Posts tagged ‘Steven Wilson’

June 7th, 2018

Late

A schoolgirl learns  there is no excuse for unacceptable behaviour

By Steven Wilson

Laura Williams was late. She had never been late for school before but as she glanced at her watch it was a real possibility that she would be today. She hardly ever dozed off again in bed once her alarm had gone off, so why on this of all mornings did she have to do so when her mother had left early for work so she was not around to give her a reminder to get up.

In a state of panic, Laura had leapt out of bed, pulled her nightie off and put her uniform on, skipped breakfast, grabbed her bag and raced out the front door, slamming it shut behind her. By her reckoning, if she hurried and ran part of the way, she might just get to school on time. As she set off down the road she resisted the urge to run too fast as it brought attention to herself and was all rather embarrassing.
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April 30th, 2018

Secretary

A secretary is offered an unusual training program to help correct her errors.

By Steven Wilson

Richard Allen lifted his eyes from the papers strewn across his desk and allowed himself to be distracted by the sight presented before him. On the far side of his desk, perhaps eight feet in front of him, was Sandra Holt, his secretary. She had her back to him and was bending over scrabbling around in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet searching for a file of some description. Most women would probably have squatted down on their knees to do such a task but Sandra had bent at the waist and now her bottom was thrust upwards and outwards towards Richard’s desk, a vision he found hard to take his eyes away from.
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September 26th, 2017

Curiosity

A girl who has never experienced corporal punishment decides it is time to satisfy her curiosity. By a new writer to us.

By Steven Wilson

My name is Shona Jenkinson. I am currently nearing the end of my first term at University where I have embarked on a degree in Accountancy. However, the events I wish to relate to you occurred in my final year at St Marys School for Girls which I attended until a few months ago.

I should perhaps first describe myself to you. I have just celebrated my nineteenth birthday and am often told I am an attractive young lady. I am five foot eight tall with an athletic build, coming no doubt from my liking for and active participation in several sports. I have shoulder length blonde hair, an infectious smile, and a cheerful personality. Physically I have long toned legs and thighs, slim waist and a firm round bottom. The only part of me I wish were different are my breasts as I am rather conservatively endowed in that department.
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