Jeff decides on an individual and... unique punishment for Harvey.


SEVENTEEN – SPANK!

Jeff considered punishing that little whingebag Harvey Hunter the best part of his school day. Bossing around the inferior pupils, achieving the top grades and being privileged enough to be the Headmaster's Deputy Head Prefect signified his life was full of achievements, unlike some people, but tormenting that troublemaking fat baby delighted him and he relished wheedling away what little confidence the troublemaker had left. Chipping away at the weeds that dared to contaminate St Champions. From a bigger picture, he was doing the Headmaster a favour.

The official punishments given out to the little troublemaker weren't enough. Jeff enjoyed providing his own little slices of justice, although these were severely frowned upon by Rose, who always pleasured in berating him, especially in front of the lesser Prefects. He had to grit his teeth and endure this unwarranted dressing down, so eager to bite back at his 'superior'. The only biting he could do is upon his own tongue, so instead, he plotted to take out his anger and frustration on one unfortunate little weakling.

The idea came to him when he was out shopping one day. A meander through the shopping centre, silently gagging as he passed an older teenage couple sticking their tongues down each other's throats, was improved drastically when he spotted a young child being smacked on the back of the leg by its mother. The wails that followed rolled his eyes to the back of his head, but that one smack to the leg had conjured up a clever and cunning idea. This idea would form into a plan, and soon enough, those wails would be made by his favourite victim.

The perfect opportunity arose when Hunter was sent on a time-wasting errand by his teacher. The teachers were at a loss when dealing with the troublemakers who had infiltrated the school, often banishing them from the classroom for up to five minutes to achieve much needed peace. Despite Simon's objections that kicking the troublemakers out of the classroom allowed them to roam about free to cause more mischief, Jeff thought of it in a more appreciative manner. Having Hunter banished from the classroom for an entire five minutes was practically heavenly.

He followed Harvey Hunter down the corridor, observing the boy's heavy gait. He knew Hunter was fat, and Hunter himself knew he was fat, and the whole school knew he was fat… but did he really have to stomp down the corridor, resembling a waddling walrus?

"He's not fat. He's short. One of the shortest boys in his year. He's within normal range for a child of his age. This obsession with his weight needs to stop, Jeff."

He rolled his eyes at the recollection of Rose moaning at him, scoffing quietly under his breath. How she became Head Prefect… He shook his head, pausing in his stride as Hunter entered a storage cupboard. A wicked smile stretched his thin lips. The perfect opportunity.

"Showtime." Jeff whispered as he pushed wide the ajar door and stepped into the room.

"Hello, Wheezy."

Harvey Hunter whirled round, the gasp of fright ripping free into the confined space. The folder clutched to his chest slipped and bounced off his left school shoe, the scared expression contorting into one of pain. Jeff raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed that Hunter had managed to keep the sound barrier of his pain threshold together. After all, he was a little cry-baby.

"J-Jeff, I-I need to g-get back to-"

"Class?" The other eyebrow lifted. "Ah, but I need to ask a favour of you, Hunter. Will you do me a favour?"

The boy nodded rapidly, head bobbing up and down similar to one of those bulldogs people had on display in the back of their cars. "Y-Yes, Jeff?"

The Deputy Head side-stepped further into the room and nodded at the door. "Would you? You're closest to the door."

Harvey audibly gulped. Shutting the door would mean he were… trapped. To be trapped, within this hellhole of a school, to be trapped with a Prefect… with Jeff… he felt the colour drain out of his face.

Nodding, Harvey grasped the handle, slowly shutting the door on his only escape route. Almost stumbling over the folder as he turned back to face Jeff, a sudden wave of dizziness threatened to overcome him.

Jeff was standing there, tapping a sturdy ruler into the palm of his hand. "Right, let's get started, shall we?"