Allen was so embarrassed. He’d been denied his VIth form privileges and been forced to wear junior uniform. Junior uniform whilst on school property and unfortunately for him, he was a boarder. If walking through the corridor to the study wasn’t humiliating enough, Miss wasn’t backwards in telling him in no uncertain terms, exactly what she thought about him, none of it complementary. She happily rubbed his predicament in seemingly gloating at his shame and unease. Still, mentally being stripped down wasn’t satisfactory enough, after verbally stripping off another layer of his pride, she announced that she was going to ruler him then give him six with a junior cane (as that was how he appeared after all in shorts), across his bare bottom. Kindly Miss decided to wish him luck by enthusiastically applying number 7, lucky for some apparently.