Room 2D

Story from Whispers 7 The bathroom was cold. The water in the big white bath looked even colder. Jennie shivered. And it wasn’t only the cold which made her shiver, with goose-pimples all over her bare flesh. Because she was fully aware that Mr Parsons had something exceedingly unpleasant in mind. He was the Junior Maths Master at Daneshill but also doubled as Games Master. Games included swimming, which Jennie loathed. She didn’t simply dislike water, it frightened her. How long would it be before he returned? She shivered again. Before he’d left her alone in the bathroom, he’d told her to strip. Then he’d relented. ‘You can keep your knickers on,’ he said with a half-grin. They were her dark blue school knickers. Well, it had been a concession but it didn’t do much to keep Jennie warm. What did he actually intend to do? Jennie looked at the cold water fearfully again. What he had said was that he intended to cure her once an

From Whispers 5. Not credited, but this is very similar to other R.T. Mason stories. Edward had told her before to be more careful about her parking because she had had a couple of near misses. But as usual there were several things in her mind at once and her proximity to the next car was perhaps not paramount. As she backed there was a jolting crunch. Swallowing, she went forward again and then back at a snail’s pace this time. And then feeling sick got out to look at the damage. It was only then that she realised it was the Head’s car. Sarah’s stomach turned over as she took in the state of the wing, the headlamp. They had only been there a week. St Luke’s School, a minor boys’ public school, where Sarah’s husband Edward had been appointed Housemaster and history teacher. It was a very good appointment, after one year in the hell of a state comprehensive, and naturally he was very anxious to do well — as of course was Sarah. And now she had wrecked the Headmaster’s car! She st

Dear Editor, What a marvellous magazine you produce. It is refreshing to see and read about so many precocious young ladies getting the correct treatment. So long as a girl is still at school, she should be treated as a schoolgirl, and punished when she steps out of line. A number of your articles deal with sexually over-active girls being punished with a good thrashing on that part of their anatomy which the Almighty provided for the purpose. It is my experience however, that such activity often begins at a much earlier age than most of the cases which you quote, and it is most important to nip such activity in the bud. I have personal experience of two such cases. Firstly, some years ago, we had charge of my wife’s niece, when her parents were abroad. One afternoon, I discovered her reading  Lady Chatterley’s Lover . The rest of the family were out. I took her up to her bedroom, and after tears and promises of good behaviour