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She certainly wasn't much to look at, you know. She wasn't ugly, just kind of plain and a bit overweight. And she always hid behind those thick glass with those awful wire rims. She didn't dress well, and wasn't friendly with any of the girls that I knew of. But she was definitely the smartest girl in school. And most importantly, she was there for us when our asses were on the line!
Ms. Larsky was the biggest bitch ever to teach at Friar's Point Academy for Young Ladies. The dyke was supposed to be a physical education instructor/fitness counselor. What she really was was a prototype for the Fourth Reich's SS. The Board of Governors wouldn't let her carry a whip. But neither the Board nor those goddamn enrollment agreements which gave the school the unfettered right to administer "such necessary and proper discipline, including reasonable corporal punishment, as may be required to ensure the moral, ethical and intellectual development of the student", said a fucking thing about paddles.
I think Marla Collins started everything. Marla and Katie Kellerman came in late for the third time that week. Christ, we're Seniors! What did they expect? Anyway, just in case anyone in class missed it, Commandant Larsky immediately started blowing on her whistle. She comes running over to them, waving the goddamn paddle that she keeps on her belt, and tells them to bend over.
Well, Marla puts her hands on her hips and says, "get real". Larsky gets all red in the face, grabs her by the arm, and drags her over to the vaulting horse. She bends Marla over the horse, turns her skirt up and gives six really hard whacks with the paddle. By the time she's finished, Marla is really crying!
Then Larsky turns to Katie, who's like all scared and pasty, you know. So Larsky screams at Katie to bend over. Katie's already crying, but she bends over like she's told. Larsky gives her three whacks over her skirt. It's not nearly as bad as Marla's paddling, but Katie is like really embarrassed.
Except for Marla and Katie crying, it's like really quiet in the gym. Marla and Katie are part of the big money West Oak Hills clique, and they're not real popular with the rest of the "little" people. So some the girls are like smirking, you know. But shit, most of the girls are just scared and angry. I know was! Well, somebody says, "Jesus, what a bitch!"
Like I said, the gym's real quiet. So everybody in the whole gym hears it including Doberman ears Larsky. But Larsky was still glaring at Katie and Marla, probably looking for a reason to beat them some more. So she doesn't know who said it. But she spins around and screams, "who said that?"
Of course, although everybody was thinking it, no sane girl would admit to calling Larsky a bitch, and they're really strict about admitting only sane girls to Friar's Point. So Larsky screams for everybody to line up and starts blowing her fucking whistle again. Everybody runs to get in line.
Larsky starts walking up and down the line, shaking her paddle and demanding to know who called her a bitch. Finally, she walks to the center of the line and says real quietly, "I'm going to count to ten. If the young lady who made the earlier referenced remark does not step forward by the time I reach ten, then every one of you is going to receive three smacks. Do you hear me? Every single one of you!"
She smacks the paddle on her hand and says, "One!" Now several of girls are shuffling their feet, and everybody is looking at everybody else. "Two!" Nobody steps forward. "Three!" Several of the girls are whimpering, and I'm getting pretty close myself. "Four! Five! Six!"
Larsky smacks the paddle against her thigh. "I'm not kidding, ladies! One of you is responsible, here. Seven! Eight!" No one steps forward. "Nine! Ten! That's it, everyone turn around, and bend over!"
And that's when the miracle occurred! Instead of turning around, one girl starts walking away. Larsky turns purple and screams at her, "Where do you think you're going, Missy?"
Betty Sue never blinks, and replies calmly, "I'm going to call the police."
"I said that I'm going to call the police. You have just committed thirty-seven counts of felony assault."
"What are you talking about?"
"Let us assume that the unlikely statement that you allegedly heard actually was uttered by one of the students in this room. By your own admission, one and only one individual was responsible for that alleged remark. However, knowing full well that the other students have no such responsibility, nonetheless, you have placed the remaining thirty-seven students in this class in fear of an imminent harmful and/or offensive contact. Under state law, that constitutes an assault.
“Since your remarks indicate your premeditated intent to cause pain to these students, it would not be difficult to characterize these assaults as felonies rather than as misdemeanors. Regardless, the police should be summoned to prevent your committing an additional thirty-seven counts of battery."
Larsky opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. Finally, Larsky sort of croaks out, "Get back in line, young lady", but clearly she's shaking. Betty Sue turns and starts to walk out of the gym.
Right there, Betty Sue Billington won my nomination and vote for Senior Class President. So I start chanting, "Betty, Betty, Betty!" Hell, I couldn't be in any more trouble than when I called Larsky a bitch. Anyway, several other girls pick up the chant. Pretty soon, everybody is doing it. Larsky doesn't know what to do! She starts blowing her whistle, but the chanting grows louder. Finally, Larsky screams at Betty to wait.
Betty is almost out of the gym. Larsky runs over to talk to her. You can see that Larsky is really upset, but you can't hear what they're saying over the chanting and clapping. Finally, Betty and Larsky come back to the line. Larsky tries to say something, but the chanting drowns her out.
Betty holds up her hands, and everybody quiets down. Betty says that she has made a proposal to Larsky to settle the problem, but the whole group has to agree. After she explains, she takes a vote. It's unanimous! Larsky hands her paddle to Betty, and walks over to the vaulting horse.
Larsky is bright red as she bends over the horse. Marla and Katie gleefully hold her arms. I run up and yank down her shorts. Larsky starts screaming that's not part of the agreement. So Betty asks her if she wants out. Larsky starts crying, but shakes her head no. Betty takes Larsky's whistle and blows twice, "Line up!"
All the girls get in line. Betty takes her position behind Larsky, measures carefully, and gives her a sharp smack with the paddle. Betty says "next", and hands me the paddle. I wind up and give her a good crack right across both cheeks. Shit, I could have stood there and done that all day, but I surrendered the paddle when Betty called, "next". Smack after smack, the girls settled their accounts. Larsky's tight ass turned pink, then red, then black and blue. By the time Katie and Marla took the final swats, Larsky was bawling like a baby! I suggested that we do that every Friday.
She wasn't the richest girl in class or the prettiest. But she won the election by a landslide. You know what really put her over the top? Betty kept that fucking paddle!
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This story appears in Slightly Twisted Sisters.