Friday, 27 January 2012

Tom's School Days 16

Should I publish longer texts? Are these too short? I don't know. Here is another one, anyway.

Tom was staring in amazement and disbelief as Amanda Tilly, slowly, and deliberately, although a little nervously opened her shirt, and let it slip from her shoulders.

'Really, there is no need...' he started.

'Please, don't worry,' she replied, lowering her gaze.



Before removing anything else, Miss Tilly unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it off. She sat on the bed, dressed in her underwear. Something of her determination seemed to have left her, and she looked nervously at Tom as if to gain his approval.

Something in the way he stared at her, seemed to have given her courage, because the next thing Tom was presented with, was Amanda's newly bared bosom. He liked what he saw.

When completely devoid of clothes she slipped under his covers and Tom was graced with the bliss of having another person in his bed. He was a little shocked as this other person seemed so keen on getting her hands inside his pyjamas.

On the whole it became a memorable night for Tom. Amanda was not the self assured seducer Stephanie was, but what she lacked in confidence she made up for in enthusiasm and eagerness.

In the morning the knickerless Miss Tilly made her way out of his window with a smile on her face. She had come to persuade Tom to join the Society. She felt she may have succeeded. And, moreover, she had not minded the process.

Monday morning was a particularly dreary morning, rainy and damp, and grey. Tom made his way to lectures in a good mood, although he had very little heart for Medieval History.

He couldn't help craning his neck as he walked across the quad, in search for the slender figure of Amanda Tilly.

At noon the rain had stopped, which was unfortunate for Miss Tamara Saddler. Sometimes if the weather was bad, the Headmaster postponed the execution of public punishments, but now the weather allowed it.

In the middle of the central quad a sturdy pole was stuck in the ground. If a punishment had been announced, the students who wanted to watch, which of course was everyone, gathered in the quad to enjoy.

This time Miss Saddler had been sentenced to receive 24 in public, which was considered quite harsh. The crime no one cared about. The only thing that concerned the gathering crowd was the punishment.

The lunch had been eaten and everyone was in a good mood, perhaps with the exception of Tamara herself. Although she was not inexperienced in public punishments, she still wasn't overly keen.

Friday, 13 January 2012

Tom's School Days 15

I know some of your are complaining a bit about the lack of action, and, I assume, especially the lack of spanking actions. There won't be much in this instalment, but a hint of nudity, and a bit of a teaser at the end. It is a story, after all, and it's not just about kinky things, although most things seem to be centred around that at this school.

The weekend was on the whole quite uneventful, not even a public whipping in the quad. The teachers were aware of the fact that many students were away, and preferred to schedule those events to times when there would be a really good crowd.

On the Sunday evening, Tom said good night to his new friends, Mark and Frederick, and left for his room. When he walked through the cloister, caught up in his own thoughts, he heard a loud shriek, followed by screaming, and chuckling, and a roaring. The roaring sounded like that of teenage boys, while the shriek sounded like a girl.

All this together made Tom turn his head, only to see a naked girl at the other end of the cloister, dashing past, followed by some fully clothed boys.

The boys in the GPS are busy tonight, he chuckled to himself. GPS stood for Girl Pantsing Society, and although the expression pantsing sounded very American to Tom, he had considered joining. Especially since the members took this about pantsing so seriously. He liked the idea, but thought that you shouldn't really be mean to girls, so he had decided against joining.

The rest of the evening was as uneventful as the rest of the weekend, and Tom retired to his bed, and had just started to slip into the lovely world of dreams when a sound interrupted him.

He was sure it came from the window. At first, he wasn't sure he was awake, thinking that this may just be part of a dream. Then he heard the noise again and sat up in his bed. Something was really happening with the window.

It was with a sense of disbelief, he saw the window open, and a head peering in. Tom was intrigued, rather than frightened, and stared at the head in order to find out to whom it belonged.

'Amanda!' he gasped, at the same moment as the rest of the person fell in through the window with a crash.

'Oh, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't break anything.'


'Yes, that's me,' she said as she scrambled to her feet.

'What are you doing here?'

'Oh, I just came here to make sure you will still come to our meeting, on Tuesday.'


'Society for the Geographical Study of Maps.'

'Oh, yes, yes, I will come,' Tom mumbled, 'but why did you have to come here, and now?'

'We are keen on your joining,' Amanda said, who had now seemingly plucked up her courage and approached Tom's bed, 'the other girls and me are very anxious you will come.'

'I said I would.'

'Yes, you did, and no one is happier than me.'

'But, I don't understand.'

'I am most anxious to show you my gratitude,' she said, and Tom could see that the ordinary meekness of Amanda Tilly was replaced by a certain confidence, and a very intense light in her eyes.

Tom stared in amazement, as Amanda sat down on his bed, and although he became self conscious, aware of being dressed only in pyjamas, he couldn't take his eyes of Amanda's hands which had started unbuttoning her shirt.

Friday, 6 January 2012

Tom's School Days 14

I am back. I hope you have had a Happy Christmas and will have a Merry New Year. I will continue with the story of Tom.

Tom looked at Stephanie. She looked at him with an inscrutable expression on her face. Was she upset at the prospect of joining the Pea Soup Society? Or was she pleased? Some girls actually joined voluntarily.

Tom was new in the the Mushy Pea Club, but he knew a lot about it, everyone did. It was common knowledge that the common room was forbidden for girls, with one important exception, the Pea Soup Society. It was a tradition that the girls in the society would join the Club Members at certain occasions and entertain them.

Soup Night was one of those occasions, and although the nature of the entertainment wasn't common knowledge there were a lot of rumours. Those rumours spoke of singing and dancing. Although the singing and dancing by itself wasn't that sensational, the word was that it included a certain amount of nudity, and that the dancing wasn't just of the chaste ballet kind, but something quite different.

Tom had to admit that he was a little curious about Soup Night, and this curiosity had been fuelled anew with the prospect of seeing Stephanie joining the choir.

Later, as Stephanie and Tom left the Tower, he tried to figure out what she was thinking. He looked at her, as they walked across the quad. They stopped for a while before splitting up.

'I am sorry,' Tom, said, looking down.

'Don't worry,' she replied, and smiled, 'I was going to join anyway.'

'Were you?'

'Yes, of course.'

'I don't believe you.'

'Who could say no to a little naked choir singing? And especially if you are in the audience.'

'You're just trying to be nice.'

'I wouldn't use the word nice,' she said and smiled.

Tom returned to his room with a strange mix of feelings. Stephanie didn't seem too upset about her punishment, and although they had been interrupted and Tom had been very embarrassed, he had been treated to the full view of Stephanie with no clothes, and the prospect of the upcoming Soup Night.

The next day was Saturday, and some students were allowed home, but quite a few spent their weekend within the walls of the school. Tom was one of them. He sat most of the day in the common room of the Mushy Peas Club. He tried to focus on his studies but his mind wandered.

He couldn't get Stephanie out of his mind, and although she took up a lot of his thoughts, another girl insisted on entering too. Now and again he saw the small frame of Amanda Tilly for his inner eye. Sometimes he saw her fair bottom as he was striping it, and other times he saw her eager face when she urged him to join the illustrious Society for the Study of Geographical Maps.

He shook his head. It seemed like such a daft thing, meeting in the Dungeon in order to look at maps. But she had been so enthusiastic, and he had promised.