The Report Card

I pick up the Irish Woman promptly at 5:30. She's bundled up in a large dark wool coat with a black knit watch cap.

"Did you bring the report card?"

"Yes." She laughs nervously.

We head downtown in silence from Brighton and I am fortunate to locate a parking space in the lower level of the Hilton close to the elevators. During the entire ride she plays non stop with her hands-clasping-unclasping and continually rubbing them to together.

My room is on the twelve floor and the elevator is empty and a non stop express. She pauses at the door to my suite-hesitating. "Your father asked me to assist in trying to straighten you out. He's at his wits end. This is for your own good."

She whines and falls into the character of the recalcitrant student. "I'll be good, I promise." Please tell him I'll do so much better."

"It is too late. You've been warned. You knew it was going to come to this and just have refused to behave and study. You dad doesn't ask much of you. You've been spoiled and things will change lady-starting tonight! Into the room. Kneel on the bed!

She enters and sees the paddle, leather strap and flogger arranged on the bed. Her breathing sppeds up and she's gasping for breath.

"I'll take your coat," slipping it of her shouders and placing it carefully on the desk I tell her to kneel on the bed.

"Nooooo."

"On the bed!"

She acquieces and gets on all fours.

"We have two issues we need to deal with. The first are your grades and the second is your in school behavior. Let's start with the latter first. Your father tells me that the school master says you been in the coat room with your knickers down showing everything to the boys?"

She gasps.

"Is that true?"

"I'm asking you again and you better be quick to answer. Is that true?"

She whispers: "Yes."

"Good enough. Remove your slacks!"

"Noooooo."

"Modest?"

"I can't...not in front of you."

"Simple-into the bathroom and remove the slacks. There is a hanger on the door. Be sure to hang them carefully. Those are lined tweed slacks and I'm sure they were expensive. Stop dwaddling."

She sprints to the water closet. Closes the door and latches it behind her.