Room 2D

Ah, whatever happened to Double Diamond beer? Anyway, a nice story from Blushes 18 with an Alan Bell feel to it. She had been up there before of course, up in Mr Moulton’s attic. Just about all the better-looking ones had ascended those stairs by the time they got halfway through the Sixth Form. Visits to the attic started when you were in the Sixth because that was when the regulations, the edicts of the governors or whatever it was, stated that you could be smacked. Properly smacked on the bottom, that was, as opposed to the odd slap across the leg or something. The good-looking ones and those with nice well-developed seats would be hustled up those stairs with Mr Moulton following close behind as soon as they got in the Sixth Form. Mr Moulton of course would say it was merely to get a proper sense of discipline going as soon as possible — but then he wasn’t going to admit that he just liked to get a girl up there and take h...

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...