February 21st, 2017
Two sisters go too far, and then their mother finds out.
By Julie Baker
I was born in March 1966 and my parents called me Sophie. My sister was born almost exactly a year later and they named her Alice. My mother was a fashion model before she got married and my father was a professional footballer with Southampton, in his early playing career, and then at Plymouth Argyle. We were born just after the move to Plymouth, but within two years of the move he and my mother had parted company. Shortly afterwards he went into football management and moved to Birmingham with his new girlfriend. They eventually married and had two children together; a boy and a girl.
February 19th, 2017
A girls is having a bad day. By a new writer to us
Kate was late; nothing unusual in that, she was terrible at getting up and getting on in a morning, but today she was walking to school with a warm bottom. She knew what time she was supposed to get up but dragging herself out of bed was just too difficult. After much calling and threatening she had risen, showered and got her school uniform on and went downstairs for breakfast. After she had finished, her bowl went on the side and she prepared to leave.
“Put your bowl in the dishwasher, please.”
February 16th, 2017
She might be Head girl, but she can still be punished.
By Gillian Howard
I am Steve Gilbert and I go a boys grammar school in the North of England where I am in the 6th form. We have just been informed by the Headmaster that, as from September, there will be 15 girls joining our upper sixth class as the girls grammar school is being refurbished. I was also informed that I would be the Head Boy and I was to start school a day earlier so I could meet the girls and also get to know the girl that had been selected to be Head Girl.
February 10th, 2017
A secretary gets a glowing report, but only after a glowing bottom
By Paul S
Stephanie was 19 and was an attractive girl. She had recently joined Tanner International lawyers PLC, mainly based in London, New York and Sydney but with branches all over the world. She had worked as a secretary for some time, but wanted to get on and advance her career. She initially worked in a typing pool with other girls, when an opportunity came up to work as a Personal Assistant (PA) to one of the junior partners, Mr Bridge.
Mr Bridge was a very pleasant and professional man, but did not like girls who messed up and was quick to say so. Christine, his current PA, was very experienced and in her fifties, but decided she had had enough of working full time, and decided to switch to the firm’s Dubai office where she could work part time as assistant to one of the senior partners, whom she knew very well.
February 10th, 2017
A sequel to The New Headmaster, Two sisters caned, The Crisis, and Reflections on Year One for the Headmaster
The new term was barely three weeks old when James Simmons was faced with a significant problem. The Headmaster’s secretary received a call from the local police that three girls had been caught drinking under-age in one of the pubs in the local town. The real problem was that they were with Alison White who was a relatively new teacher and it was her that ordered the bottle of champagne, and it was only when she ordered a second bottle that she was asked for evidence that the three girls were eighteen.
February 5th, 2017
Problems arise when a girl’s upbringing is at odds with her classmates
By Richard Marks
Ruth Barnes was 18 years old and in the Upper Sixth of Greenbank Girls’ Grammar School. She was shortly to take A Levels in History, Geography and English Literature.
Her father was the pastor of the local Evangelical Church and had strict standards of dress and conduct for his wife and daughter to accord with his interpretation of the teaching of his Church. They had to wear their hair long, could not wear make-up, drink alcohol, watch television and had to dress modestly with below knee skirts and tops with high necklines.
February 2nd, 2017
An unusual scenario for us, but still a lesson in discipline.
By Hilary Wilmington
“I’m to see Mr Edwards,” Marigold told the secretary.
“Oh yes.” The secretary glanced down at a pad on her desk. “Well, you’re right on time,” she said. “Just go straight in.”
Marigold ignored this instruction and walked towards the desk. What was this girl’s name? Sally. That was it. Pretty. And young. As Marigold approached, Sally’s hand went out and casually covered the book she’d been reading. But she was too late because Marigold had already seen it: Teach Yourself Accountancy.
Now Marigold remembered. Until recently, Sally had been working in the club downstairs and servicing clients elsewhere, like the rest of the girls. Then Edwards had made her his ‘secretary’. No-one took the title seriously but, lo and behold! Within a few weeks she could type eighty words a minute and could take dictation in shorthand. Typing and shorthand were all very well, Marigold thought, but with accountancy she was surely getting above herself.
February 2nd, 2017
A period piece depicting attitudes of the Victorian Era
By Jane Fairweather
It all began quietly enough over breakfast.
Papa suddenly remarked (between ingesting a rather large piece of bacon): “Has anybody except me noticed this horrific style for young women? There was a piece about it in the Times yesterday.”
“Papa, you know I don’t read the Times!” Georgina, the daughter of the household, replied just a touch ironically.
“Well you should!” Her father snapped. “Then you would have something to talk about with young men at Assemblies and Balls. There has not been the slightest sign of you becoming engaged and the costs are getting very tedious. And I am weary of seeing you reading old books about King Arthur and Greek heroes! If you are going to read such things, I wish you’d choose a solid modern poet like Tennyson. There might be at any rate one young man who might prick up his ears if you started to talk about Tennyson, not that there will be that many of them. It’s not that I want you to marry a huntin’ and fishin’ type, you know, but you need to find someone, my girl, for the sake of your own future and I wish you’d get on with it. And quite frankly the boys won’t have read the old books and you will bore them stiff!”
February 1st, 2017
A game at a party has painful consequences
By Gillian Howard
My name is Joyce Carr and I have just finished my GCE ‘A’ Level exams at our local mixed Grammar school. I have a very close group of 6 friends and a group of 12 others, mainly boys, who always hang around together.
Our school has always used corporal punishment and girls can be caned by the Headmistress over their knickers or the boys by the Deputy Headmaster over their underpants. Jennifer is the only girl in our group to have been caned and, while she said it stung at the time, she was only left with faint stripes on her bottom. After school and at gym the following day you could not see any marks. On the other hand, the boys said that Mr Rowlands really laid it on and the marks could still be seen after a week or more.