Archive for ‘School & College Stories’

July 29, 2014

Midsummer Madness

An unexpected win at netball and over-exuberant celebrations lead to trouble.

By Jane Fairweather

“We won, we won; hurray, hurray! We won, we won; hurray, hurray!”

The senior girls of Cavell house were walking arm in arm, interspersing their chants with frequent shrieks. An observer might have been forgiven for thinking they had consumed more than a little alcohol, but the truth was they had got very high watching their house’s netball team scrape a win in the final of the house cup against Nightingale by a single goal. Nightingale always won everything. Since the brightest girls and the best games players were automatically put into Nightingale their dominance was scarcely a matter of surprise; but it was a matter of great pleasure to the other houses when Nightingale were defeated.

July 13, 2014

The Girls of Brandon Academy: Caught Red-Handed

Two girls caught trying to cheat have to face the consequences

By Miss Em from the USA


I am Eric Davenport, Headmaster of The Brandon Academy, a boarding school for girls between the ages of 14 to 19. The school is tucked away on fifty acres of beautiful rolling hills in southern New York. Reverend Thomas K Brandon, the former headmaster and now President of our school board, appointed me to this position in 1964, after being both an instructor and a housemaster for eight years. I am responsible for the well-being, education, and discipline of the 200 girls residing here, as well as the everyday running of the school and its facilities.

July 5, 2014

The Janet Webster Story

An insight into the discipline at a north of England school.

By Gillian Howard

Hi I am Janet Webster and I attended a mixed Grammar School in the north of England from 1957 to 1964. At school we had to wear school uniform at all times; the boys wore white shirt and grey trousers and maroon blazer and cap; the girls wore maroon skirt and white shirt with maroon knickers and maroon blazer with a straw boater with maroon band and white knee length socks; both wore a maroon and grey tie. Failure to wear full uniform would result in corporal punishment.

The school had a very good reputation for behaviour and both educational and sporting achievements. The Headmaster was very proud of this reputation and tried to instil the same pride into the pupils.

June 20, 2014

They Think It’s All Over, It Is Now

The next part of the ‘Swishing Sixties’ series

By Dick Templemeads

It was 3rd August 2012 and Jessica Richardson had just witnessed Great Britain’s exit in the quarter final of the Ladies’ Football in the Olympic Games.

Jessica had viewed the Ladies’ football in a state of mixed emotion. Disappointed that the host nation had just fallen short of the medal positions, she also experienced a sense of pleasure and regret in equal measure.

Pleasure, that over the last few years Ladies’ football, cricket and rugby, had started receiving the recognition which they deserved, being taken seriously as competitive and entertaining events. Regret, that she had not been born forty years later, for in her time Jessica had excelled at football, winning 35 England caps.

June 20, 2014

Stacey’s Gym Skirt (A Sequel to Yes Miss)

The judicial officer returns to school

by Katie Hammond

The sound which started so faintly grew louder and louder, invading my other-worldly dream. I then awoke enough to realise it was the alarm clock and desperately stuck out my arm to turn it off. I couldn’t understand why I had left it on; I didn’t have to get up on a Sunday. Then I had that awful feeling in the pit of my stomach, it’s Monday.

Yes, it really was Monday we had met up with friends for a meal on Sunday night and, yes, I probably did have one or two glasses of red wine too many and the evening passed far too quickly. I turned over and looked at my boyfriend; he was still fast asleep, lucky that he didn’t have to be up.

June 7, 2014

The Martyr

A story about a student teacher when teacher training was rather different.

By Jane Fairweather

“I don’t suppose, Mr Brown, you would be interested in learning a little Latin as well as the more normal things we have been doing?” Mr Shufflebottom enquired nervously, not really looking at his pupil teacher, William Brown, for he was well aware the suggestion would probably be regarded as eccentric.

The normally rather over-enthusiastic pupil muttered something about his being unlikely to teach in a school where it was required. Mr Shufflebottom, who had sunk somewhat down the ladder by taking on this elementary school in the Yorkshire Dales out of a mixture of social duty and failure to pass even the fourth class in his finals at Oxford, sighed a little. He had a weakness for Latin, especially Ovid, which was resurrecting itself in this little Yorkshire village, despite the years of dilatoriness at University. And it would have been good to have communicated it to his pupil teacher. Latin literature, thought Mr Shufflebottom, is not merely for snobs; it has more about people as they are than most books in English.

May 26, 2014


A lack of respect for their headmaster leads the girls into deeper trouble. previously published on the old website.

by Kenny Walters

Sara Hailsham glanced all around the neat and tidy sitting room, taking considerable pride in the spotless appearance of her home, a large five bedroom house on the outskirts of town. The clock ticking gently on the mantlepiece told her that Emma should have been home from sixth form college at least half an hour ago.

‘Talking to her friends, no doubt.’ She said to herself. ‘I’ll put the kettle on. She can’t be much longer.’

Even before Sara had turned towards the kitchen, the telephone rang.

May 25, 2014

Take Down Your Knicks in Room 66

By Dick Templemeads

The next part in the ‘Swishing Sixties’ series

Moira O’Shea, principal of The Latimer Independent School for Young Ladies, looked down at the target in a mood which combined anger and frustration with a surprising and somewhat grudging admiration.

The target in question was the shapely bottom of Chloe Richardson, a lean and pretty eighteen year old brunette who, not for the first time in recent months, was bent over in Room 66, the head teacher’s study, hands on knees, skirt raised above her waist and her knickers, today a dainty lilac pair, arranged around her ankles.

Mrs OShea eyes the bottom already etched with seven red welts and delays the eighth and final stroke which she plans to be the hardest that she’s ever delivered. Yet even as she waits to receive, and despite the pain she must surely be experiencing, Chloe shows no signs of emotion, just a very slight wiggle of her bottom and a slight tensing of her well-striped posterior as the head draws back the senior cane to above her shoulder and whips it down onto the waiting cheeks of the pretty girl. Chloe’s bottom bounces as the weapon lands, but she does no more than gasp, remaining in position, as the Head returns the cane to the rail on which it hangs along with its other thinner and less punitive partners, in a cupboard long reserved for storing canes, several slippers and two thick rulers kept for lesser offences.

May 23, 2014

The Sixth Formers’ Lesson

A little cheating leads two girls into far greater trouble. A really old story that appeared on the old website, and even the website before that!

by Kenny Walters

Angelina Davenport unlocked the boot of her car before dropping her two heavy bags onto the carpeted interior. She opened one of the bags and searched through the mass of exercise books it contained.

“Damn!” Slamming the boot lid shut and re-locking it, the attractive honey blonde, late twenties, History teacher turned and headed back towards the college building. She checked her watch. It was eighteen minutes past four; no wonder the sixth form college was deserted as she headed along the corridor.

May 14, 2014

School Strip Cell

A new punishment is introduced at a girls’ school

By Fenton Creek

Ruth and I knocked at the School Secretary’s door. A cheery: “Come in,” came from inside.

As we entered her office, Miss Marston looked up from her desk. “She’s running a bit late, you may need to wait a while.”

There was another girl in the room whom I didn’t recognise; a blonde girl in her school jumper and blouse, black knickers, socks and shoes but no skirt. Two jackets and two pleated skirts were hanging from a chair in the corner.

On the Headmistress’s door, a red light was showing. From inside her study we heard the muffled voice of Mrs Wilson followed a few seconds later by a soft: “Owww!” then a longer yell, then another. A few seconds of silence then the light on the door turned green, the door opened and one of the younger girls walked out. She too had no skirt and was wearing pale blue knickers. After rubbing her bottom with one hand and wiping a tear from her eye, she then picked up a skirt from the chair and began to get dressed.