Spankers Gallery — The Truant & Fussy

From Roué 32 The Truant ‘Mmmm,’ he said, deep in thought, his gaze moving over to the window on the far side of the room. He stood up and strode purposefully to the window and looked out onto the playground beneath him. The last stragglers were wending their way homewards, the teachers getting into their cars and driving off at the end of yet another day’s work. Not turning to look at the girl; his eyes still staring out of the pane of glass, he spoke again. ‘Truancy,’ he announced, his voice now appreciatively more stern, ‘is a very serious thing, Linda. Not only are you depriving yourself of your much-needed education, but by walking the streets you are endangering yourself. Between the hours of nine a.m. and four p.m. you are the responsibility of the school. We simply cannot tolerate any pupil taking off when he or she feels like it you know.’ He turned around to face her. Her head was bowed, presenting to the old boy an appearance of utter contrition. ‘Truants, Linda,’ he sa...