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From Uniform Girls 7 ‘Sixteen would certainly be much too old to start ballet if a girl were hoping to take it up  professionally ,’ declared Edward Repton. ‘Of course. But as a healthful exercise, as a system of physical and mental training and discipline, then almost any age is suitable. For that 16 is admirable, and I applaud your intention.’ Elizabeth Milbury flushed slightly. ‘Oh I’m so pleased.’ They were in the Milburys’ sitting room; Edward Repton, Mrs Milbury and her daughter Sarah who was 16-and-a-half. The Milburys had only recently moved to the area and Mrs Milbury had heard about Mr Repton from one of her new neighbours. ‘Girls of that age need an interest,’ Monica Wilmot had said. ‘Otherwise all they can think of is boys.’ Elizabeth certainly agreed and ballet training was such a marvellous idea, the only thing was that Sarah might be a little old to start. Monica said she knew Mr Repton did start girls at th...

From Blushes 41 Did you know, Jean, that the tawse is still in use in many Scottish schools? Both boys and girls schools?’ The young nose wrinkled and a faintly puzzled expression appeared. ‘Er… what exactly is a tawse, Miss Cameron?’ A look of exasperation crossed the face of the stern-featured woman. ‘You really mean to say you do not know what a tawse is? Having lived eighteen years north of the border…’ ‘No… I don’t, Miss Cameron. I think I may have heard the word used in some connection,’ replied the fair-haired Jean. Miss Cameron ejected a scoffing laugh. ‘Connection! That’s good. The connection, I may tell you Jean, is with the bare behind of schoolchildren who don’t behave themselves. Because the tawse is a length of leather, often split into two at its end.’ The girl blinked nervously. ‘Y-You mean it’s a strap… a punishing strap?’ ‘That’s what I mean,’ said Miss Cameron bluntly. ‘What is more, Jean, I may say th...

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By Andrew Grantham from Janus 160 Wendy Baker, the Principal of St Priscilla’s, surveyed the just-bared bottom of the attractive eighteen-year-old bent over in front of her. It was a delectably full bottom, perfectly ripe for the punishment which deservedly awaited it. The vale dividing the succulently-rounded buttocks was long and deep. Excellently-sculpted thighs supported Sophie Smith’s luscious rear. The short-haired, blonde girl’s peach-shaped sex cleft was blatantly exposed due to her feet being planted some distance apart. Some of St Priscilla’s delinquents tried, in vain, to conceal their intimate treasure, but Sophie Smith had never attempted to do so. It was her third caning. Miss Baker; an attractive, highly-qualified, young woman wondered whether the girl would ever mend her ways. Sophie had become, very much, a disruptive influence at St Priscilla’s. As Wendy shuffled into position behind the girl, she briefly...