Don't fuck with the teacher!

Don't fuck with the teacher! Don't fuck with the teacher!

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Genre: Fantasy

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Submitted: January 26, 2016

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Back in the late 1960s Mr, Forbes was the headmaster of the mixed infants school in the small village of Brighton-on-the-Wolds.  He was a short, stocky man of about 50 with an aggressive nature and very little patience towards anyone, but especially towards the children in his charge.

Some might say he was one of the long-lost breeds of disciplinarians because he ran the school like the sergeant major of an army-camp. He was always snarling out his orders at them and giving them one of his icy cold stares; as follow-up threat.  

He demanded instant compliance to his commands.  Some of the kids loved it and would sit sniggering behind their desktops, and yet they all knew he didn't ask twice. He had absolutely no qualms, when dishing out his own form of punishment.  Any naughty or unruly child could well expect one of his quick sharp whacks around the ear or a swift kick up the arse, boys or girls he didn't discriminate.

Most of the women teachers were also afraid of him. He had neither respect nor time for them; believing a women's place was in the home and none should be working in what he considered an all-male environment, and none would be working at his school if the hiring and firing had been left down to him.

Had he been around today then he would have soon found himself before a court, a court that he would regard as made up of a bunch of namby-pamby do-gooders. He would never have agreed that the best way to discipline children was to take away their weekly supply of chocolate and restrict their hours of watching TV.  

It was like a scene from a carry on film as eight women supported by their husband walked briskly across the playground and into the school and straight up to Forbes office door.  Leading the way was Mary Wilberforce, who one could say, was a bit of a tyrant around the village, and could always be found at the head of any disputes or activities and whose husband was an MP.  

She was a woman who was accustomed to getting her way and had volunteered to be the spokeswoman for this little band of angry parents. Not that she had any children of her own, nor did she wanted any, to her this was just another mission; another crusade, one of many she had undertaken for the good of the community.

Her biggest successes being the relocation of five massive pylons away from the village and costing the disgruntled electricity board well over a million pounds to comply with her wishes and the courts orders.  She was happy to take all the credit for their removal, not that she really did it all on her own, having an MP for a husband helped some said.  

Never the less she was a formidable woman and one that most men wouldn't want to get the wrong side of.  She had left many shivering in their boots and wondering what had hit them after confronting her.

Mary Wilberforce, was a believer in fighting fire with fire. So with her little band of followers she was rapping loudly and aggressively on Mr, Forbes office door before opening it and uninvited walking straight into his small office.  Mr, Forbes was not impressed or interested he had been there before and was well qualified in dealing with any high rate parents or protesters including hers.

Mr, Forbes stood up from behind his desk. "Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" He asked in an equally hostile tone. "We want a word with you Forbes regarding the way you are running this school.” Mary Wilberforce shouted back at him. But before she could continue with her demands, Mr, Forbes went in to attack mode.

"Who do you think you are forcing your way in here and making demands?"  I won't take that sort of behaviour from anyone; if you wish to see me for whatever reason then, you make an appointment with my secretary, like any normal people; you don't just come barging thought the school like a deranged mob of screeching banshee on heat, I won't tolerate it. Do you understand?  Now all of you get out of my office and off school premises before I call the police and have you all arrested."

The parents were taken completely by surprise at his dismissal of them and rather gingerly they began moving out of the office and along the corridor including Mary Wilberforce, who realized she wasn't dealing with her hen-pecked husband this time. She had met her match, this man had a voice and he wasn't frightened to use it.

As with any situation however; you always get one; one who will stand their ground, and this situation was no exception.  Mrs, Whitehouse was a little woman whose husband was built like a barn door, and she did not move away as she screamed at the top of her voice at Mr, Forbes.  “We have something to say to you about the way you are running this school and you will bloody well listen to us.”

She may have been small, but her lack of size was more than supplemented by her gob.  In an effort, too enforce her statement she moved to one side and her muscle-bound husband took her place and stood in front of Mr, Forbes with his fists clench in an aggressive manner.

"No! I bloody won't listen to you."  Mr, Forbes screamed back at her. "This is my bloody school and I will jolly well run it how I see fit. I don't need any assistance from you or you're over-inflated bodyguard; get out of my sight and my school and do it now; not in a bloody minute; but now, right now, get lost!"

Mrs, Whitehorse husband must have thought he would defend his wife by giving this little loudmouth a slap. He pushed Mr, Forbes backwards before he sucker punched him in the face. Now some might say that was one of the best bits about this short story seeing Mr, Forbes receiving a dose of his own medicine, and then again, some might argue that Mr, Forbes should hit this ruffian back.

Well, what do you think happened on that sunny Monday morning all those years ago?  I can tell you it didn't stop there. It was little known Mr, Forbes had been a Royal Marine and also serving out the last 10 years of his voluntary service in the SAS, so he was no stranger to such circumstances and could handle himself whenever he needed to.

Mrs, Whitehouse husband didn't rally have a chance.  He was a well-built, strong and fit young man, but he was outside his league and no match against the more experienced Mr, Forbes, who with a quick flick of his wrist had a nerve hold on the guy’s neck that rendered him unconscious and sent him crashing to the floor.

Mrs, Whitehouse couldn't believe it, so many times she had put her husband in similar situations only to see him bash the other guy around and she would get her way, but not this time.

"My God!"  She screamed, "You have killed him, "You bastard." She flew into a rage and violently attacked Mr, Forbes clawing at his face with her long sharp nails, digging them into his eyes and succeeding in bursting his right eye and gouging it out.

Mr, Forbes defended himself the only way he knew by smashing her so hard in the face; he broke her nose and jaw.  She fell back hitting her head hard against the corner of his desk fracturing her skull.  In the hospital, she never regained conciseness and with her husband at her bedside; she died later that night.

Mr, Forbes was arrested and sentenced to 16 years in prison. He never left the prison, about seven months before the end of his sentence he died of a massive heart attack.

I suppose the moral of this story is.
"Don't Fuck With The Teacher!"

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