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.'

'Amanda?'

'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.'

'Meeting?'

'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.