November 22nd, 2018

Abbie Thompson, For the Sake of £50

Different outcomes for two teachers

By Katherine Jones

“I’ve been sacked!” Abigail Thompson said out loud and repeated the words time and time again as she walked down the long corridor to the school’s main door. Deborah, the sympathetic HR assistant whose duty it was to accompany Abbie off the premises, chose not to answer. However, she gave her a brief hug and then gently ushered Abbie out into the cold and dark courtyard at the front of the school.

Getting away in her car and driving as quickly as possible off the school site became Abbie’s priority. She rammed her mini into gear and drove off, heading for a park she knew, five minutes’ drive away.

November 19th, 2018

Miss Michaels

Two girls get on the wrong side of a new teacher

By Brian Melville

Eighteen year olds Annabelle Rose and Danielle Victor were best friends since they met in pre-school at the age of five. The two had been in the same class since first form straight through to upper sixth form at Dickson Grammatical School, right on the eastern border of London. Dickson Grammatical catered for boys and girls, with a strict disciplinary code whereby both boys and girls could get Friday detention, corporal punishment or both, depending on the seriousness of the offence.

Corporal punishments included the slipper, cane, and even the wooden spoon some female teachers liked to use on the palms of naughty girls. There were also some first form girls who got sent to the deputy headmaster who had apparently pulled them over his lap and spanked their bottoms with his big, right hand.

November 16th, 2018

Touch Your Toes

A normally well behaved girl gets the slipper and her friend gets the cane

By Brian Melville

Oak Hill Secondary School was a school for boys and girls in the far north of England where both boys and girls were subjected to corporal punishment when they misbehaved. The deputy headmaster was the only member of staff that was allowed to administer up to twelve strokes of the slipper and eight strokes of the cane. All punishments were administered across the seats of the girls’ school skirts or trousers, as well as the seats of the boys’ short or long trousers.

Oak Hill had a very traditional school uniform for the boys, which was grey school trousers, white shirt, black blazer, grey socks and black school shoes. During winter, a black pullover could be worn under the black blazer. Sixth form boys wore a special sixth form maroon blazer and tie.

November 12th, 2018

Rachel’s dilemma

A drunken mistake means a girl has a difficult decision to make. By a new writer to us.

By Henry Tanner

There are two things I get from my mother, thankfully. One is genetic; blonde hair, blue eyes, pale complexion and long, long legs. The other is her wicked sense of humour. The thing I haven’t inherited is her common sense, and that’s what got me into this pickle.

When I told Mum I was getting engaged to Paul and moving in with him she laughed and told me it was as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man. See what I mean about her humour? And Paul is rich, he does some weird job I don’t understand called commercial reinsurance. He’s forever jetting off to foreign cities, especially Geneva. Whatever it is, it pays well. He has a beautiful home near Ascot racecourse and a luxurious lifestyle.

November 8th, 2018

Not So Innocent Abroad

A British girl staying in America learns some new customs. By a new writer to us.

By Robert Gunn

“I can’t believe that I moved two thousand miles to get away from my parents, just to deal with the same crap here. These people treat me like a child!” Megan lay on her bed, ranting on her cell phone with her best friend, Beatrice, in London. She’d just moved to New York for a study abroad program at Columbia, which she loved, but her host family was driving her crazy.

“Yes, you’re right there. At least I’m not still getting my bum smacked. They wouldn’t dare! But they gave me a curfew, for Christ’s sake! Well I’m going to a club tonight and I’ll come back when I bloody well please. As a matter of fact, it’s time to get ready to go, so I’d better ring off. And behave yourself, Bea. You may be at University, but you’re not so far from home that your dad can’t pay a visit with his cane. Cheers!”

November 7th, 2018


A girl joins a new school and finds it an extreme learning experience

By Angela Fox


It is funny how sometimes, in the early morning, you wake up remembering a very wonderful dream and wish it could go on.  A dream so vivid and colourful that every detail is clear, though as you blink your eyes and become aware of your surroundings and come to understand that you have only been dreaming, those very details start to fade.  And as it fades there is a tinge of sadness that the wonderful things you were experiencing are disappearing and you feel an emptiness in their passing.

October 22nd, 2018

A Little Piece of Research

Two girls have to be punished, and a discussion ensues

By Jane Fairweather

Miss Stephens demurely poured out tea from her best china teapot for this interesting young man from Cambridge, who had come seeking information for his PhD about a former member of her staff in the days when she had been a headmistress and a person of importance.

Pete Williams picked up his cup of tea in its best china cup and said to Miss Stephens in her pleasant little flat in Torquay: “I think I told you in my letter that I want anything you can fill in about Alice Blakely, especially her time in the War. She was a teacher in your school wasn’t she?”

October 18th, 2018

Fourth of the Month

A planned meeting, although the consequences are unusual

By Katherine Jones

It was the 4th August 2016, a hot day.

A 48-year-old man in a dark grey suit pulled up in his Mercedes outside a solicitor’s office. He gathered up a pile of papers and made his way into the reception area. Five minutes later he returned to his car with a rueful smile. He made a short mobile phone call and then set off for a coffee shop on the other side of the business park.

Twenty-five miles away in a large open plan office a woman, aged 36, took a phone call at her desk. She removed her glasses and listened intently to the caller. She then picked up a pen along with her mobile phone and got up from her desk. Smiling, she unconsciously smoothed down her black pencil skirt and then pushed the pen into her hair which was tied up attractively on top of her head.

October 16th, 2018

The Question of Realism – Part 4

PW completes a review of his work

Many thanks again to those that responded to the debate about realism. This is the fourth and final part of my analysis and perhaps deals with the most emotive area of all, school punishments.

In Part 1, we looked at Judicial and Military punishments, and I believe there is overwhelming evidence that such events did take place. There is also evidence that females were punished by men, including the famous event in Eden.

In Part 2, we considered those that enjoy being punished, and it is abundantly clear this is a massive area. You only have to read Leia Ann Woods’ blog for confirmation. We also considered domestic punishments.

September 18th, 2018

A Question of Motives

A girl has cause to look back at her schooldays 

By Julie Baker 

I was born in March 1956, in Northampton General Hospital. My parents named me Sarah and during my early years I developed into a very confident and sociable young girl. I was well aware that I was blessed with good looks which included long straw coloured hair, an attractive face and a long willowy body. My parents were both pharmacists and I was academically gifted with a slant towards the sciences.

I was happy at my day school in Northampton but when I was thirteen they decided to send me away to an all girls boarding school, St Joan’s, in Leicestershire. I was desperate to go as I loved most sports and saw this as an opportunity to make new friends. I was not disappointed. I loved my new school life and relished the feeling of independence that came from living away from home.