Room 2D

From New Blushes 2.20 ‘Hello Fiona.’ ‘Hello sir.’ She closes the door quietly behind her, then goes to stand at attention in front of Mr Brunton’s desk. It is five o’clock, after normal school hours, but school hasn’t finished for Fiona Daltry. It is time for a special training session with Mr Brunton. Henry Brunton, fiftyish and with his bald head and round glasses giving him a somewhat owlish look, is in charge of the school WRAF Cadet Unit. It is an active group because St Monica’s has the RAF Western Command Headquarters just a few miles away and quite a few of the staff send their daughters to the school. Service officers are keen to have proper discipline for their daughters. Well-trained girls make decorous, disciplined young women, the kind of young women a fellow officer will be happy to have as a wife. So the school’s Cadet Unit is well supported. And Henry Brunton you could say has a pretty free hand in disciplining...

From Uniform Girls 1 Group Captain Brian Marshall’s office was to say the least, sparsely furnished. However, he liked it that way. His desk was bare but for his diary and a single sheet of paper. In front of his desk was a plain wooden chair; on the wall facing him hung a mirror. In this the Group Captain could see himself reflected. Vanity? Possibly… but the mirror had been there when he had arrived on the station and he had never bothered to have it removed. Now he looked into that mirror, seeing a head which was steadily balding and a face somewhat lined after twenty four years in the Royal Air Force — ever since he was twenty. One year to go before he could take retirement and a nice fat gratuity. But would he do that? Now, having risen steadily through the ranks to become a Station Commander, with his highly respectable rank, there were quite a number of perks which he would surely miss in civilian life. Like Flight Lieu...

From Blushes 56. Continued from  A Tutor for Amanda . ‘Where was it you went?’ Mr Greeley asks. ‘Oh yes, the South of France. Was it nice? Was it hot?’ They are at Amanda’s parents’ house again. Amanda and Bob are going to live here until they find a flat of their own. But first of all… there is Mr Greeley. Amanda’s two weeks with Arthur Greeley, Disciplinary Tutor. They arrived back from the honeymoon yesterday. Now this morning here is Mr Greeley. To collect Amanda. At times they have been able to forget it but most of the time the dread prospect has been there, either at the forefront of their minds or lurking just below the surface. These two weeks. ‘It’s only two weeks,’ Bob has said, repeatedly. But the truth is that for him, as for Amanda, the two weeks loom like a lifetime. It is impossible to see beyond them. ‘I  can’t  go,’ Amanda has wailed, groaned, again and again. But of ...