May 15th, 2012

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December 7th, 2016

A Question of Proof

A period story set in a girls’ boarding school.

By Jane Fairweather

“Please Miss Robson, I have forgotten my swimming things. Can I just watch the others?”

“Eleanor Carter,” said Miss Robson from the melancholy heights of her thirtieth birthday. “This is the third time in three weeks. I have been patient with you up to now because you are a Sixth Former, and I do not like to discipline Sixth Formers. I was prepared to believe it was the forgetfulness of your butterfly mind the first week. The second time I raised my eyebrows, but decided I would put it down, yet again, to the mechanics of your butterfly mind and give you the benefit 0f the doubt.”
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November 20th, 2016

The Italian Waitress

A restaurant boss takes care of his niece

By Paul S

Claudio was a restaurant boss, aged 40, on the south coast, employing most of his extended family, originally from Sorrento in Italy, the food capital of southern Italy. He employed 2 chefs, who were cousins in their thirties, plus Enzo, his brother, with whom he ran the restaurant. Marco, who was another cousin, was a waiter and Maria, his niece aged 22, was a waitress.

Tony, Maria’s dad, had died 7 years ago and left the business to the two brothers on condition that Claudio, as the older brother, agreed to take care of Maria and offer her a role in the business.
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November 19th, 2016

Amanda Chooses Her Punishment

A girl chooses corporal punishment over detention

By Paul S

The year is 2020 and Britain had now left the European Union, and made its own laws. The cosy and protected existence Amanda had previously known was now gone, replaced by one requiring tougher discipline.

Amanda was now 18, 5 foot 6 inches high with medium length ash blonde hair, and was a shapely 36-26-38. If a little plump around the hips and bottom, she was moderately attractive in appearance.

Amanda was enrolled at a specialist finishing school. After leaving the European Union, Britain had legislated to reinstate corporal punishment to private schools and colleges that chose to implement it. This included her finishing school.
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November 17th, 2016

Jane’s New Career

Redundancies lead three women to seek an alternative career. By a new writer to us.

by David Baldwin

Do you remember when each town or community had a proper bank manager? Hilary, Deidre and Jane all had very good jobs as secretaries for those managers but unfortunately their jobs went as their bosses had less power, their decisions were computerised and they started to type their own work and used automated systems. The women all had to take redundancy packages and, even though they ended up paying off most of their mortgages, they still had to take part time jobs or temp work doing typing or even bar work. Deidre and Jane were both divorced and Hilary was free again after several relationships. They were all in their forties and remained friends. Jane wondered why Hilary and Deidre seemed to be better off than her, especially as Hilary could afford to holiday in Greece. Then Deidre invited Jane for coffee at her flat and she said that there was a rewarding job offer to consider.
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November 14th, 2016

Black Marks

Forgetting homework and then arguing with a teacher is never a good idea.

 By Jane Fairweather

Pamela Ash was feeling edgy. On Monday, in a flash of unwise temper, she had answered back to Jacko, which you did not do, even if, as frequently happened, the Geography teacher had got it wrong. Very unfairly in her view, she had been given two black marks for insolence, which was one more than she had ever had. Well, except for that term in the Fourth Form when she had been naughty on principle till she got bored with it.

It was Thursday, and she could still end up with three or even four black marks by Friday. If you got to three, you had half an hour’s detention after school which was not too bad in itself, but it went on till half past four and that meant she would miss the last school bus and that meant she would have to catch two buses instead of one. By the time her Mother had insisted that she must eat her meal, she would probably miss the interesting thriller at the cinema, since that meant catching yet another bus. The timing would be very tight.
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November 11th, 2016

Jessica Roberts’ Last Day at School

Last days are traditionally lax, but you can go too far

By Gillian Howard

My name is Jessica Roberts and I was at a mixed grammar school between 1965 and 1972 when I left school. I was 5’3” tall with black hair, green eyes and a slim size 8.

I was best of friends with Julie Hardman, Lisa Malony and Emma Smith, but there were 8 or 9 of us who always hung out together. Corporal punishment was a regular occurrence in the classroom with boys often getting the cane across the bottom and girls the cane across the hands, but a visit to the headmaster always resulted with the cane across the bottom covered only by one layer of clothing. Mary, one of our enlarged group of friends, had been caned by the headmaster twice, and the marks left certainly looked very painful. Emma had received 1 stroke of the cane across each hand in class for persistent talking in class last year.
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November 5th, 2016

Saddle Sore

A pleasant ride in the country goes wrong

By Paul S 

There were 6 cyclists who regularly cycled as part of the Roman Cycle Club, which was a large cycle club with over 100 members of all ages. They were; Martin and his partner, Joanne; Naz and his girlfriend, Pritti; plus John and his girlfriend, Louise.

Martin was the senior rider in this group at age 30, with Joanne at 28 being fairly well built at 36-30-42 with medium blonde hair and blue eyes. Pritti was a slim and younger girl, at 24 and 34-26-36, with long dark hair and dark eyes. Louise was 25 and medium build with medium length blonde hair and hazel eyes and was 36-28-38.
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October 31st, 2016

Caned for Cheating

I’m not making excuses, but you must understand that a thirteen-year-old grammar schoolboy in the early sixties was no different from any other fun-loving lad. A ‘revision’ homework was a cop-out for a master who hadn’t bothered to set something more substantial, and we treated it as a good skive(1). It was almost a tradition that there wouldn’t be a test to make sure we’d done the revision.

So it was when I was in the third form; 3A, the top stream, so I was expected to do well. Mr Seddon set a ‘learning’ homework. I didn’t spend much time on it; but he sprang a test on us the next day.
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October 28th, 2016

Making the Punishment Fit the Crime

Caught in the ‘act’, a girl pays the price.

by Sally Cavendish

It was half-past eleven and most of the residents of the small Sussex market town were already asleep. Only in the darkened gymnasium of St Anne’s Girls’ School, a small fee-paying establishment on the fringes of the town, was there any sign of physical activity. But it was certainly activity worthy of note.

On a gym-mat on the floor of the gymnasium, a young couple were making love. They were completely naked. Both their faces were in shadow, but a shaft of moonlight fell teasingly on the pale white buttocks of the woman as they bobbed rhythmically up and down in the act of love. She was riding her man with quiet purpose, not galloping headlong towards a climax, but taking her time. A Peeping Tom would have been spellbound by the whole spectacle, his eyes not moving from those smooth, voluptuous, slowly writhing buttocks.
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October 26th, 2016

Agnes Dewhurst’s Ambition

After a girl leaves school, work offers her an opportunity

By Gillian Howard

My name is Agnes Dewhurst and I lived just outside Liverpool in the 1960s. I attended a local mixed secondary modern school and corporal punishment was used on a regular basis in the classrooms. All teachers would use the cane across the bottom or sometimes in the first year you would get smacked instead.

I myself faced this in my very first term when I was caught cheating and Mr Roberts called me out. He was sat in his chair and he pulled me across his chest and lifted my skirt. Then he really smacked the top of my right thigh till I was screaming in pain and embarrassment. All the class could see my knickers and he warned me next time it would be the cane.
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