Friday, 24 February 2012

Tom's School Days 19

I'm in two minds, really. One thought is to go on with this story, hopefully with more action in the future, think the story demands that. Or writing something different, and wait with the story. Or perhaps both?

Tom was puzzled by the exchange between Amanda Tilly and the naked girl locked in the niche. He wasn't used to hearing her talking with such authority. She obviously knew the girl being punished with detention, and she took no pity on her. Tom concluded that they most likely were very good friends.

Although Tom found the conversation intriguing, he was far more interested in studying the appearance of the girl in the recess. She had red hair, seemed as slender as, although a tad taller than, Amanda. She was pretty, although Tom wasn't too concerned with her face. He seemed never to tire of studying the female physique, and especially if it was presented in the nude.

'I think I have seen her,' he said, as they walked away.

'That was Annabelle, Annabelle Short. She's in the Society.'


'For the Study of Geographical Maps. You'll see her tomorrow, at the meeting.'

'Yes, I see. I suppose with more clothes on, then.'

It was supposed to be a kind of joke. Amanda just smiled gently.

'But I am sure I saw her yesterday. I remember,' he continued, 'she was being chased by GPS.'

'That's true,' Amanda said, 'that's why she's given detention.'

'Is that really fair. I mean, it wasn't her fault she was being stripped, was it?'

'Depends on how you see things. And whenever did you see students being treated fairly?'

'That's true,' Tom admitted.

'And it wasn't GPS. It was FDF.'

'Never heard of them, what's that?'

'The Fellowship for the Denuding of Females.'


'Fancy word for stripping.'

'But it was Annabelle I saw, then?'

'Yes, she has a knack for that kind of thing.'

'Surely you can't blame her?'

'Not so sure. She rather likes it.'

'Likes it?'

'Never mind, you'll get to know her better. She is nice, though.'

Tom went to his room, bewildered by Amanda. He couldn't really get to grips with her personality. On the one hand, she seemed very shy, very sweet, and kind, but he had seen other sides of her too. She was very confident in her talking to Annabelle, and she had been quite brave when he had caned her. In fact, all signs seemed to point in the direction that she had not just endured it, but rather liked it.

It was yet another side she had shown in his room. And he was not just thinking of the fact that she had been quite naked and soft, but also in her actions, after she had slipped between his sheets.

Amanda Tilly intrigued him, and although he had thought the idea of joining her society rather daft, he was now more eager to see what would come of it. The thought of being acquainted with Annabelle was not an altogether unpleasant one.

The next evening, when Tom went on his way towards the Dungeon, where the meeting was to be held, he felt a thrill of excitement. He had no interest, whatsoever, in the study of maps, but if the other members were female and as pretty as Amanda and Annabelle, it could be worthwhile. Amanda's persistence and eagerness for him to join, made him intrigued. He was looking forward to the meeting.

Monday, 13 February 2012

Tom's School Days 18

Tom couldn't quite get the image of Tamara being caned in the quad out of his head. It wasn't the first girl he had seen being put through that ordeal, but it was the first one he had an idea of who she was. Stephanie obviously knew her, and disliked her. She was without doubt delighted by it all.

The truth was that Tom was delighted too, although he held no grudge against Tamara. For him it was more about the opportunity to see a good looking girl being partly stripped in public, and in addition watching her bottom being whacked with vigour. The practice of whipping girls had been strange and unappealing to Tom, but lately he had gradually come to realise its benefits.

He was on his way back to his room, when Amanda appeared by his side.

'Hi,' she said.

'Hi,' he replied without being able to provide anything more witty.

'Long day?'

'Yeah, a long day,' he tried, in reply, 'where you are the quad, today?'

'Yeah, everyone was there. I saw you went with Steph.'

'Oh, actually,' Tom started, blushing, 'I didn't go with her. She was just there.'

'But you know her, don't you?'

'Yes, I do,' Tom admitted.

'Is she any good?'


'Is she any good? I mean, she obviously fancies you.'

'We haven't...'

'Not like with me?'

'Not exactly...'

'You know, Mr Banks, sometimes the lack of words tell more than an abundance of them.'

Tom didn't know what to reply to that.

They were walking through an archway, that led to the smaller quad that was surrounded by the student homes. To the left was a door into the building, which contained some of the lecture rooms. To the right, set in the wall, were two niches, or recesses, deep enough for a person to stand in them. They both had barred doors that would confine anyone standing in the niche.

These recesses were used for punishment. When a girl was given detention, it was served by her being locked inside.

Amanda stopped in front of one of the niches. A girl was standing inside the barred door. Tom stopped too. He didn't know why, but it seemed as if he was walking with Amanda, and when she stopped, he stopped too.

The girl behind the bars was naked. A girl given detention wasn't always naked, but it was not unusual for her punishment to be added to by having her strip before being locked in. This girl had her hands locked behind her back, with iron cuffs, without doubt to stop her from covering herself.

'You can't be standing here,' Amanda said, to the girl behind bars, 'you have things to do.'

'It's not like I have much choice, have I?' the girl replied, sharply.

'We'll deal with it later,' Amanda said.

'Come on, I didn't put myself here.'

'Didn't you?'


'It's your problem, the minutes from the last meeting must be ready till tomorrow.'

'I'll get it sorted.'


Friday, 3 February 2012

Tom's School Days 17

The Headmaster, Mr Pears, and the Grammar teacher, Mr Saunders came out onto the quad, with Tamara Saddler between them. The crowd became silent, as they marched up to the pole.

Public punishments were formal events, and the teachers didn't waste any time. The Headmaster announced the crime and the punishment. Mr Saunders produced the cane. The Headmaster signalled to Miss Saddler to prepare.

The crowd enjoyed the preparation, almost as much as the punishment itself. There was an almost tangible tension and excitement, as Tamara prepared herself by removing her skirt, giving it to the Headmaster. Mr Saunders applied the cuffs on her wrists, as she stretched her arms on either side of the pole. He unceremoniously pulled the rope attached to cuffs to make her stand on tiptoes.

'I'm going to enjoy this,' a voice whispered in Tom's ear, as he felt a hand take his hand.

He turned his head and saw Stephanie by his side. She didn't look back, she stared at the spectacle and held her breath.

In that moment, Mr Saunders pulled down Miss Saddler's knickers, all the way down to her feet, took them from her and gave them to the Headmaster. Then there was silence, as he lifted the cane.

Tom felt the grip on his hand tighten. He knew Stephanie couldn't stand Tamara, and somehow it made a lot more sense to him, why Stephanie wouldn't let her have the pleasure of watching her being caned in public.

As the cane made contact with Tamara's round and very naked bottom, a surge of excitement washed through the crowd. No one spoke but the delight was obvious. They loved this, everyone loved a good whipping.

Someone sighed, another nodded, as the second lash made Miss Saddler lift her legs in agony. The third sharp cut made her whimper.

This was what they had waited for, the reaction, the moment when the culprit couldn't hold her reactions back.

Already at the number five she was crying. Tom felt how this made Stephanie tremble. She did enjoy it. He knew also, then, that he enjoyed it too.

The cane fell mercilessly on Tamara's unprotected bottom, painting the fair skin in pink and red. The sound resounded round the quad and was accompanied by sighs and gasps from the crowd, as Mr Saunders delivered a particularly good one.

Tom watched in amazement, as Miss Saddler received her punishment. He thought when he had caned Stephanie, in his room, when he had done the same to Amanda, in the Common Room of the Mushy Peas Club. He had never thought he would enjoy it as much as he did. He even enjoyed watching it.

When the last lash had fallen, Stephanie let go of his hand, and before he knew it, she was gone. He turned back to the centre of the quad, where Tamara was being let down, and stood trembling as her clothes were returned to her.

The crowd scattered, and Tom went his way. He had lectures to attend.