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June 15th, 2015

The Great Fire of St. Mary’s

Good intentions go astray, with an unusual twist at the end

By Wendy A

When I was at boarding school in the 1960s we had a Housemistress, Miss Sophie Hill, who had a reputation for realism. She taught chemistry and her experiments were always on an industrial scale; if there is going to be an explosion then it had to be a big bang. Often her experiments had to be moved outside to avoid damage to the chemistry labs or a conflagration. There were often complaints from her fellow teachers who were not amused by the regular disruptions to their lectures when there was a loud explosion. She was much loved by her pupils who seemed to learn and remember chemical formulas by the spectacular reactions that could be produced.
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June 5th, 2015

Spitfire backfires

 An 18th birthday gift is well received, but then things go horribly wrong.

By Wendy A

I will never forget Christmas 1965. I was in my last year at St Mary’s, a prefect and in the first team for hockey. Rather than flying out to spend Christmas with my parents in India, the whole extended family was gathered at home in Oxfordshire. We had gathered to celebrate my Great Grandmother’s 100th birthday and for me, more importantly, my 18th birthday.

Our house was large by modern standards and could accommodate most of the close family; a few more distant relatives and friends had been placed at the local pub and a rather elegant hotel nearby.
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March 7th, 2015

The After Effects – Sylvia is Caned

The series continues

By Wendy A

(I started this chapter several months ago and had intended to shelve it. By request I have reviewed it. Let me know through Kenny if you would like me to continue.)

We were tidying up after lunch when Sylvia announced that she was off to change. A thought crossed my mind. Jenny had never caned anyone before and should have some practice.

“I’ll come with you to fetch the canes.”

We headed off, she opened her bedroom door and we entered.

She handed me the canes and said: “I want a real caning like the one you had at school. I want you to treat me like any pupil.”
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February 18th, 2015

Parent’s Sunday Out

A Trip to the Sea has consequences

By Wendy A

Let me start with an introduction. I was born in the 1950s, the youngest of three children. My brother Peter was several years older than me and David was just one year older. We lived in a large house in the country about 1 hour by train from London. Our Father was a partner in a firm of accountants in the City and spent quite a lot of time travelling to conferences and visiting foreign clients. Our Mother was involved in many charitable works and also spent part of her time in London for meetings and even the odd conference abroad.
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February 12th, 2015

Insurance v Blackmail

Anyone who worked in an office in the 1960s, 70s or 80s will be familiar with this scene.

By Wendy A

I left school in the mid 1960s at 16 plus with three very poor O levels. My parents were very upset that I had not achieved better results that would have enabled me to either do a course at Technical College or be taken on for some sort of apprenticeship or in-house training.

I had a series of dead end jobs, as a waitress, shop assistant, shelf stacker, etc. Most of these jobs were part time and outside normal working hours of 8.30 till 5.00. At times I had more than one job, wages were low but I managed to earn enough to pay some rent to my parents, buy clothes and have a few nights out with friends.
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January 31st, 2015

The Changing Room Raid

A hockey victory celebration goes too far.

By Wendy A

I was recently persuaded to attend an old school reunion by one of my former fellow pupils, Susan. It was some 20 years since I had left Fordham School. I had some fond and not so fond memories of my time there which lasted 2 years as a 6th form A level student. The School was essentially a boys boarding school but had opened up the 6th form to girls a couple of years before I took up residence.

The girls were housed separately from the boys and we kept much to ourselves initially. Most of that years’ intake had previously been at all girls’ schools and it took us a while to adjust. Our fellow male 6th formers had become used to the presence of girls and we were made to feel welcome even if we were the subject of whispers amongst the boys who we soon realised enjoyed visually undressing us.
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April 7th, 2013

The After Effects, Winter Term Ends

Another instalment of the series

By Wendy A

The next morning as I was having a cup of tea there was a knock on my door, it was Millie. She had on her dressing gown and she explained that she had just had a shower. I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “Go on into my bedroom.”

She did and I followed. She let her dressing gown fall to the floor and lay on my bed face down. Her bottom had turned from red to black and blue over night, it still looked rather painful. I took some cream and started massaging it into her bottom. She made moaning sounds, was it pain or ecstasy? A few minutes later I found out. I kissed her on the cheek and said that I was going for a shower; she could stay there as long as she liked.
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April 1st, 2013

The After Effects, the Winter Term (continued, part II)

The series continues

By Wendy A

There were only about 3 weeks to go before the end of term and the highlight for me would be the mixed hockey match against Thornbury, St Joseph’s and Hillsdown. We had drawn against Thornbury the previous term and I was determined that we would win the next match.

One morning both Hugh and I had a free period and decided to meet in his study for coffee. “How are things going in Devon House?” He enquired.

“Nothing much other than three stripey bottoms on view in the showers.”

“I know what you mean,” he replied. “We have a few of those in School House. I was wondering whether you had anything planned for the Easter holidays? I was thinking of going to the cottage with some friends and would love you to be there. My parents will be away in the South of France for part of the holidays.”
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March 25th, 2013

Humiliation in Bolgovia

A world tour leads a girl to some strange customs

By Wendy A

During my last year at University several of us set about planning what we would do after Uni. A few were already signed up to start work but a majority were in favour of taking a year out to explore the world. Till then my foreign horizons were limited to France, Spain and Germany.

Our discussions progressed and others came on board; by May we had become a group of 16, six guys and the rest girls. It had also become clear that most of us had specific aims to visit countries that were not necessarily of interest to others. We set about formulating an overall plan whereby some could leave the main group and then rejoin again for the next stage. The overall plan consisted of 4 months in Europe, 4 months in Asia, 2 months in Australia, 2 months in South America and finally 2 months in North America and a return to the UK at the end of July.
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March 18th, 2013

Ministry of Justice 2060

A Look at how the future might be

By Wendy A

It’s September 2060 and I recently started a new job that I thought may be of interest to some of you.

I was brought up in the 40’s and 50’s, a period of utter chaos which just deteriorated from about 2050. There were riots most weekends and even the few demonstrations that started peacefully descended into full blown riots before the police and military began to gain control. Even when the centre of the disturbance was encircled and the flames doused, the fire was reignited a short distance away.

Life was chaotic, there were regular power cuts, buses and trains ran infrequently, our school was closed more than it was open, in short anarchy reigned. The centres of towns and cities were transformed into no-go areas and few older people ever went out after dark.
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