May 15th, 2012


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September 21st, 2017

A School Secretary Muses

Having to witness punishments gets a secretary thinking. A story from some years ago

By Kenny Walters

Whoever it was outside in the corridor would not have realised from the undisturbed sound of practiced hands on the computer keyboard, but they scarcely needed to knock politely on the door other than for simple courtesy. Mary Matthews knew they were there.

“Come in.” The school secretary called when finally her office door received the gentle tap she knew was coming. “Can I help you?”

“Julia Watkins.” The slim, dark haired girl closed the door carefully behind her and came to within a couple of feet of Miss Matthews’ desk before revealing her name. “I have to see the headmistress.”

September 20th, 2017

Second Interview

Surprising facts emerge in a job interview

By Jane Fairweather

“Can I talk to you again, Miss Masefield?” Mr Cox, the ginger haired, rather young headmaster of this private school was saying almost awkwardly.

“Does that mean we won’t be required anymore, Headmaster?” Miss Grey, the decidedly plump, almost white-haired woman who was also applying to be the secretary to the headmaster at this small private school was asking with something approaching indignation.

Miss Johnson, the third candidate for the post, who was about forty and wearing an obviously very tight girdle under her staid blue skirt suit stayed silent, looking extremely confident.

“I am not sure as yet if you will be required again, or not, Miss Grey. You and Miss Johnson can certainly both wait, if of course you want to. It is not impossible it might be to your advantage to do so,” Mr Cox replied very formally. “But there are a few more questions I want to ask Miss Masefield before I make up my mind about which of you is to get this job. You are all good candidates and at present I need more information, especially from Miss Masefield.”

September 18th, 2017

Not so above it all

A Head Girl learns she’s not immune from school discipline

by Holy Diver

It was the middle of December 1979. Christmas was fast approaching and Head Girl Jackie Melling was celebrating her birthday. Her parents had sent her the new Clash LP ‘London Calling’ as a present. Although a tough but brainy girl, Jackie was also a spoilt brat. Part of Jackie’s personality was shaped by the fact that her parents did not discipline her much. In fact, Jackie had not been spanked at home for at least five years. ‘Probably when Slade were still in the charts,’ thought Jackie to herself.

Jackie was a tall, beefy girl with red hair and known to both her peers and enemies as a fiery redhead. Throughout the academic year, Jackie had dealt harsh spankings to anyone who displeased her, most notably Hannah Anderson and Sophie Prior. Even the prefect Laura Chapman was not immune. Just recently, Jackie had disciplined fellow student Karen Hutchison for smoking. Jackie delivered a severe slippering to Karen’s panty-clad bottom before handing her over to the fearsome Headmistress Mrs Burke for a bare bottom caning. On this occasion, Jackie retained Karen’s cigarettes. Jackie had never smoked before, but was curious to see what the experience was like. It was Saturday, and the common room was empty. Jackie wanted to celebrate in style.

September 16th, 2017

Stinging Punishments

A short story depicting a girl’s judicial punishment. By a new writer to us.

By Christopher Elieson

“Ow!” cried the teenage girl as a sharp, stinging pain erupted on her bum. “That hurts!”

Sarah Saleh looked over her right shoulder and, out of the corner of her eye, caught a glimpse of what had just stung her. A heavyset female guard stood directly behind her, brandishing what resembled a thin, long yellow stick with a curve at the end. Could that have been the ‘cane’ she heard so much about? Sarah shuddered at the sight of it. Being hit with that thing was like being stung by half a dozen bees, all attacking at once.

September 13th, 2017

Learning a New Piece

A female head of the family deals with her sister-in-law. By a new writer to us.

By J Grey

The piano moaned discordant and offended at having its keyboard buffed with a manic attention to detail that let the rest of the household know it was Anne herself doing the cleaning. Then it fell silent, and music began. C triad, A minor, tentative, exploratory and gentle, it filled the piano room, drifted down the halls through the open doors, and wafted through the great French windows to the garden. Anne tilted her head, quizzical and alert. C, F, G, A minor, F, G, E7! (like a chess move) and half home to A minor, C’s beautiful soul-mate and  friend.

September 13th, 2017

A Drunken Night

A young member of the Women’s Airforce rues a night out.


Mavis Smith was three years into her career with the Women’s Royal Air Force and had spent the last nine months stationed in Malta. She had started as a Cadet and had recently been promoted to the rank of Junior Airwoman. Mavis had a good disciplinary record, until now that was.

Monday morning

It was the previous evening that she had received a message to say her Commanding Officer wanted to see her at 08.00 sharp on Monday morning, and Mavis Smith had a terrible feeling she knew why she had been summoned. As she lay in her bunk with over two hours to go to her meeting, she tried to recall the events of the fateful Saturday night.

September 5th, 2017

Helen Brown returns

An ex-pupil has a favour to ask of her old headmaster


(This story, following earlier works by PG, is published with the full approval of PG)

The weather warmed up after Easter and James Simmons sat back in his chair towards the end of what had been a really busy week. ‘Only Friday to go,’ he thought to himself. The exams were now fast approaching and he was hoping for a good crop of results this summer. He knew how important these were and how they would reflect on the school, the staff and the pupils, head girl Stephanie French and her friend, Alison Carmichael, both holding provisional offers from Oxford; and on himself, of course.

August 29th, 2017

A New Broom

A period piece about domestic staff at a large mansion

By Hilary Wilmington

The two hazel bushes which grew in a corner of the walled garden on the Ligurin estate had flourished undisturbed for some time now. Too long, according to the head gardener, who grumbled that the nuts they yielded were hardly worth harvesting and they were not being put to that other use they were kept for. Only the other day, one of the kitchen maids had trampled straight across the onion beds on her way to give him a message that more carrots were wanted. When he’d got angry about it, she’d given him a lot of cheek and trampled back the same way. Though he’d complained bitterly, nothing was done about it.

August 23rd, 2017

Anti Climax

A girl risks a lot to meet her boyfriend, all in vain.

By Jane Fairweather

“I am going now, as soon as I’ve got some clothes on.” Came Jackie Williams-Jones very quiet Welsh voice through the semi darkness of the four bed dormitory without a prefect that was the relative freedom offered by Holt Hall school to its lower sixth formers. “And I am arranging my bed so it looks as if l am in it. I only hope that Charles has managed to get out.”

“For goodness sake don’t wait about if he is not there. There is no point. You could really be for it if you get caught and we could easily be dragged into it for aiding and abetting you. Anyway the whole thing is very silly,” Louise snapped. “You could get expelled and so could Charles; and even if you don’t you could get the cane. In fact we all could. You really ought not to go.”

August 22nd, 2017

Stay – A new ebook from Bella Bryce

the sixth book in the Waldorf Manor series

Identity can make or break a person, and no one knows that better than Damian Fowler or Alice James. Two people from contrasting backgrounds in the same circle, still fighting the demons that lurk in the space between them and the people they love.

Being a Fowler has never felt like a privilege, but a burden. The spotlight shines on Damian when an unexpected offer puts him in a familiar position – with his brogues heading for the door.

And what of Waldorf? Even before Alice can savour the new and idyllic situation whereby her father has married, that joy is robbed. Fear supersedes confidence. Uncertainty replaces content. Co-parenting and the reality of life in a domestic discipline dynamic requires major adjustments to expectation, for all three of them.