The Headmaster’s Daughter
From Blushes 25 Soft moonlight bathed the gaunt oak-panelled study. It was just after midnight. She had heard the clock in the tower strike twelve as she had left her room. Samantha had crept on tiptoe along the landing, down the broad staircase and across the expansive echoing lobby. She grasped the old worn doorknob and turned it slowly. The door opened. Samantha smiled to herself. Daddy never locked the door to his study. There was really no need. None of the boys was permitted inside the old house unless accompanied by a teacher, and the building was detached from the rest of the school. Samantha slipped inside the room and closed the door, feeling a little jumpy as the old door shut behind her with a gentle click. She felt the warmth of the thick pile carpet against her bare feet, so inviting after the cold polished stone of the hallway. Although she was wearing just a very short thin nightie, she felt very warm. On this stil...