determined that, this time, Midge would receive a fair punishment, hysterics or no hysterics. Sadie was less stoic than Molly, bursting into noisy tears as the cane fell. Jane, the third of the note-passers, was already in tears before Sarah even instructed her to hold out her hand. As Sarah raised the cane to punish Jane, Midge jerked and clutched her crotch. Sarah turned her eyes to Midge. Urine ran down Midge's legs, soaking her ankle socks and creating a pool on the floor. Midge collapsed in tears. "Stop that," rapped Sarah. "Molly, go and fetch some rags from the cleaning cupboard. Sadie, fetch Matron -- she's supervising 5th form prep in room 3. Now, Jane, hold out your hand." Sarah turned her attention from Midge's puddle to Jane's hand. She caned her smartly. Molly returned with rags, which Sarah indicated she should place on the floor. Matron arrived in the doorway, slightly out of breath as always. "Ah, Matron," said Sarah. "Midge Carne has wet her knickers." Midge sobbed. "I am about to cane her for terrorizing Miss Sigglesthwaite," Sarah continued. "Can you take her up to the boarders' quarters afterwards and find her clean knickers -- and maybe a bath?" "Of course," said Matron, frowning at the humiliated Midge. Sarah dismissed Molly, Sadie, and Jane back to class. She briefly considered telling them not to mention Midge's accident to anyone, but she decided against it. Midge's behaviour had been far too silly recently, and Sarah believed some shame might humble her. The story would be all over the school by the end of the day. "Now, Midge and Jill," Sarah addressed the two remaining girls. "You will each receive four strokes. You first, Midge. Hold out your hand." But Midge could not hold out her hand. Her terror of the cane, combined with her shame, was too much. She held it tentatively but pulled it away as Sarah raised the cane. Sarah gave her two more chances, adding strokes to her punishment each time. She couldn't help rolling her eyes at Matron, who found Midge every bit as trying as did Sarah. Finally, Sarah barked, "Midge, since you cannot hold out your hand, I will cane you on your bottom. Come here." Midge sidled toward Sarah hesitantly. Sarah seized the child, sat down, and laid her over her knee. She raised Midge's tunic, which was wet at the back. Midge's regulation school knickers were dripping at the crotch. Sarah lifted the cane over her shoulder and brought it down, hard, across Midge's wet knickers. Midge screamed and twisted, but Sarah held her firmly. Again, Sarah flogged her, and again, and again, and again. Five strokes. Not as many as Midge deserved, probably, but the child was completely hysterical by this point, and more pain would do no more to make the point. Matron led her away.
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