Posts tagged ‘Kenny Walters’

May 24th, 2018

The Hard Choice

A school principal offers his students a choice

By Kenny Walters

In stunned silence, we exited the assembly hall with the other thirty odd year 12 students.

“Oh my god,” Mary Miller spoke as soon as we were out into the main thoroughfare.

There were a whole lot of things I wanted to say, but somehow nothing came out of my mouth. We drifted rather aimlessly in the direction of our year homeroom.

“I mean, we weren’t actually involved, were we Annie?” Mary continued.

“No, we didn’t do a thing.”

“So, we don’t need to do anything?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“But if we didn’t do anything wrong, why should we be punished?”
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May 4th, 2018

The Mentor

A fictional tale based on a real-life event

By Kenny Walters

“You can get changed in here. When you’re ready, come out into the hallway and stand here, facing the wall. You have ten minutes.”

Karen Chatway smiled her thanks and entered the room. The door closed behind her as she looked around. It was a bedroom, a nice clean bedroom with pale blue walls and a white ceiling. She went over to the window and looked out onto a tidy garden surrounded by high hedges that meant no one could look in unless they were actually in the garden.

She put her bag on the bed and slid open the zip. A glance towards the closed door showed there was no lock or bolt that she could fasten, but she didn’t mind. She trusted Mr Whittaker, even though she had met him for the first time just twenty minutes ago. She stripped off her blue jeans and white woollen top, kicked off her tan coloured comfortable shoes and sat on the edge of the bed in just her black lacy French knickers and bra.
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February 19th, 2018

Caning School for Girls – Kenny Walters’ new Ebook

Pauline and Sarah Morrison are cousins who attend Marland House Sixth Form College for Girls. Sarah’s parents were killed in an accident some years ago, so the two cousins, both eighteen, are being brought up like sisters. Follow them through various encounters with the teaching staff, other girls and the strict headmistress, Miss Eleanor Witlow.

Discipline is, of course, meted out with slipper and cane throughout. Underlying these incidents is a thread that leads the two cousins into a major ‘crime’, at least in the eyes of the headmistress.

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November 20th, 2017

Teacher’s Pets

A young teacher ignores good advice. Another story from the archives

by Kenny Walters

“Never have favourites.” I can still hear my old mentor’s words even now, more than sixteen years since they were spoken and since I was let loose on the world as a fully qualified teacher. If only I had abided by such good advice!

It wasn’t as though Lorraine and Fiona were natural candidates to be my favourites; neither was particularly gifted in my A-level English class, although both would eventually struggle through their final exams. Nor were they particularly attractive girls; Lorraine was not especially pretty, and whilst far from overweight her figure suggested she was more of a hockey player than a sprint athlete. Her curly blonde hair was always cut short giving her an almost boyish appearance. Fiona, on the other hand, was slim and narrow hipped with reddish brown hair, well brushed and extending down to her shoulder blades, the front cropped in a neat fringe. Firm cheek bones betrayed her Scottish ancestry.
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November 19th, 2017

Girls’ Revenge

Another story from the archive. A headmistress helps two girls with a problem.

By Kenny Walters

Feeling very awkward, I was sitting alone in the room I shared with Danielle Matheson trying and failing miserably to complete my essay for tomorrow’s English Literature class. Every time I heard the slightest sound from the corridor I looked up, expecting Danielle to come bursting in. Was I really just feeling awkward, or was it my own fear?

Yet again, I heard footsteps in the corridor. This time, though, they were real footsteps. I strained to listen. Was it one set of footsteps, or were there more?

The door opened and I looked up nervously. When Danielle dashed in, wet and shivering and naked all bar the soaking wet knickers she clutched in her hand, I looked quickly through before the door was slammed shut. Danielle appeared to be alone.
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November 5th, 2017

A Surprise in Store

Three girls are punished for shoplifting. Another 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 to 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 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 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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September 30th, 2017

Tradition Rules

Putting off a punishment has consequences. A slightly revised story that was previously published as ‘School Rules’

by Kenny Walters

“It’s an automatic slippering offence, Alison. My hands are tied.” Samantha Haynes continued along the corridor, despite having her progress interrupted. Several other girls passed them by, all curtailing their own, giggly, conversations at the sight of the tall girl with her long blonde hair draped down her back.

“But Samantha, I’m a sixth former for goodness sakes! Sixth formers simply do not get slippered!” The shorter girl with long wavy dark hair protested as they walked together.

“It’s no good shouting at me, Alison. I didn’t make the rules.”
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September 26th, 2017

Order on a Greek Holiday

A motoring offence in a foreign country lands a woman in trouble.

by Kenny Walters

Adapted from an story related during a travel programme on mainstream British TV during the 1980s.

“Helen, this is not a big town. It must be somewhere.”

“I know that, Sally! But these Greek road names are just so confusing, and I’m sure this map isn’t accurate. For a start, that little road shouldn’t be there.”

“Oh, for Heaven’s sakes! I’m going to turn into that road and see for myself.”

Helen Parkinson impatiently swung the little Fiat into a small side road and slammed on the brakes. She snatched the map out of Sally Wilkins’ hand and studied it.
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