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Carolyn Harrington-Brown had just come off the 18th hole and was looking forward to a gin and tonic or two in the clubhouse along with the rest of the ladies day golfers when her phone rang.“Hello, Mrs Harrington-Brown, this is St Agnes’ School. It’s about Evelyn. The Headmistress has requested you come in. Would you be able to make it this evening? How does 5 PM suit?” Reluctantly Carolyn agreed. Fuming about the disruption to her plans, she went home to change before heading to the school to see what her wilful sixteen-year-old daughter had got up to this time.As Carolyn headed down the motorway, the possible scenarios awaiting her ran through her head. Carolyn had been a boarder at St Agnes’ school herself and wondered if things had changed much in the intervening twenty-five years.Carolyn got out of her car and smoothed down her cream skirt. She pulled her camel coat over her pink blouse and walked towards the doors. She hadn’t met the new Head before but had heard she was a former pupil like herself.She was led to the Headmistress’ office by a secretary and asked to wait until her daughter Evelyn arrived. The headmistress wanted to see the two of them together.Evelyn arrived a few minutes later. She reminded Carolyn so much of herself at sixteen. The long, straight blonde hair, the toned figure. She was already almost as tall as her father. Carolyn stood and went to hug her daughter.“The new Headmistress is a bitch,” Evelyn complained as they hugged. “She has got it in for me.”“Well, we’ll soon see about that,” Carolyn reassured her. Carolyn had always got what she wanted and ever since she had married Sir Percy Brown, she had no qualms in using her power to crush anything that got in the way of her family’s happiness.“Evelyn, please, come in.” The Headmistress welcomed them as they were shown into her office. “And you must be Lady Brown.” She held her hand out.“It’s Harrington-Brown. I preferred to keep my maiden name too.”“Yes, I’m sure. Carolyn Harrington was always a name to strike fear into some poor wretch or other.”“I beg your pardon,” Carolyn was astonished bahis siteleri that this woman could be so presumptuous. “I am sorry, Lady Harrington-Brown. Anyway, the purpose of you being here today is your daughter.” She indicated for Carolyn and Evelyn to sit down while she sat behind her desk.Now I’m sure you’ll remember, Carolyn. Can I call you Carolyn? It seems so formal calling you Lady Harrington-Brown.”Carolyn nodded. “You may.”“Thank you, Carolyn. As I was saying, I’m sure you will remember the things that went on here when we were pupils.”Carolyn smiled, but she was still trying to place this woman. She couldn’t remember her from school and her attitude was puzzling.“Things have changed, as I’m sure you know,” The Head continued. “Corporal punishment was banned by the Conservative Government back in 1986. I’m sure you’d have preferred if it had been banned sooner.”Evelyn smirked, realising that perhaps her mother hadn’t been quite the goody two shoes she’d always made out she was.“I’m sorry,” Carolyn interrupted. “But do I know you? We haven’t been properly introduced.”“I’m so sorry, Carolyn. You mustn’t remember me. I’m Sophie Robinson. Though you might remember me better as Sophie McAllistair.She turned to Evelyn.“You might not realise, Evelyn, but your mother was quite the character when she was at school.”She grinned as she watched Carolyn shift uncomfortably as the name Sophie McAllistair unlocked forgotten rooms in her memory.“Yes, she was four years older than me. She ruled the dormitory really. Her and her little gang. They used to terrorise the younger years. Do you see that painting on the wall?”Sophie pointed to a large painting of a goat tied in a field wearing a red cloth wrapped around its horns that hung behind her desk. “It’s called ‘The Scapegoat’. It’s a famous painting by William Holman Hunt. Do you know what a scapegoat is, Evelyn?”“Someone who takes the blame, even if it isn’t their fault?” Evelyn offered.“Very good. Do you know what the red cloth is for?” She paused, her eyes sparkling. “Or perhaps we should ask your mother. canlı bahis siteleri You know what it’s for, don’t you, Carolyn?”Carolyn raised her eyes and looked at Sophie. A sense of dread had wrapped itself around her stomach as she realised Sophie’s intentions lay beyond punishing Evelyn for some silly schoolgirl prank.Carolyn thought back to her days here as a boarder. She remembered Sophie. Sophie had been a small, shy girl. She thought back to that night. The younger girls were lined up as Carolyn and her friends decided who was going to be the scapegoat. Tradition demanded that for a term, a younger pupil would be chosen to take the blame for any misdemeanours the sixth form girls got up to. Carolyn had chosen Sophie and tied the red bow in Sophie’s long dark hair.“You’ll wear this for the term, Sophie McAllister, and you will confess to any wrongdoings when ordered to by me. Understood?”Carolyn remembered Sophie’s dark eyes staring up at her as she slowly nodded. It was a crazy tradition. All the schools had them. Boarding school boredom and monotony mixed with history and tradition meant the teachers went along with the pretence. Everyone knew the girl with the red bow wasn’t to blame, but she got punished anyway.Carolyn remembered feeling excited the first time she watched Sophie stand on the stage at School Assembly. She was made to bend over, her hands holding the seat of the chair as the Headmistress brought the cane down on her buttocks four times. One stroke for each piece of fruit Carolyn and her three friends had stolen from the kitchen the night before. Carolyn joked with her friend Heather that at least the Head had caned her with her skirt on. It had been known sometimes for a girl to be made to flip her skirt up and be caned in her underwear in front of the school.By the end of term, Sophie had become quiet and withdrawn. She seemed to flinch every time Carolyn went near her. On the last day of term, Sophie flung the red bow onto Carolyn’s desk and whispered in a low growl. “If I ever come across you again, I will make you pay for this.”Carolyn canlı bahis brought her eyes back to bear on Sophie. She saw the Head smile as the recognition dawned on Carolyn’s face.“As I was saying, corporal punishment has been banned for quite a while now so some of the old traditions have died out. But a pupil still needs to be punished for breaking the School rules.”Sophie glanced to Evelyn then back to Carolyn.“We use the phrase ‘In loco pupillum’ which is terrible grammar and not at all proper Latin but basically means the parent takes the role of the pupil in circumstances where the law prevents the child being punished.”“You’re insane. You can’t do this,” Carolyn stammered.“I think you will find we can. It is in the code of conduct you signed when Evelyn was admitted to this school. I like to think of it as a modern-day equivalent of the scapegoat.”Carolyn turned to look at her daughter who was sitting with a startled expression on her face.“Now, Evelyn was caught with alcohol and cigarettes and from the smell of her breath and general demeanour, had clearly been drinking. Can you recall what the punishment for such an offence was in our day, Carolyn?”“Six of the best,” Carolyn whispered, blushing at the memory of Sophie taking six strokes of the cane. She remembered Sophie, her skirt flipped up, tears running down her cheeks, her white panties on display to the whole school as she was punished for Carolyn being drunk. The memory made Carolyn squirm.“Stand up, Carolyn.”The command was delivered calmly and cooly. Sophie had been looking forward to this for a long time. Sophie gazed into Carolyn’s blue eyes. “Sophie, please. Surely we can come to some compromise?” Carolyn pleaded. She looked at her daughter then back at Sophie.“Does Evelyn need to be here?”“Oh, yes. She has to watch her mother take the punishment. Wasn’t that part of the thrill for you? Standing there, watching me bent over, getting the cane for your transgressions?”Carolyn blushed again. “Sophie. I am truly sorry for what I put you through. It was this school, its stupid traditions. It wasn’t my fault.”“No, nothing was ever your fault, Carolyn.” Sophie retorted. “It wasn’t your fault you got drunk, it wasn’t your fault you stole and it certainly wasn’t your fault you fucked your way through Upper Sixth.”
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