Please excuse my tardiness for Saturday Spankings. I’m afraid that I got a little excited at the prospect of Headmistress Blake writing my name on the Tardy Board-slash-paddle…okay okay, that sounds better than, “I got confused about the dates.”
Here, without further ado, is the heroine of Freiya’s Stand. I’m throwing you into the story without explanation, but you’ll pick it up quickly over the weeks. I love Freiya and hope you will, too.
Catastrophe began, as it often does, with innocuous good intentions. It struck at St. Agatha of Sicily, a private Catholic school serving kindergarteners through high schoolers. St. Aggie’s, as it was affectionately known by its admirers—St. Haggie’s to its detractors, including some of its own students—was plagued by the two problems known to every school since the beginning of time: too few dollars and too many unrealistic expectations for the results of its students. When faced with a distressing situation, the administrators of St. Aggie’s chose the approach also known since the beginning of time: knee-jerk overreactions that failed to solve the problem and precipitated catastrophe instead.
First, they called a faculty meeting.