May 15th, 2012

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November 12th, 2018

Rachel’s dilemma

A drunken mistake means a girl has a difficult decision to make. By a new writer to us.

By Henry Tanner

There are two things I get from my mother, thankfully. One is genetic; blonde hair, blue eyes, pale complexion and long, long legs. The other is her wicked sense of humour. The thing I haven’t inherited is her common sense, and that’s what got me into this pickle.

When I told Mum I was getting engaged to Paul and moving in with him she laughed and told me it was as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man. See what I mean about her humour? And Paul is rich, he does some weird job I don’t understand called commercial reinsurance. He’s forever jetting off to foreign cities, especially Geneva. Whatever it is, it pays well. He has a beautiful home near Ascot racecourse and a luxurious lifestyle.
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November 8th, 2018

Not So Innocent Abroad

A British girl staying in America learns some new customs. By a new writer to us.

By Robert Gunn

“I can’t believe that I moved two thousand miles to get away from my parents, just to deal with the same crap here. These people treat me like a child!” Megan lay on her bed, ranting on her cell phone with her best friend, Beatrice, in London. She’d just moved to New York for a study abroad program at Columbia, which she loved, but her host family was driving her crazy.

“Yes, you’re right there. At least I’m not still getting my bum smacked. They wouldn’t dare! But they gave me a curfew, for Christ’s sake! Well I’m going to a club tonight and I’ll come back when I bloody well please. As a matter of fact, it’s time to get ready to go, so I’d better ring off. And behave yourself, Bea. You may be at University, but you’re not so far from home that your dad can’t pay a visit with his cane. Cheers!”
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November 7th, 2018

Dianna

A girl joins a new school and finds it an extreme learning experience

By Angela Fox

Prologue

It is funny how sometimes, in the early morning, you wake up remembering a very wonderful dream and wish it could go on.  A dream so vivid and colourful that every detail is clear, though as you blink your eyes and become aware of your surroundings and come to understand that you have only been dreaming, those very details start to fade.  And as it fades there is a tinge of sadness that the wonderful things you were experiencing are disappearing and you feel an emptiness in their passing.
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October 22nd, 2018

A Little Piece of Research

Two girls have to be punished, and a discussion ensues

By Jane Fairweather

Miss Stephens demurely poured out tea from her best china teapot for this interesting young man from Cambridge, who had come seeking information for his PhD about a former member of her staff in the days when she had been a headmistress and a person of importance.

Pete Williams picked up his cup of tea in its best china cup and said to Miss Stephens in her pleasant little flat in Torquay: “I think I told you in my letter that I want anything you can fill in about Alice Blakely, especially her time in the War. She was a teacher in your school wasn’t she?”
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October 18th, 2018

Fourth of the Month

A planned meeting, although the consequences are unusual

By Katherine Jones

It was the 4th August 2016, a hot day.

A 48-year-old man in a dark grey suit pulled up in his Mercedes outside a solicitor’s office. He gathered up a pile of papers and made his way into the reception area. Five minutes later he returned to his car with a rueful smile. He made a short mobile phone call and then set off for a coffee shop on the other side of the business park.

Twenty-five miles away in a large open plan office a woman, aged 36, took a phone call at her desk. She removed her glasses and listened intently to the caller. She then picked up a pen along with her mobile phone and got up from her desk. Smiling, she unconsciously smoothed down her black pencil skirt and then pushed the pen into her hair which was tied up attractively on top of her head.
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October 16th, 2018

The Question of Realism – Part 4

PW completes a review of his work

Many thanks again to those that responded to the debate about realism. This is the fourth and final part of my analysis and perhaps deals with the most emotive area of all, school punishments.

In Part 1, we looked at Judicial and Military punishments, and I believe there is overwhelming evidence that such events did take place. There is also evidence that females were punished by men, including the famous event in Eden.

In Part 2, we considered those that enjoy being punished, and it is abundantly clear this is a massive area. You only have to read Leia Ann Woods’ blog for confirmation. We also considered domestic punishments.
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September 18th, 2018

A Question of Motives

A girl has cause to look back at her schooldays 

By Julie Baker 

I was born in March 1956, in Northampton General Hospital. My parents named me Sarah and during my early years I developed into a very confident and sociable young girl. I was well aware that I was blessed with good looks which included long straw coloured hair, an attractive face and a long willowy body. My parents were both pharmacists and I was academically gifted with a slant towards the sciences.

I was happy at my day school in Northampton but when I was thirteen they decided to send me away to an all girls boarding school, St Joan’s, in Leicestershire. I was desperate to go as I loved most sports and saw this as an opportunity to make new friends. I was not disappointed. I loved my new school life and relished the feeling of independence that came from living away from home.
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September 2nd, 2018

Clarice Edmonds Plays Truant

Extenuating circumstances mean a special punishment.

By Jane Fairweather

“Oh, not again!” Miss Carson snapped. “Why does Clarice Edmonds need all these advanced music lessons? It is not as if there are that many job openings for female cellists in the year of our lord, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-Five.”

“Headmistress,” Jo Bell replied. “It is obvious to me every time I hear her play that Clarice has very real talent, and her father seems very willing to put her through the Royal College of Music when we have finished with her here. I think we should be doing everything we can to support her.”

“On the contrary, it is a total waste of money!” Miss Carson snarled. “Clarice Edmonds is a pretty young flibbertigibbet, who will rapidly end up flat on her back with some penniless husband, producing rather too many babies. I have seen it all before. And is Thursday evening through to Sunday evening really necessary? It seems a very long time for a few music lessons. I thought these lamentable visits to her teacher usually went from Friday evening till Saturday evening and she stayed with her Aunt in town on Friday so as to be fresh for the lesson on Saturday.”
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August 28th, 2018

Workshop Discipline

In times past, workers were treated strictly. By a new writer to us

By Louise Vancisic

“Dorothy Owens!” Albert Kimble snapped. “You’re daydreaming again! What did I tell you would happen the next time I catch you not doing your work?”

The young man’s tone, and the dead silence which followed, brought the unlucky twenty-six year old back from her reverie. But her normally rosy countenance was now pale and expressionless; her eyes stared fixedly at her desktop, her slender shoulders hunched with dread beneath her starched white blouse.

“Uh, sir, I’m sorry. I, uh, please, I’ll make up for it.” She replied, her tone flat and fearful. For the girl could not help noticing the supple switch in the man’s right hand.
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August 28th, 2018

Miss Peters’ Transformed

Witnessing the Head Girl’s Punishment provides the incentive for a life change

by Harry James 

Jane Peters had been more or less obliged by the Headmistress to witness Head Girl Eleanor Moore’s severe six stroke caning. After all, the caning was the result of Eleanor having sworn at Miss Peters in a tutorial.

Jane had always been impressed by Eleanor Moore, a highly able and talented girl, whose abilities were almost certain to take her much further in life than Jane’s own modest achievements. In fact, Jane almost always admired the most able senior girls and wished that she herself could manage to be more like them in the way they seemed to take hold of life and extract the maximum from it. Jane’s own low profile and, very frankly, she admitted to herself, dull demeanour and approach to life compared very poorly to the characters of the energetic girls she taught.
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