Archive for ‘School & College Stories’

February 18th, 2018

The Cane Event

When a school abolishes corporal punishment, the results aren’t always what you expect.

By Angela Fox

With an illustration by the author

Matron Diana Mason smiled to herself as she saw the fifth former, Cathy Davis, walking across the school playing fields towards her office in the school sanatorium. Obviously the little second year, Anthea, had succeeded in her mission to seek out Cathy and given her the message that Matron would like to see her. Matron needed to do only one thing before Cathy arrived. She went to a cabinet next to her bookcase, retrieved an item and lay it to one side of her ink blotter where Cathy’s medical record lay open at the most recent page. The item was off to the side but Matron knew that Cathy would not be able to ignore it when she arrived.
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February 16th, 2018

More Lines

A sequel to ‘Lines’, a school secretary is in trouble again

By Hilary Wilmington

“You may go back to your office now, Mrs Burford, and compose yourself.” Mr Clements was referring to the fact that she was crying. “I shall not need you for the rest of the morning but I shall need you for dictation immediately after the lunch break.”

Having gained her office through the door which connected with the headmaster’s, Lucy made straight for the other door, which led onto the corridor. She listened carefully to make sure no-one was approaching before she grabbed her handbag and went across to the Ladies, which was directly opposite. Once inside, she pushed home the bolt, opened her handbag, and prepared to ‘compose herself’, at her leisure.
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February 15th, 2018

In the Dark

A teacher deals with a cheating student. By a new writer to us

By Veronica Proctor

The disciplinary code of Charling School states that the administration of corporal punishment for male students will be on the trousers, on the buttocks, applied with a cane to a maximum of six strokes. In times past, the cane could be administered to underwear and sometimes even the naked buttocks of the young students. Now, in the case of the boys, the person administering the cane is a teacher designated by the Headmistress.

As for female students, apart from ordering lines or detention, the strap is established as the only instrument of punishment, applied to the palms of the hands, maximum two strokes on each, and inflicted by the Headmistress exclusively.
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February 10th, 2018

A Classical Education

Jealousy leads to trouble, a longer version of the previously published story

By Jane Fairweather

“I see you have a basket of canes in your room. I am just wondering why, when I understood that Mr Thomas caned the boys for Miss Simpkins? Oh, he must have left it when he retired. He and Miss Simpkins retired at the same time, of course.”

The new headmaster, Mr Mitchell, glanced a trifle quizzically at his deputy, Miss Grant, who he had inherited from his predecessor. They were having a cup of tea together in her room by way of getting to know one another.

“Miss Simpkins always took the view that if one of our girls behaved as badly as one of our boys, then she should suffer the same punishment.” Miss Grant replied. “She always said that girls and boys should be treated equally and it was almost an insult to the girls not to whack them as so many schools do, because they are supposedly the weaker sex, and I must say I do agree with her.”
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January 31st, 2018

A Twigging for Three

Three best friends get into trouble at school

By Brian Melville

Marybeth Thomas, Amelia Nichols and Christina Underwood have been best friends since they can remember. With their parents also being close friends for many years, the girls were more like sisters than friends.

All three girls were sixth form students at St Peter’s Catholic School for girls, situated in the west of England. The hundred year old school had a rich tradition and a very high standard when it came to discipline. Teachers had the authority to give any girl up to six strokes with the slipper across the seat of her skirt, and the headmistress could give up to a dozen strokes of the slipper. She was also the only member of staff to cane any girl, across the seat of her gym knickers, anything from one to eight strokes, with her three foot long, crook handled cane, in her study.
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January 11th, 2018

Lines

A school secretary explores her relationship with the headmaster

By Hilary Wilmington

“Mrs Burford, you were late again this morning,” said Mr Clements.

“I’m sorry, headmaster,” said Lucy Burford, “It is just that my bus is supposed to get in at eight thirty-five and usually it is on time, but sometimes it arrives late.  There isn’t really anything I can do about it.”

Mr Clements remained silent, which probably made a greater impression on Lucy than anything he might have said. She had only been working for him for three weeks and she was quite in awe of him. Not that she minded being in awe of him. It seemed perfectly proper to her. This was her very first job, despite the fact that she was over thirty years old now. She had got married just before getting her secretarial qualifications and the three children had soon followed in quick succession. Considering her lack of experience and the length of time that had elapsed since her training, she had been lucky to get this job as school secretary. The money would be very useful and she and her husband were already planning a more ambitious holiday than they had ever had before.
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January 10th, 2018

Second Appointment

A sequel to the previous story ‘And Mother Makes Four’

By Harry James

It is Friday 29th November 1996, three weeks exactly since both Dorothy Wilston and her daughter, Head Girl Marjorie, were caned in Marjorie’s Headmistress’s study for the same offence, though in Dorothy’s case the offence had taken place 25 years earlier, when she had been Deputy Head Girl, and the punishment was carried out by her now retired old Headmistress, Margaret Floyd.

In the days following her punishment Dorothy had often thought she had experienced a bizarre and surreal dream; it couldn’t possibly have happened, could it? Could she really have called her old Headmistress and to all intents and purposes requested to be punished for her 25 year old offence? Then something would happen to tell her that it really was true. One early morning, 3 days after getting caned, she had sat on the edge of her bed and been sharply reminded by the stinging soreness of her bottom. Her first instinct was to worry that something was wrong, then she remembered what it was!
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December 20th, 2017

And Mother Makes Four

The Head Girl and her two best friends get into trouble, with a little help from Mother

 by Harry James 

The telephone in the hall rang. Dorothy Wilston strode out from the front drawing room and picked up the handset. It was Monday and just after six o’clock in the evening on a cold 4th November in 1996.

“Pickerton 4751,” intoned Dorothy.

Of course, ‘Pickerton’ had been replaced by the all number system many years past, but Dorothy liked the old ways. And life in the Lake District still retained many of the old world graces, even if another side of Dorothy had always embraced all that was new, interesting and exciting.
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December 16th, 2017

The Caning of Amelia Cove

A childish prank leads to problems

By Jane Fairweather

“You have got the mouse?” Meg Bates enquired, just a touch nervously, just before the Upper Sixth French lesson.

She had not been quite sure that her friend would go through with the prank.

“Yes, of course I have!” Amelia responded. “It’s time someone took Jenks down a peg. And it’s a lovely way to do it, no one will ever guess whose mouse it was; and I am a bit bored with Simon anyway. It’s such a fag keeping him hidden from the teachers. With luck he will run off and be free and never be seen again.”
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December 9th, 2017

Four O’clock in the Headmistress’s Lair

A girl’s experience in the headmistress’s study. By a new writer to us, with the grahic illustrations also by the author

By Angela Fox

‘Friday afternoon at four o’clock, and once again I am sitting on this hard chair,’ I thought. ‘Why do I do this to myself?’ I wasn’t given long to ponder. Within a minute the so-called traffic light outside her door turned from red, meaning do not disturb, to green, directing whoever was waiting on this damned chair to knock on the door for entry.

I stood up, smoothed my gymslip into place, making sure the broad knife- edged box pleats were perfect and prayed my hair was neat and tidy. Then I nervously knocked on the door and, when I saw the white sign below the traffic lights blink ‘Enter’, I turned the brass doorknob and pushed the heavy door open.
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