The Headmaster’s Fall
Laurel Bennett
Copyright Laurel Bennett 2011
Published by Night Shift Publishing – Smashwords Edition
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The Headmaster’s Fall
By Laurel Bennett
“Do I look all right?” I asked hesitantly, as I patted my hair. It had a mind of its own and always had. In all my eighteen years, I’d never been able to tame it. Nor had my mum, despite how hard she tried.
“You’re going to see the headmaster, Miss. Not going to the Blankenship’s soiree,” my maid said with a giggle. “You look perfectly appropriate.”
I glanced down at my simple frock. I wished I was more elegantly attired. The headmaster’s wife was beautiful and elegant and… everything I would never be. We’d all seen her the last time the headmaster had dropped by the school, before he took her to a ball. We’d stood on the landing and looked down into the foyer where she’d paced, thoroughly vexed because he’d chosen to handle a matter at the school, despite their plans. The headmaster didn’t live at the school. He was a benefactor, and he only came by when things were going poorly. When I did naughty things and needed to have the devil’s influence scared out of me.
The last time he’d been forced to “talk” to me, I’d refused to wear a corset. Truly, who could breathe in those things? But ladies were expected to wear them, even when they were riding or doing other activities that required breathing. Deep breathing. Any breathing. So, I’d decided not to put mine on. It was only one day. And it was for an important race. An illegal race, where I was a rider. I had to be able to breathe, didn’t I? It was important. Despite all my begging and pleading, he’d given me a set down I’d never forget. My belly made that little hiccup at the very thought of it. I was wet before I even came close to his office.