Monday, 10 March 2014

Monday, March 10, 2014 -

Tales of Sore Tails - Volume 2

by Jacqueline Scott
Published: Jan 16, 2014
Words: 24,504
Category: general
Orientation: mixed
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It was almost certainly the case that nobody in the compartment of the busy train was looking at her, but Lucy Howard felt that everybody knew why she was there and were surreptitiously peeking at her every time she tried to read her newspaper. Eventually she gave up and gazed out the window as the train sped towards London. Her mind inevitably homed in on where she was going and why.

The school reunion a fortnight ago last Saturday had been the catalyst. She almost hadn't gone. Knowing that her best clothes would almost certainly look dowdy beside her fellow graduates of Collingwood's, the small exclusive school she had attended for six years, and knowing even more certainly that she couldn't afford a new outfit, she had almost decided to give the event a miss. It was only a telephone call from her oldest friend, Debbie, that had persuaded her to change her mind. Now she was heading for London to ... well, why was she going?

In truth she had enjoyed the reunion. Most of the old gang were there even although they were all their mid to late thirties now. None of the teachers remained from her time at the school but they were all made very welcome by the current staff led by the Head Mistress, Julia MacLean and her Deputy, Pamela Jameson. She spent most of her time with Debbie, Carol Hutton, Veronica Bailey and Samantha Smithson wandering around the old place and reminiscing on their time there. Occasionally they would stop and chat with some of the current pupils and that was how the subject came up. Inevitably it was Carol that started it off. She was always outspoken, although by now they had all had at least two glasses of wine.

They were chatting with one of the prefects, a lovely girl named Denise according to her badge when Carol asked, "Do you still get your bare bums spanked?"

"Carol!" Lucy squealed, while the others merely rolled their eyes.

"What? It's a valid question. After all, Lucy, I seem to remember that you were for ever being sent to the Head!"

"It's ok."

The girl they were speaking to had blushed very slightly but was smiling broadly as well. "Yes, we do. Quite often, in fact, although some of us more than others of course."

"Do they still use those damned long-handled paddles? They were bloody painful as I recall."

"Mmm yes we do ... and yes they are! Miss Jameson is a demon when she wields one."

"Miss Jameson? That's the dark haired woman we met earlier?"

"Yes, the Deputy Head. She's great really, but if you step out of line she comes down on you hard."

Denise giggled. "Or at least she comes down on your bottom hard!"

Despite efforts by the others, Carol kept going. "Oh we know what you mean, Denise! It was the same in our day. We all felt that paddle hard and often, especially Lucy here!