I'd be happy to try a bit of a story, but I'd like to see a bit more what her day is like. If one of the viewers in the United Kingdom could make this available to the rest of us, that would be grand. I keep getting a message that I can't watch her day because I don't live in the UK (true enough, but darn!)
http://www.itv.com/daybreak/presenters/Christine-goes-back-to-school/As for my version of her story, it seems to me that if Bleakley is going to put on a uniform and enroll in school, she should be subject to the same rules as the other girls...as well as the rules that were in effect when she first enrolled. Let's see, Christine is 32, and corporal punishment was banned in private schools in 1999...
two years AFTER she graduated.Oh dear! Poor Christine![/b]
I picture a meeting where Christine, still in uniform, sits in the Headmaster's office, where his cane still hangs in the cupboard ("scares the heck out of them, even if I technically can't use it," he explains. "Might as well use the rumor mill and gossip to my advantage, to help keep them in line.")
Christine confirms that it certainly kept HER in line, as she was always careful to avoid trouble for fear of the cane.
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"Rather a pity," Christine continued, "since I always wondered what it might be like. As Head Girl I sent so many girls here to this room to be punished...sometimes for the flimsiest of reasons. I always told myself they were getting what they deserved. But in my heart I knew that it was what I deserved too...sir."
It was the last "sir"...tentative, diffident, almost plaintive, that caught the Headmaster's attention. There was something about her manner, bashful, hesitant, and all together different than the confident television presenter he enjoyed watching on the telly.
The Headmaster looked at Christine, who was nervously examining her shoes as she nervously rubbed her fingers together. Instantly, the Headmaster knew what he had to do.
Christine's eyes grew wide as saucers as he took the cane off the hook. "Yes, I certainly agree that for certain young ladies the cane can be an important educational tool. It certainly was in your case, and you've admitted as much. But your education wasn't as complete as it might have been, was it, Bleakley?"
Christine's pulse raced as she watched the Headmaster bend the devilish instrument of torture into a half moon. Christine was shocked to find that the cane terrified her more than ever. It was think, horribly flexible and whippy, and she knew it would brand her shapely bottom like a hot iron...
"I asked you a question, Bleakley!" the Headmaster snapped. "Stand on your feet and answer it, while you're still able to sit at all."
Christine flew out of her chair and stood before her Headmaster. Her mouth was dry, her hands shook, and her legs felt like jelly.
Christine's heart skipped a beat as he swished the cane thru the air.
SWISH!
SWISH!
For a moment, Christine thought she was going to faint, and she barely heard the Headmaster's voice as he continued, so transfixed was she by the all powerful instrument of correction he held in his hands. "I believe the necessary authorization forms were signed first by your parents, and then by you when you turned 18, and they are still on file."
Christine nodded. She had HATED it when her mother had signed those damned forms, and had hated it even more when she had been forced to sign them her senior year. But one couldn't well be a Head Girl empowered to speed others to their doom if she was exempt from the ultimate punishment herself, and Christine, ever perfect and always eager to please, had signed.
And now, the forms were still on file!
"Are you ready to continue your education, Bleakley?" the Headmaster asked sternly.
"Yes, sir," Christine replied, staring at her shoes, her voice barely a whisper.
"Very well," the headmaster said, using the tip of the cane to lift up her chin. "Let's discuss your performance in Chemistry today, shall we?"

Let's see that video!