May 15th, 2012
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July 3rd, 2015
A professional disciplinarian gets an unusual call
By Kenny Walters
Samantha Livingstone looked out from her kitchen window down the mews garage lined street below. Rain was lashing down and washing over the old cobbled road. Her phone rang.
When the caller didn’t answer immediately, Samantha remained silent. New clients did sometimes take a few moments to work up enough courage to speak.
“I’m sorry…” The caller hesitated.
“Can I help you?” Samantha enquired gently, rather surprised by the female voice.
“I, um, saw your advert.”
“My advert? Yes.”
“I was wondering, would you be prepared to see me?”
“Yes, I can see you. You’ve been a naughty girl, presumably?”
July 2nd, 2015
When a girl gets into a fight, her friend comes to her aid, with consequences for them all.
By Jane Fairweather
Jennifer Ivens wound herself up for an ace. She was well aware this was something she rarely achieved, but with her score in the final set against her best friend Becky Hadlee at 40-30 and 5-3, she so wanted to win this match before Miss Compton, the Games Mistress, called an end to the afternoon’s activities. They had already had two ding dong sets and taken one each, and although it was only a games afternoon, something in Jennifer really wanted to win this. She let fly as hard as she could, fully expecting to miss and have to deploy her very solid second serve, but no. For once the ball landed perfectly and shot past Becky.
June 29th, 2015
A visit to the circus leads to a strange experience (told from two viewpoints)
By Lorna Brand
The most absurd situation I have ever found myself in was lying over the lap of Mrs Tickles the clown in the middle of a circus ring while she chastise me with an over-sized comedy slipper!
Although I am twenty now, to mark the start of summer every year the circus comes to our town and it became an odd tradition for my parents to take me which I secretly looked forward to.
This year it was a little different as we were not able to go to the matinee show like we normally do, which gave me a bit more time on my hands for an extra glass of wine with our afternoon tea. This extra little glass gave me just the right amount of sass and cheek to get me noticed by the clowns. Somewhere in the middle of the show I guess I was being quite loud when the clowns started their act.
June 28th, 2015
Love is a decision. It isn’t a fleeting emotion, and it stands firm when everything else is shaken. Brayden James has learned through raising his adopted daughter, Alice, that discipline is only part of what is required to establish stability. When a devastating incident causes Alice to see the reality of her prior circumstances, she is affirmed once again in her life at Waldorf. Brayden’s healing love is exactly what she needs, and his blossoming relationship with Anabelle Grayson mirrors that in its purest form. Brayden and Ana are now exploring the facets of their courtship between the deeply desired accountability system of domestic discipline and some rather amusing scenarios.
June 17th, 2015
A prefect is astonished to find herself in trouble and believes hersef innocent, until the facts emerge.
By Joanna Jones
Audrey Johnson sat quietly, feeling as bored as she normally did, at the back of the hall with her sixth form classmates as the assembly concluded. The Headmaster had just finished his school notices after his ‘message for the week’. As usual he then started on his ‘And finally’ section; his list of defaulters.
“And finally the following boys are to report to my office directly: Neville Marsh, 1C…”
A fairly tall first year boy, still in shorts, reluctantly stood in his place. A boy had to be in the third form before the privilege of long trousers was allowed at their grammar school.
June 17th, 2015
In the next part of the series we learn a little more of Matron’s past.
By Tara Patterson
Tara stood before Matron Taylor in her new uniform. As was usual at Queen Anne’s it was everything you would expect from a traditional nurse’s uniform; a burgundy short-sleeved dress with white piping on the sleeves, a white elastic belt and a starched white hat. Along with the uniform, Tara had been instructed to wear a pair of sheer stockings and white plimsolls. Matron had even included a silver nurse’s fob watch and a brooch with the school logo.
“The plimsolls are so you can move around the corridors after lights out without being heard,” quipped Matron Taylor. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I was able to catch you up to no good so many times? You look quite the part though. We thought burgundy would be the ideal colour, seeing as you are not a qualified nurse. Your first aid qualifications are more than adequate for your duties as my deputy though. How does it feel for you Under-Matron Patterson?”
June 15th, 2015
Good intentions go astray, with an unusual twist at the end
By Wendy A
When I was at boarding school in the 1960s we had a Housemistress, Miss Sophie Hill, who had a reputation for realism. She taught chemistry and her experiments were always on an industrial scale; if there is going to be an explosion then it had to be a big bang. Often her experiments had to be moved outside to avoid damage to the chemistry labs or a conflagration. There were often complaints from her fellow teachers who were not amused by the regular disruptions to their lectures when there was a loud explosion. She was much loved by her pupils who seemed to learn and remember chemical formulas by the spectacular reactions that could be produced.
June 13th, 2015
This is the eighth in a series of stand-alone stories about a strict yet caring headmaster and the girls at his school.
By Miss Em
(If you are new to The Girls of Brandon Academy Series you might want to read the Introduction to the first story in the series about Jessica Walker or the Prologue to Caught Red-Handed, story 7)
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It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon in April. The girls had settled back into the school routine since their return from Easter/Spring Break. I had decided to cut my day short; I let my secretary leave early and I finished up my daily reports before two. I usually work until six o’clock in the evening, so I was looking forward to a nice walk back to my campus apartment, having an afternoon to catch-up on some of my reading, maybe watch a video before a leisurely dinner, and just have an all round pleasant, trouble-free afternoon and evening.
June 5th, 2015
An 18th birthday gift is well received, but then things go horribly wrong.
By Wendy A
I will never forget Christmas 1965. I was in my last year at St Mary’s, a prefect and in the first team for hockey. Rather than flying out to spend Christmas with my parents in India, the whole extended family was gathered at home in Oxfordshire. We had gathered to celebrate my Great Grandmother’s 100th birthday and for me, more importantly, my 18th birthday.
Our house was large by modern standards and could accommodate most of the close family; a few more distant relatives and friends had been placed at the local pub and a rather elegant hotel nearby.
June 4th, 2015
Another story in the series, this one looking back at matron’s youth.
By Tara Patterson
A request from the chairman of the School railway society reminds Matron Taylor of her past.
Matron Taylor thumbed through the pile of internal mail on her desk; email had not yet infiltrated the medical department of Queen Anne’s Boarding School, Ambleside. In the middle of the pile mixed in with all the ‘medical excused’ referrals, illness slips and accident reports was a hand-written card inviting her as an honoured guest to attend the 50th anniversary meeting of the school railway society?
As one of the earliest members of our railway society, and what we believe to be the first female member, we, the organising committee, warmly invite you to propose the vote of thanks for our speaker at the society’s 50th anniversary meeting. We are also delighted to receive your article for the society newsletter of your recollections of the society’s early days and your life as a railwayman’s daughter.