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The Head Girl

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First part of a two part photo-story, from Roué 40 When Daphne Hobbs was appointed Headmistress of Barningham High she immediately encountered something of a problem. For a full twenty-four years prior to her being offered the post, the school — an independent, fee-paying establishment — had been run by two, now retired, spinster sisters. In their wisdom — and not without a little financial pressure, the governors had decided that one woman — providing the person concerned was suitably efficient — would be sufficient to cope with the day-to-day running of the school. So, where there had been two there was now only the one. Of course, Miss Hobbs had done her very best to convince her prospective employers at her interview that she would be able to manage and, indeed, this had proved to be the case… in all but one department. The school’s governors were steadfast believers in the efficaciousness of corporal punishment; Barningham ha...

That’ll Teach ‘Em

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Miss Johns

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From Janus 19 with some nice Paula Meadows illustrations, including a couple I’ve “borrowed” from the story Miss Grey (which I’m unlikely to post as it has a primarily F/M theme). We received this female reader’s story accompanied by the letter printed below. As the writer did not give her full address we are treating MISS JOHNS as an anonymous fantasy based on personally experienced realities, and we therefore withhold the surname she gave. Dear Sir, I was introduced to your magazine by my current boyfriend, who likes to spank me. I have enclosed a little story that I have written, in response to your invitations to contributors. It is loosely based on my own experiences when I was a schoolgirl not too many years ago. I went to a girls’ Church of England Secondary School. The Headmistress had a caning stool, over which we had to bend when we got caned. The school used the cane rather a lot, probably something to do with sparing the rod and spoiling the child. We were automatical...