November 14th, 2016
Forgetting homework and then arguing with a teacher is never a good idea.
By Jane Fairweather
Pamela Ash was feeling edgy. On Monday, in a flash of unwise temper, she had answered back to Jacko, which you did not do, even if, as frequently happened, the Geography teacher had got it wrong. Very unfairly in her view, she had been given two black marks for insolence, which was one more than she had ever had. Well, except for that term in the Fourth Form when she had been naughty on principle till she got bored with it.
It was Thursday, and she could still end up with three or even four black marks by Friday. If you got to three, you had half an hour’s detention after school which was not too bad in itself, but it went on till half past four and that meant she would miss the last school bus and that meant she would have to catch two buses instead of one. By the time her Mother had insisted that she must eat her meal, she would probably miss the interesting thriller at the cinema, since that meant catching yet another bus. The timing would be very tight.
November 11th, 2016
Last days are traditionally lax, but you can go too far
By Gillian Howard
My name is Jessica Roberts and I was at a mixed grammar school between 1965 and 1972 when I left school. I was 5’3” tall with black hair, green eyes and a slim size 8.
I was best of friends with Julie Hardman, Lisa Malony and Emma Smith, but there were 8 or 9 of us who always hung out together. Corporal punishment was a regular occurrence in the classroom with boys often getting the cane across the bottom and girls the cane across the hands, but a visit to the headmaster always resulted with the cane across the bottom covered only by one layer of clothing. Mary, one of our enlarged group of friends, had been caned by the headmaster twice, and the marks left certainly looked very painful. Emma had received 1 stroke of the cane across each hand in class for persistent talking in class last year.
November 5th, 2016
A pleasant ride in the country goes wrong
By Paul S
There were 6 cyclists who regularly cycled as part of the Roman Cycle Club, which was a large cycle club with over 100 members of all ages. They were; Martin and his partner, Joanne; Naz and his girlfriend, Pritti; plus John and his girlfriend, Louise.
Martin was the senior rider in this group at age 30, with Joanne at 28 being fairly well built at 36-30-42 with medium blonde hair and blue eyes. Pritti was a slim and younger girl, at 24 and 34-26-36, with long dark hair and dark eyes. Louise was 25 and medium build with medium length blonde hair and hazel eyes and was 36-28-38.
October 31st, 2016
I’m not making excuses, but you must understand that a thirteen-year-old grammar schoolboy in the early sixties was no different from any other fun-loving lad. A ‘revision’ homework was a cop-out for a master who hadn’t bothered to set something more substantial, and we treated it as a good skive(1). It was almost a tradition that there wouldn’t be a test to make sure we’d done the revision.
So it was when I was in the third form; 3A, the top stream, so I was expected to do well. Mr Seddon set a ‘learning’ homework. I didn’t spend much time on it; but he sprang a test on us the next day.
October 28th, 2016
Caught in the ‘act’, a girl pays the price.
by Sally Cavendish
It was half-past eleven and most of the residents of the small Sussex market town were already asleep. Only in the darkened gymnasium of St Anne’s Girls’ School, a small fee-paying establishment on the fringes of the town, was there any sign of physical activity. But it was certainly activity worthy of note.
On a gym-mat on the floor of the gymnasium, a young couple were making love. They were completely naked. Both their faces were in shadow, but a shaft of moonlight fell teasingly on the pale white buttocks of the woman as they bobbed rhythmically up and down in the act of love. She was riding her man with quiet purpose, not galloping headlong towards a climax, but taking her time. A Peeping Tom would have been spellbound by the whole spectacle, his eyes not moving from those smooth, voluptuous, slowly writhing buttocks.
October 26th, 2016
After a girl leaves school, work offers her an opportunity
By Gillian Howard
My name is Agnes Dewhurst and I lived just outside Liverpool in the 1960s. I attended a local mixed secondary modern school and corporal punishment was used on a regular basis in the classrooms. All teachers would use the cane across the bottom or sometimes in the first year you would get smacked instead.
I myself faced this in my very first term when I was caught cheating and Mr Roberts called me out. He was sat in his chair and he pulled me across his chest and lifted my skirt. Then he really smacked the top of my right thigh till I was screaming in pain and embarrassment. All the class could see my knickers and he warned me next time it would be the cane.
October 21st, 2016
A girl’s past adds spice to a relationship.
By Julie Baker
We are Mark and Stephanie aged 29 and 26 respectively. We have recently got married and this is the story of how we met.
Stephanie McGregor’s Story
I was born in 1989 in Harare, Zimbabwe to white parents of Scottish stock. I have always been known as ‘Steph’. We lived on a farm two hours drive north of the city and up to the age of 12 I was educated at home along with my younger brother and two children from a neighbouring farm. Although I have known nothing other than an independent Zimbabwe, where white farmers are often targeted, we were fortunate because my father had a great relationship with his workers and the local population and we were left to run our affairs in relative peace and safety. This changed later, but in my early years I had a very good life.
October 21st, 2016
A date tones her up nicely
By Paul S
Elaine had tried to date Ben recently at hotseat.com dating agency, but was unsuccessful as he was now dating Anna, one of the matchmakers, and they had become an item.
Elaine was 28 and quite attractive. She had long dark hair and was a shapely and trim 36-26-38 with a few nice curves and a rotund, if slightly plump, bottom. She worked in the city. She had a succession of failed relationships behind her, as, although she had no problem at all attracting men, the long hours city culture, rail delays getting home for local dates and slow dating meant that she was unlucky in love.
October 19th, 2016
A man’s date feels the cold, but there is a solution
by Paul S
Kristina was a Polish girl, studying fashion in the UK on a sandwich course. As she felt lonely and wanted some company, as her family lived in Poland, she wanted a date. She went along to the dating agency and filled in a form and talked to Elaine, one of the matchmakers at hotseat.com.
Kristina was 25, and a trim 34-26-36. She dressed very sexily with long boots and slinky outfits, including a leather jacket with a fur collar. Elaine put her details into the computer to see if she had any matches for a date.
October 19th, 2016
A jilted lover delivers and receives a sting in the tail
By Paul S
Anna was a young female matchmaker at hotseat.com dating agency, which had an online presence, but also had offices in South London to assist people seeking a new date or relationship, and wanted one-to-one practical advice too. She worked with Elaine who was also a matchmaker who was slightly older at 26, and 36-26-38 with medium length dark curly hair and hazel eyes.
Anna was 21 and was not currently in a relationship, despite being very attractive and a slim and very fit 36-26-36, with blue eyes and medium length ash blonde hair. However that did not bother her in the slightest, as she had many interests outside work, such as playing hockey with friends, and socialising with mates. She had in fact fixed up many of the hockey team with dates through her agency.