The queue for lunch was long and winding — more than one girl, despite the relatively late hour, had turned up in pyjamas. I supposed, for them, Mondays were Free days — lucky them.

It felt a little strange to be surrounded by students, knowing I wasn’t one, knowing I had a certain power over the rest of them, and I was soon stuffing my lanyard into a jacket pocket, hoping to blend in. At every step forward, I sensed eyes on me, wondered I saw glances and heard whispers, yet I never entirely saw any of it. Fires spread and waters rose and everybody, eventually, would know me; how much longer could I stand in a queue like this and act like I wasn’t a strange anomaly among the rest?

Standing there, trying not to be too obvious about flexing my aching hand, wondering if I’d need to get myself a glove, I saw a distant wave from over the sea of students at their tables. Squinting, I saw it was Kam, at a staff table on the canteen’s opposite side and I waved back weakly. Between us, walking between tables, I then saw Emma — she held a plastic tray of food and walked quickly, hurrying to a table with several other Chinese students, and sat tentatively, suddenly slow and careful, and I wondered I saw her wince. This went unnoticed by all except me and I dared a smile.

Once I had collected my food — chilli con carne, if you’re interested — I made a beeline for Kam and the others. All the while, I was sure I felt eyes on me, or heard whispers of “yeah, that’s her,” or “that girl there, she’s the one,” but maybe I was imagining all of it. This was just like being back in college again — but instead of rumours that I’d snogged Clayton Phelps outside the music hall, it was that if you messed up, you’d end up over my lap. Well, I didn’t mind that too much — it was my job, after all — but I did mind being stared at. My face felt Hot.

I sat quickly, Kam budging along the bench to make room, the little troop of staff wedged into a corner of the canteen, Beth and Mandy and some guy with dark skin and a shaved head whom I didn’t recognise sat with us. Trees branches scraped against the window next to us.

“Was wondering when you’d show up,” said Kam, ” you know you can bypass the queue, right? You’re staff.”

“I didn’t know that,” I replied quietly. ” I’d probably feel a bit too awkward.”

“I bet,” replied Kam. “Archie, this is Kelly — the one I’ve been telling you about.”

“How do you do,” said Archie, the boy with the shaved head, reaching over and shaking my limp hand. ” So you’re the disciplinarian, ey?”

“Well…” I sighed. “Don’t say it too loudly, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Disenchanted already?”

“You’re only halfway through your first day,” sniggered Kam. “Lots more butts to get through yet.” I felt my face get redder at the statement, as the group laughed along with them.

“Who’ve you got next?” asked Beth.

“Some called Lily… something.”

“Razowski?” asked Kam.

“That does sound familiar.”

“Yeah, she’s known to us,” said Mandy, nodding. ” Dunno why they think sense is ever gonna get beaten into her. She’s on like her thirtieth red notice and she still acts the same. You’d think that’s proof it doesn’t work but, no, gotta keep going. The Alexandrina Group demands it.”

“Your benevolent overlords,” said Kam, shifting in their seat, inching closer to me.

“It must still be pretty strange to you,” said Archie.

“Very,” I replied honestly.

“You’ll get used to it — I mean, look at Kam.” He gestured at them, and they feigned an innocent look. “Showed up all wide-eyed and innocent. Now they’re a fiend.”

“I wouldn’t say fiend,” Kam laughed, turning to me. “Would you say fiend?”

“Well…” Memories splashed over my mind of them over my lap, of them flashing me, of what might yet happen in the future. “…define fiend.” Kam laughed.

“So how did the first two go?” they asked, resting their elbows on the table, as I finally tried the chilli. It was awful and my stomach churned with nerves — but I kept eating. Anything to keep myself occupied. ” I don’t know them but I saw they were on the database.”

“It went fine,” I replied blandly.

“What did you do?” asked Beth.

“Oh, you know…”

“She probably doesn’t wanna talk about it too much,” said Archie, ” I can’t imagine it’s an easy topic.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said, not wanting to appear a complete wet blanket. Authority had to be shown to the students — maybe it had to be shown, in some as-of-yet unclear dose, to the colleagues, too. ” I just, you know, had them go over my lap and they were both pretty cooperative. No fighting so far — does Lily fight?”

“I don’t know but I don’t think so,” said Kam. “If that answers your question.”

“Well, hopefully not,” I said.

“Did you do it bare?” they then asked, their eyes brimming with expectations.

“No,” I said, quickly, and a certain imperceptible light faded from Kam’s eyes. ” I mean… Nadine told me I could do it however I wanted to do it, so, no, I didn’t. I guess I went easy-ish on them.”

“What’s easy-ish?” asked Mandy. I realised, now, that all four were leaning in, hanging on my words, and I couldn’t remember another time this had ever happened to me. Not at university, not at school, not at college — never had this many people paid me so much attention. It felt good.

“Well…” A smile rippled across my face. “The first girl, Hannah, I let her keep her underwear on. She asked me if she could so I guess I showed her a bit of mercy.”

“Nice,” said Kam, grinning.

“And then Emma, well, she was so precious.”

“Precious?” laughed Mandy. ” I gave her that red notice! Keeps making up reasons for extensions — sick to the back teeth of it. Felt so good sending that email telling her.”

“Well, I went easy on her, too,” I said, ” she thought I was gonna, you know, take off her underwear and all that, but I didn’t. I just did it over her dress.”

“Ah,” said Mandy, leaning back. I’d read that, in court, when a jury does that it means they’ve finished figuring you out. “That’s disappointing.”

“Is it?” I asked.

“Yeah, I was hoping she’d be naked with her face pressed against a window, to be honest,” she replied, and they all laughed, Archie least of all, and I hoped I wasn’t losing them. I had been rather enjoying the attention.

“She was just sweet and I can’t, you know, go completely mad.”

“Why not?” asked Kam, shrugging. “You’ve got the power to — I can show you the contracts the students sign if you want.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I have it in me to do… that.”

“Well,” said Mandy, “it’s all up to you, yeah, but I wouldn’t go telling Ellsworth about that.”

“How come?” Nobody answered — I looked from one face to the next and they all avoided my eyeline until Kam spoke up.

“Well,” they said, “Ellsworth’s got a pretty intense attitude towards this.”

“She said I could do what I wanted,” I said nervously.

“Yeah, but just cause she says something doesn’t mean she means it, you know? She’s what you and I might call a liar.” Kam grinned. “She believes in the policy more than anyone. More than anyone at Alexandrina, even — I heard they were trying to tone it down, bring in guidelines saying students had to stay fully clothed, and she fought them off.”

“There was this girl,” added Mandy, ” don’t remember her name, but she had this raging argument with Ellsworth about coursework one time — then she swore at her. Ellsworth wrecked her.”

“What does ‘wrecked’ mean in this context?” I asked, anxiously.

“It depends who you ask,” said Kam. Even their face looked grave. ” I heard she stripped her and spanked her in front of a whole lecture hall to set an example.”

Said Beth: “I heard she made the whole lecture hall do the spanking.”

Said Mandy: ” I heard she went so hard the girl’s arsecheeks were bleeding.”

Said Archie: “I heard none of this happened and people made it all up.”

“Well,” I said to Archie, “hopefully you’re the correct one.”

“I often am,” he sniggered.

“Well,” I said, “I’m just gonna keep doing it my way and maybe my way’s gonna change, maybe it’s not, but it’s how I’ll do it.”

“Well,” said Beth, mocking my repeated use of the word, “good luck to ya. I know none of us are gonna say a word about it — and a student would have to be mental to go ratting to her that you didn’t punish them enough.” Everyone laughed and Kam made a ‘sealed lips’ gesture to me. I smiled, with a new wondered drifting about in my mind — were I to go further, to practice a bit more intensity, I’d have some rather more satisfying stories to tell, and that pleasant feeling of people hanging on my every word could come back. I could even take requests, I wondered in a moment of inspiration, on what they wanted done to those they sent my way. Opportunities were most certainly available — if I could break through my own internal blockages.

I glanced back to Archie.

“Is it not weird to you?” I asked suddenly. “As a guy? Talking about, you know, this kind of stuff? About girls?”

“Not really,” he replied. “I’ve been here three years, now, and I’ve never had to do any of that stuff. Or see it — male staff members never have and, now you’re here, never will. Thank God.”

“Why thank God?”

“Well, first of all, I’m married, and second of all I don’t wanna think about them in that way. They’re students — we’re Student Support. We look after them, you know?”

“Yeah,” interjected Kam, “and this is part of how we do. Discipline.” Archie shrugged.

“Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t. It’s not for me to say.”

“It works,” Kam insisted. “Repeat offenders are super low.”

“That’s true,” said Mandy, as Kam leaned close to me.

“But,” they whispered in my ear, “if you get any girls you fancy a second go with, I can always find a reason.” They winked at me — I just stared at them, as the conversation drifted towards an upcoming music festival just outside the village.