Plots, Schemes Paddling
“Oh, and Mr. Neville, I think you’ll be needing this,” Ms. Cassidy said, handing the young teacher the wooden paddle.
“Perhaps I will,” Mr. Neville replied taking the paddle in hand. The very sight of the eighteen inch long implement set off a host of feelings in him. His position as counselor now required him to be the primary disciplinarian at Cassidy School for Girls. The very thought sent an odd rush of excitement, a little fear, and certainly a lot of dread through him.
“Remember, Mr. Neville, this school has always maintained strict policies for student behavior, and when our young ladies veer from the rules, they are well aware that they can expect a good sound paddling across their posteriors.”
“I understand, Ms. Cassidy,” Mr. Neville replied, “though I
