Archive for ‘School & College Stories’

March 3, 2015

In Loco Parentis

or

Senioritis

by Megan L

D’ya know Kate? Goes t’ our school,

an’ thrice she’s broke th’ “Tardy Rule.”

Thus, old Coach Trautman ordered Kate

t’ come see him ’bout bein’ late.

Coach scolded:  “Missin’ Last Bell means

three Good Hard Licks ‘cross seat o’ jeans!”

(See, Chum, three late arrivals here

spell mandatory swats on rear.)

Kate’s been eighteen a month t’day

so, Quite Grown Up, she tried t’ say:

“Get spanked? Gee, I ain’t some dang kid!

Detention’s fair for what I did.”

Nope! Mister Trautman shot back: “Why?

Eighteen or eight – same rules apply!”

An office gal was buzzed right in

t’ witness Kate atone for sin:

a twentysomethin’ redhead, Jane,

who’d twice felt this-here paddlin’ pain!

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February 18, 2015

Parent’s Sunday Out

A Trip to the Sea has consequences

By Wendy A

Let me start with an introduction. I was born in the 1950s, the youngest of three children. My brother Peter was several years older than me and David was just one year older. We lived in a large house in the country about 1 hour by train from London. Our Father was a partner in a firm of accountants in the City and spent quite a lot of time travelling to conferences and visiting foreign clients. Our Mother was involved in many charitable works and also spent part of her time in London for meetings and even the odd conference abroad.

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February 17, 2015

The Princess and the Agent

 What better place to hide a foreign princess in fear of her life than a small private school?

By Jane Fairweather

“What do you make of her?” Jean Macintosh, Raven House of Eagle School’s head of house asked Charlie Starkie, her deputy.

“Who?” Charlie enquired. “Miss Swallow or the new girl?”

“Well I really meant Miss Swallow. It seems a little bit odd without old Tinpot.”

“A bit of a wimp if you ask me. It says a lot that nobody’s thought of a name for Miss Swallow yet. Though I suppose it is never easy to follow a housemistress who has been here since the year dot.”

February 16, 2015

Valentine’s Day

Four girls who think they’re above the school rules are finally brought to book.

By Henry Jones

It was the fourteenth of February and there was the usual Monday morning chatter as twenty eighteen year old girls changed for their PE session. The sporty ones chatted about their activities over the weekend, the studious ones fretted about lost study time, while others giggled together about what they had got up to with boyfriends and boasted about how many cards they’d received. There were four girls, however, who didn’t join in with any of this; they just changed into shorts and vests in morose silence.

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February 5, 2015

A Spanking in Time

A girl thinks nothing of it when a teacher asks to speak to her after school

By Carla A Williams

The empty corridors felt strangely eerie as I climbed the stairs and headed towards Miss Clark’s room on the south side of the building. It was already ten past four and the school was all but empty. My shoes clip-clopped on the hard tiled floor as I idly peered into each vacant classroom I passed through the two windows separating corridor and classroom and then the glass in each door.

Finally I hesitated at the window through which I could see Miss Clark sitting at her desk, engrossed in marking a pile of exercise books. I moved to the door and tapped gently.

January 31, 2015

The Changing Room Raid

A hockey victory celebration goes too far.

By Wendy A

I was recently persuaded to attend an old school reunion by one of my former fellow pupils, Susan. It was some 20 years since I had left Fordham School. I had some fond and not so fond memories of my time there which lasted 2 years as a 6th form A level student. The School was essentially a boys boarding school but had opened up the 6th form to girls a couple of years before I took up residence.

The girls were housed separately from the boys and we kept much to ourselves initially. Most of that years’ intake had previously been at all girls’ schools and it took us a while to adjust. Our fellow male 6th formers had become used to the presence of girls and we were made to feel welcome even if we were the subject of whispers amongst the boys who we soon realised enjoyed visually undressing us.

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January 27, 2015

Prefects of St Joan’s III : Cat-Fight

A prequel to ‘The Tuck-Shop Theft’ and ‘Head Girl?’. Two senior girls have a falling-out.

 By Joanna Jones

The prefects’ room was quite quiet as the bell went after the first morning period at St Joan’s, with only Emily Graeme remaining, on a double free-period, using one of the three or four desks in the small room to catch up with some work for her A-level French.

A couple of minutes later the door suddenly crashed open as Susan Fletcher stormed in, causing Emily to look up confused as Susan carried on to angrily approach her.

“What do you think you are doing, you bitch?” She demanded at a shocked Emily, who clearly had no idea what she was talking about.

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January 26, 2015

Skipping School

A day at the beach sounded like a good idea.

By Kenny Walters

“What’s happening? Can you see?”

“I’m not sure. It looks like the boys are being led off towards the gymnasium. The girls are being kept in the dining hall.”

“Oh God! What do we do?”

“Let’s get closer, see what’s happening.”

Chelsea flicked her blond shoulder length hair back off her face and led the way. She stopped and looked through the first window between the outer passageway and the dining hall.

“Looks like the girls are being formed into three groups. Right up the far end, we’ve got Mrs Scott, Mr Andrews and Miss McIntire shoving tables around.”

January 22, 2015

Telephone Calls

An American school student is due to be paddled, and this story reveals the action and the emotions from both viewpoints. By a new writer to us.

By Zach Allen

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. She sat, nervously, watching, waiting. She couldn’t decide which was worse; it being answered, or it not being answered. Why had she been so dumb? And, really, why do they have to call her home? She’s 17, for Christ’s sake. They don’t have to go calling her mommy and daddy. She shuffled on her seat, seeing him give up, hang up the phone.

“It seems we can’t reach either of your parents right now, Elizabeth. I will keep trying periodically throughout the day, and you can report back to me 15 minutes before the end of the school day. Here’s a note for your 7th period teacher.” A temporary reprieve! Or was it just a prolonging of her agony? She’d made her decision; why did her parents have a say in it? Why did they even have to know? Yes, she’d made a mistake, but she had owed up to it, and was prepared to accept the consequences. That was the mature, adult thing to do, right? Yes, yes, she wouldn’t feel much like an adult when those consequences were meted out, but that was beside the point. So why did they have to get permission from her parents?

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January 19, 2015

Of Courts and Canes V – Summer Term Swishings

The next in the series. More from the Prefects’ Court and Amelia gets into trouble too.

By Joanna Jones

Half term was a quiet affair. Studying was the order of the day for me and, of course, Derek. However, with the pressure less on me than him, in the middle of the week I took the day off (sort of) to travel to his home town. I had a beautiful lunch with him, and this time his parents and little sister too, at which the invite for me to join them on the family holiday to Cornwall was made. While I needed to talk to my parents, that prospect was one I was very excited about.

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