The riverbank
The summer’s last, belated burst of sunshine masked a surprising chill in the late evening air. Tilly shivered as she walked briskly up the street – biting her lip as she swung open the gate and walked...
View ArticleThe next time
A girl, slight, shaking, standing before her Housemaster’s desk, shifting nervously from foot to foot. He studied a piece of paper intently, then set it down on the desk. He peered over his reading...
View ArticleTempus fugit
JANUARY, 1983 She hadn’t wanted to be chosen. The anonymity of her first term had suited her just fine. Make a few friends – not too many, not being the overly-gregarious type. Try and work hard: the...
View ArticleThe headmaster, daddy and me
It always amazes me when I read books and websites full of schoolgirl anecdotes. Every school with its ancient chapel, its hallowed cloisters, its beautiful playing fields and triumphs at hockey. Its...
View ArticleFree book –“The Punishment List”
An eBook with some of my best stories – several from this site, plus others not published here – is available free as a PDF if you click here! You can also download a free 160+ page anthology of the...
View ArticleCouldn’t hurt
Yes, they’d be caned if they were caught. But that would be a price worth paying. Caned girls were cool girls: the centres of attention. Rebels with a cause, martyrs for youth and freedom and breaking...
View ArticleSchool rules
She glanced down again at the form as she walked into the school library. ‘Please report to my study at 8.30pm this evening. You should ensure that you are familiar with Section 13 of the School Rules...
View ArticleSergei
“Simple,” they’d said. “Our scheme gets permission, and Sergei will be a happy man. And when Sergei is happy, he takes good care of his friends. But when Sergei is unhappy…” The silence hung in the air...
View ArticleThe last day of term
The final morning of term; excited thoughts of the holidays ahead tempered only by the thought of the long-awaited, oft-dreaded final House assembly of the academic year. The girls of Oswald House file...
View ArticleObedience
She sat on the edge of the hotel room bed, looking up at him, as if trying to read his mind for clues as to what might be about to happen. Her wrists were raw from the cuffs, just removed: had no-one...
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