Mistress Meg shares a thought.

Good evening,

I feel I should share something with you. I think you’ll appreciate what I have been up to. Just the other night I found myself having to take care of something at my studio. I shall recount the events, and let me know your thoughts.

Professor Longstaff stood, arms secured high above his head, and whimpered. The muffled sound escaped the hood over his head, but we noticed it, as Stacy attached the cold metal clips.

“Well done, Professor,” I said. “That’s another half pound. Now, don’t you feel the joy of paying penance?”

“But Mistress Meg,” he whimpered. “I gave her an ‘A’ for her assignment. I was being,” he search for words, “… generous.”

“Quite so, Professor. Had that been exactly what you gave her, well let’s just say you wouldn’t have 2 pounds of fishing weights dangling from those parts of your body that dangle in such a very fragile manner. But you gave my little friend Stacy an ‘A-minus’, and that’s why we’re helping you see the error of your ways.”

There was a pause, and then the muffled voice mumbled, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“It’s good to see you entering into the spirit of the thing.” I commented. I should point out that Stacy’s skills would not be what you might describe as ‘academic’. She was barely above an ‘F’…