October 21st, 2017

When an Incentive is Needed

A swimming coach helps a squad member to maintain standards 

By Julie Baker

My name is Cara Curry. I am 39 years old and happily married with two small children. I was born in Birmingham and I was brought up as an only child in Solihull. I attended local schools which managed to give me a good enough education to be able to go to university to study English. My childhood was unremarkable and I was never in any serious trouble at home or at school. I have always been a very sociable person with a wide circle of friends but I was often criticised in those earlier years for lacking application and not making the best of my abilities.
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October 18th, 2017

A Strict Diet

Emma finds an old magazine and a new idea to help her with her strict diet

By Paul S

Mark and Emma were both aged around 30. They were recently married and planned to move house from a rented bedsit flat to a new 2 bed home, recently vacated by an elderly lady who died.

The estate agent said she had been an administrator at a former local private girls’ school for many years which sadly was no more, having closed in 1992. However, local people spoke very highly of the school and lamented its passing. Many of its former staff and pupils had either passed away or lost contact.
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October 14th, 2017

Her Former Slave

A lady in ancient Rome takes risks at a turbulent time.

By Jane Fairweather

Normally a member of a Roman senatorial family with the cognomen Rufus would have arrived at the Roman town house of his old friends, Titus and Lavinia Vesprilis, in a litter with some smartly turned out slaves in attendance and his excellent major domo, the freed man Quintus to see that everything was as it should be. Today, however, Valerius Rufus was wearing decidedly plebeian clothes and the hood of his cloak covered his head. An intelligent looking grey haired slave had let him in by the garden entrance and taken him straight to Lavinia in this small room, but the man seemed to know what was going on.
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October 14th, 2017

Retired Headmistress

A retired headmistress finds it hard to abandon her old lifestyle

By Sally Cavendish

Miss Harriet Stevenson, lately headmistress of a girls’ school in south-east London and now the sole proprietor of a bed-and-breakfast establishment in Kent, did not really miss her days in the teaching profession. It was a stressful job and it had taken its toll. Long before she taught her last history class, she was conscious of having been round the same educational block too many times. In modern parlance, she was the victim of burn-out.

When one of her former pupils came to visit her, she was always glad to see them and talk about the good old days over a cup of tea. She even gave them a 25 per cent discount on her standard B & B rates. But she did not, if she was honest, regret taking early retirement at the age of just 57. It had been time to move on.
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October 13th, 2017

A Drunken Night – Six Months Later

Another caning for the WAAF girl

By PG

Mavis Smith had kept her nose clean for 6 months, but there was a party in town on a Saturday which was actually at the same bar where she had got into trouble previously. The party was being organised by her best friend and she was persuaded to attend. This was despite being told by her Unit Commander when she was in so much trouble 6 months earlier to avoid the bar and in particular to avoid the group of men from the football club. Mavis told herself that she knew she had to be careful and in particular not to have too many drinks.
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October 13th, 2017

Painful Sixth Form Memories

A painful meeting with the headmistress for three girls. Based on a true incident. By a new writer to us.

By M Vickers

I was generally a quiet and well behaved child at school. The one exception was cigarettes. I started smoking when I was 15 when I was in the house alone one day and saw my mother’s cigarettes lying around (Sovereign if anyone remembers them) and thought I would try one. Coughing and spluttering through a few drags I can’t say I enjoyed it, but like a fool I started having the occasional cigarette over the next few weeks courtesy of my mother, although obviously she never knew until I gradually came to enjoy it.
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October 7th, 2017

A Surprise in Store  

 

Three friends meet strict discipline. Another story from the archives.

by Kenny Walters

A crow screeched a warning message from somewhere up in the treetops, temporarily drowning out the crunching of Amy’s feet on the gravel drive as she approached the large forbidding Victorian house. Certainly the bird’s message was meant for its compatriots, but for the slim blond haired girl a shiver down her spine made it seem as though the crow was shouting its warning at her.

Amy hurried on, feeling only marginally safer once she’d reached the heavy dark blue painted front door. She searched the frame for a doorbell push button, failed to see one, then made her presence known by rapping on a large heavy brass door knocker in the centre of the door.
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October 6th, 2017

Slap and Tickle

A girl finds the client of her dreams

by Katie Hammond

It was just after one o’clock in the afternoon as I flicked through my appointments book; there was just two for this Friday afternoon, Amanda Price at three o’clock and Helen Norman at five o’clock, both one hour sessions. It was a quiet afternoon, thankfully. I hadn’t had too many of these since I opened my massage therapy practice in town six months ago.

I had qualified as an accountant after leaving school, but I found the office work boring, the office politics unnecessary and, most often among women, particularly nasty. I decided there was more to life than that so I changed tact and took a new career path. I had put a lot of work into being a qualified massage therapist and my Dad had very generously lent, or ultimately given, me a large amount of money to start the business up. Sadly my Dad had passed away earlier in the year and I desperately wanted the business to be a success in his memory. I had also broken up with my boyfriend recently; thankfully we didn’t get round to buying our first home together. So, at twenty eight, I was living back with my Mum but I was fine with that, and she probably needed me around at the moment more than ever anyway. I came out of my daydream when I heard the sound of rain on the shop front glass. I looked out of the window and saw the umbrellas up as people scurried to the warm and comfort of their homes or cars on this very overcast and grey October afternoon.
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October 5th, 2017

Co-op Discipline

Problems are resolved in a small workplace group. By a new writer to us.

by David Baldwin

It was the early sixties at the miner’s welfare club in a small mining town in the north of England. The club was very busy, but there was a problem. A small amount of money had gone missing from the bar. One of the members was a retired policeman and three possible culprits were found. They were young ladies who worked part time behind the bar. Two of them, Helen and Margaret, worked in the local Co-op grocery store and the other, Joyce, worked in the local pit offices.
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October 4th, 2017

The Fear

A thoughtless act gets a girl in trouble. From the archives.

By Kenny Walters

“Hey Carly, you coming shopping down the mall after school?” The pretty blonde girl went up to her friend sitting on a bench next to a row of lockers and put a hand on her shoulder. “I love those white pants you’re wearing. They go great with that purple top. Where did you get them?”

She got no reply.

“Carly?” The blonde girl frowned. “Carly, what’s wrong?”

A tear slipped down the side of Carly Bronstein’s cheek, and the blonde girl sat down next to her friend and replaced the hand with a consoling arm around the shoulders.
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