Posts tagged ‘Samantha’

February 3rd, 2013

Cheats Sometimes Prosper

Exams are often a worry, but that doesn’t excuse these girls’ actions.

By Samantha

“I’ll never be able to do this,” Diana Andrews said to her friend June Dempster, waving her maths book. “I know you’ve helped me a lot but the exam’s this evening and there just isn’t time.”

The two girls had worked hard together. June coaching Diana for the last month, but both knew that if she passed her A level maths it would be a miracle. She had probably scraped through the first two papers, but the third was more difficult and she had trouble with calculus and trigonometry.

“If we could see the paper before then I could show you how to do the questions,” June said.

December 9th, 2012

An Unwanted Shopping Trip

The headmaster can no longer administer corporal punishment to a girl, so he calls in her mother

By Samantha

Allison White picked up the phone at Smith and White law office, her secretary having just gone home.


“Mrs. White?”


“It’s John Frank at St. Agnes. About your daughter. I’m going to have to suspend her.”

“Oh dear, do you have to. It’s only six weeks before the exams.”

“Allison, in the old days it would have been different as you know from personal experience. Now we can’t deal with our misbehaving students in a sensible way and suspension is the only option in some cases.”

Allison knew very well what he meant. She had been sent to the headmistress’s study more than once when she was a girl, and on the last occasion had arrived in front of the Headmaster to receive a dozen on her bare bottom. It had certainly improved her behavior. Her father had been so angry that he had caned her that evening in front of her two sisters. She still remembered and sometimes wanted to be caned again, but suggestions to her husband that he should even give her a spanking had been laughed off.

October 23rd, 2012

Learning the Rules

A new teacher ignores the headmistress at her peril.

By Samantha (a new writer to us)

I was twenty-two years old when I got a job as a teacher at St Edith’s. I drove into the school in my little Toyota the day before teaching started. There were already some girls arriving in nice cars. I parked outside the main building and found my way to the headmistress’s office. I knocked on the door which was already half open. The secretary was a slim blonde young woman who greeted me cheerfully.

“Miss Bain isn’t it? I’m glad you’re early. She wants to talk to you. You can go right in.”