Room 2D

Mr Briggs from  Monitors Duty  returns. From Uniform Girls 20 Annie could feel the draught under the door, the age of the house revealed in its gaps like wrinkles on a face. In white shorts and sleeveless yellow T-shirt, she was not dressed for the coolness of the evening. The dress, however, was not voluntary, but compulsory. He had specified exactly what she should wear, and the time at which she must report. Annie wasn’t even sure if the caretaker was  allowed  to punish her, but the risk of querying his motives could lead to an even more severe punishment at the hands of someone in real authority. To be caught out once in a day was careless, to be caught out twice as she had been was downright foolish. The mild caning the caretaker had administered during the thunderstorm in the morning would be as nothing to the swishing she expected to receive in a few minutes. Not wearing a watch, she wondere...

From Uniform Girls 20 The long summer day, humid and sticky, has at last begun to lose its heat as twilight settles over the grounds and uneven rooflines of The Grange. At the foot of the main staircase, in what is known as the ‘front building’, a clock, high up on the wall opposite the stairs, stands at twenty-seven minutes past nine. From the direction of the darkening east wing, comes the thin sound of sporadic whistling, tuneless for the most part, and drawing slowly nearer; and now, from the first floor, the patter of hurrying feet echoes softly around the lofty entrance hall. A girl appears suddenly at the top of the stairs and comes skittering rapidly down them, her blonde hair bouncing, and she scampers across the black and white marble tiles which pave the hall, to a cupboard which is set back into an alcove. She stops in a fluster before the cupboard, her hands at the waistband of her skirt, unclipping and unzipping, w...

The concluding part, from Blushes 75. Nice to see a classic Balcheresque caretaker making an appearance. Lying in bed Amanda gazed up at the darkened ceiling. It was Wednesday night, halfway through her fourth week at St Dominic’s. She would soon have been away from Mike a whole month because they still hadn’t managed to meet since her leaving Gloucestershire. It was  awful , at times she felt really desperate for him — though it had to be admitted at other times Mike was completely out of Amanda’s mind. When something particularly awful was happening to her, for instance, and there had been some pretty awful things since she had started at St Dominic’s. Some of them so awful that Amanda almost felt she must have dreamt them. Mr Lanley and the Squash Club was in that category. As was Mr Mather. Being over his lap with her knickers down, because Mr Mather had carried out that dreadful threat. ( Could  she have dreamt it? A...