It was a little after seven in the evening. The Headmaster was in his study, hunting and pecking at the keyboard that sat atop his large oak desk with its dark forest green inlaid leather top. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. And then, from the door opposite, almost an echo: Tap, tap, tap. 'Come!' The Headmaster called. The study door opened and Matron -- fif...
The Headmaster Ritual (2) Friday, 24 May Portia hunted through her drawers frantically. "Hey, have either of you taken any of my clothes?" she snapped, addressing the other two girls in her dorm. Tara and Lizzy both shook their heads as they got dressed. "Why, what's wrong?" Tara asked, a concerned look clouding her pretty face as she brushed her hair....
George was back late. From seeing Doris he had gone on to make his rounds, seeing various friends, checking on them, sorting matters out. It was what he did. Something of an employment – unpaid of course, but he had his pension. Pensions indeed. It was not a problem. He was back quite late in the day. Ivy had been busy. The house had been cleaned, washing...
Susie Johnson had a sip of her chilled white wine as she got ready for a night out with a couple of her friends. She'd finished her make up and had chosen her sexiest black underwear with black hold up stockings. She had decided to wear her favourite little black dress. She remembered the last time she wore it. She would never forget the day when she was rav...
The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. The diaries are now in the National Archives. As explained in the previous stories, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was w...
Chapter1 He had been watching her move through the lessons of the Academy, a school of submission. She moved with a quiet grace, a sparkle of joy in her eye as she performed her tasks. While watching her, He was reminded of the fawn that she had been named for during early training. Often near the top of her class, she was still unsure of herself but persev...
Winter Sunshine (1) ------------------ Friday, 18 October ------------------ The old Jaguar sped along the main road, the harsh noise of its engine echoing off the stone walls of the row of cottages on the edge of Eastbrook. It quickly climbed the steep slope of the hill, its headlights cutting through the early morning mist. Past the neat rows of new ho...
I'm running a little late for the school prize giving ceremony. My nephew is singing in the school choir as part of the entertainment. The event is to be held in the school grounds on a glorious summer's day with blue skies and just a gentle breeze to keep the temperature to a bearable level. As I approach the seating area with a minute or so to spare I no...
They met two years before, on the other side of the world. Tonight, Sunny and James both thought with bittersweet regret about how they got here - a third floor officetel on the outskirts of Seoul - Sunny, on the tiny kitchen hallway floor, wiped tears from her tightly closed eyes with a corner of her blanket, while James rested with one eye open, on his bed...
“School Disco!” Friday night, doors open 8.30 FREE ADMITTANCE (Anyone wearing a school uniform.) I read the poster, which was advertising our favourite night-club, again. Immediately, I rang my friend, Shelly. “ We are going to have so much fun on Friday. P.J.s’, night-club, is having a special night, and we will get the chance to dress up as schoolgi...