Long Time, No See

Haven't been writing much, lately, have I? Truth to be told, I don't know what to write. That's not strictly speaking, true. What I meant was that I don't know what to write for the blog. I do write, and I do want to write and publish. I do write other stuff, not fit for the blog, and I have been focussed on that, lately.

Writing on this blog has really given me confidence, and that is thanks to you, dear Readers (if you still see this). I didn't think anyone would want to read what I wrote when I started. Gradually I have come to believe I can write, and that has been very important for me. So thanks!

Somehow I don't feel the urge to write my fantasies on the blog, like I did before. I'm not saying I'm closing the blog, just that I need to think what to do with it. If there are readers still, out there, I don't mind hearing from you. Are you, like me, interested in what hides behind the fantasies?

I have more and more come to be fascinated by the themes that fantasies touch upon, not just for pleasure, or entertainment, but for what they mean to me, to you, to us. I think, as you know, that there is more going on below the surface, that it isn't just a pastime, for a thrill. I think fantasies touch upon emotions and experiences that are hidden for us. I am not so naïve that I think we can analyse everything that's there, but still, to me, fantasies are more than just entertainment.

Tell me what you think. And if you don't want to, don't. Have a lovely Christmas, and a brilliant New Year, all the same.

I have started to moderate the comments, and that is not because anyone has been rude, but because the spam-filter has started to let through a lot of spam, and I will not be able to monitor the blog during Christmas. So if you comment, don't despair, I will read them. And hopefully this will be only a temporary measure.

I have added a picture to this blogpost, completely unrelated to the text, just to cheer you up.

Tom's School Days 26

I have been sloppy, and slow, I know that. And this story may be of the more sillier kind. Anyway, here is another instalment, read and make what you want of it. I am taking a summer break from blogging, and will be back in August. Maybe I have some other stories or thoughts to share, then.

When I started writing this, I was a bit carried away by the silliness of the idea of a school full of resourceful and kinky students, both female and male, all bent on having a good time. It is a bit of coming of age story when it comes to Tom, but otherwise there is not much of a plot. I have enjoyed writing it, but maybe it will come to an end, unless I can think of something really exciting.

Take care, Dear Readers, if you are still out there. I still enjoy writing, although I write less that is suitable for the blog, nowadays. My mind has not changed, so I would like to put whatever is suitable on the blog, but as it is, this will have to wait until I get back. I do love to hear from you, and any suggestions about the blog is welcome.

Some girls were very skilled in a type of dance that may only be labelled as oriental, or belly dancing. Although they didn't wear much more than their bikinis while dancing, they had enhanced them by adding strips of silk that gave the illusion of flowing skirts.

Tom was mesmerised. This was so out of the ordinary, that he could hardly believe he was still at his school. And when the undulating movements of the dancing girls caused them to drop what little they were wearing, his delight was complete. In the end they were completely naked, and the club members were cheering.

Finally the dinner was over and the members began to circulate through the rooms of the club. The girls from the Pea Soup Society retook their roles as waitresses, and mingled among them with trays with glasses and bottles of port and sherry.

To Tom's great delight he noticed that the girls hadn't donned their tops, and were now quite exposed to his eyes. Some of them were even naked, and many members of the club found it hard to keep their hands away.

Tom found John and Mark in a sofa together with three of the society's members who were quite unclad. They seemed to enjoy it as much as the club members, though, as they were laughing and giggling.

The whole thing was evolving into a kind of orgy, and although Tom was generally intrigued by the idea of orgies, he was a little too shy to really participate. He walked around and observed instead.

In another room there were another kind of entertainment arranged. As Tom entered a member of the club explained to him that some students had volunteered to let the members try out their equipment.

Tom saw that along one wall, five strange pieces of furniture had been placed. They looked like desks from a class room, but not quite. The purpose of them was clear enough. On each of these devices a girl knelt, leaning over its highest part, their bottoms turned towards the room.

Furthermore, the girls were naked, and around each of them a group of club members had gathered. They were discussing the tools they handed around among themselves, discussing the pros and cons of martinets, canes, leather belts, and wooden boards.

From time to time sharp reports resounded through the room, the sound of wood, or leather, or whatever material of the tool, on naked skin. Those reports were accompanied by whimperings, and squeals.

Tom was intrigued by this, and the closer he got, and the more he saw of the naked bottoms and backs of the volunteer girls, he felt the urge to try one of the tools himself.

It was obvious they had just started, since the bottoms on display were still mostly unmarked, only the odd pink patch, or red stripe.

Tom got a funny feeling when he drew near the girl furthest to the left. He seemed to recognise the dark hair and the general build of that girl. He moved so he could see her face.

'Amanda!' he gasped.

'Tom,' she replied, and smiled, 'hi. I thought I would find you here.'

'Annabelle,' he said, as the red haired girl beside Amanda turned her head.

'Tom,' Annabelle said, and smiled too.

Tom's School Days 25

I didn't say the story has run its course, only that I might put other things up, as well. To be honest, I'm not sure where this will go, but at the moment, I have a couple of more instalments. I may put something different up, in a short while, we'll see. In the meantime, read the next part of the story.

Tom was excited as he dressed up for the Soup Night. He had put on his best suit, and his crispest shirt. In fact it had never been as crisp and well ironed since his mother had done it for him. The reason it was so well taken care of was that Amanda had volunteered to iron it.

Tom had been a little surprised and concerned, but accepted her offer. She had also quite like the kiss she gave him when she was done. He was puzzled, though, when she had thanked him.

The entrance to the Mushy Peas Club was flanked by burning torches, and many of the other students had gathered outside to see the members arrive. Tom felt like a celebrity when he walked up to the entrance.

Inside the hallway was lit by a multitude of candles, and Tom stood in awe for a while. He was snapped out of it by something that made him even more surprised, and perhaps even more delighted.

A girl asked to take his coat. It was unusual to find a girl inside the club, but that was not all. This girl was barefoot, dressed in the tiniest of black skirts he had ever seen. In fact, it was so minimal that he could see that she was wearing equally black knickers. Above the skirt he found very little, bar a bikini-top.

He thought he had seen the girl before, she was called Janet, or Susan, or something. What was more important, was that he had noticed her for being exceptionally pretty. Seeing her dressed like that made him see that her physical features matched her pretty face.

When he entered into the hall where the long table had been set with a white table cloth and candles, he found that there were more girls scurrying around, all dressed in a similar way.

When Tom spotted Stephanie among them, he thought that this may be the members of the Pea Soup Society.

Tom greeted Frederick and Mark, and chatted with them for a while. He had wanted to talk to Stephanie, although he didn't know what he really wanted to say. She seemed very busy so it had to wait.

The members of the club sat down to have dinner, and Tom realised that it was not the role of the members of the Pea Soup Society to participate in the dinner, it was their role to wait at the table.

The dinner was grand, with a number of courses, fowl, fish, meat, and also cheese, bread, fruit, and of course the pea soup.

In addition to the pea soup they slurped, there was entertainment performed by the Pea Soup Society. There was an elaborate programme of singing and dancing.

Firstly the entire membership of the Society sang and danced. Tom was surprised and fascinated by their skill. Their voices were harmonious and their movements enticing. Tom was excited by the fact that the members had dispensed with their tiny skirts.

Stephanie and four other girls sang and danced, and this time they wore even less. They had stripped off their tops and seemed to make an effort to entertain by creating interesting movements with their breasts. This caused a lot of hilarity among the seated members of the club.

Tom's School Days 24

I get so preoccupied with this story so I forget I can write something else. That is, something else fit for the blog. Maybe I should take a break and write something different? I don't know.

Tom was a little hesitant in the beginning, being a little overwhelmed by the sound of the leather of his belt against Stephanie's soft bottom. And the sounds of distress she uttered. She didn't protest, or say anything so he kept on.

He got into a pace of smacking her, and sensing her wriggle in his lap. In a way he found that he actually enjoyed the sensation of her body moving against his. It encouraged him to smack a little harder, to increase the frequency.

Soon he was smacking along, in a good, steady pace. Stephanie was panting, and sighing, and giving out small pathetic sounds of distress. In his current state of mind, those sounds only made him want to spank her more. So he did.

Tom stopped to take a breath, and happened to look down on Stephanie's buttocks. They were now not only bruised from before, but had taken on a very active red colour. Suddenly Tom felt bad about spanking her.

'Maybe,' he said, hesitantly, 'maybe we are done.'

Stephanie didn't reply.

He put down the belt, and stared at her bottom for a while. Then he gently touched her right buttock. Stephanie let go of a strange sound, like a sigh. Her skin felt hot.

The next thing he knew, he was caressing her buttock, sensing the skin under his hand. Stephanie wriggled in his lap. He extended his attention to the other buttock. He was captivated, and thought that he should, perhaps, not do this, but since Stephanie didn't protest, he decided to continue.

In his exploration of Stephanie's buttocks, he happened, accidentally to let his fingers slip in between them, and was surprised by the reaction he got. Stephanie moaned. First he thought that perhaps she was in pain.

Then he couldn't help himself, so he did it again. This time she wriggled. The third time she whimpered, and began to squirm. He was quite surprised by her reaction.

With a sigh, and a wriggle, she slipped off his lap.

'Oh, did I hurt you?'

He didn't get a reply. Stephanie's body began to shiver, and Tom was convinced she was in pain. Then she looked up at him, with tears in her eyes.

She wasn't sobbing, she was laughing.

She struggled for breath, she was laughing so much. Tom was confused. He stared at her, and didn't understand a thing.

Stephanie was still laughing as she got to her feet, and pulled her knickers up.

'I...I got to go,' she had a hard time talking, she was sobbing with laughter.

'What's the matter, did I do something wrong?'

'No, Tom, nothing wrong, that was great. You're such a silly boy, at times. But I love you for that.'

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she went away. Tom was left on the bench, with his belt by his side, and his mind more confused than ever.

Tom's School Days 23

Soon Tom forgot to feel guilty, and focussed completely on Stephanie's lips, lips and tongue. In fact, her use of her mouth was so persuasive that he even forgot to be cautious. He had had too many bad experiences in similar circumstances, so something was only to be expected.

As it happened no one came, no one interrupted them, so Stephanie had time to show off her skills regarding this kind of activities.

Tom had to bite his lip in order not to cry out loud. And soon he was unable to hold it back, even if he may have wanted to.

When they were done, and his precious member was back in its confinement, Stephanie looked up at Tom, and smiled.

'Steph,' he sighed.

'I know,' she purred.

'I don't know what to say.'

'You don't have to say anything.'

'But...what about you?'

'What about me?'

'I mean, what about you? How are you...I mean, don't you want...?'

'No, that's quite all right, I'm happy if you're happy.'

'Really?'

'Really!'

'I feel like I should, you know, do something for you.'

'If you really want to do something for me...'

'Yeah, I do.'

'There is something you could do.'

'Any time.'

Stephanie rose up, but instead of standing up, she seemed to slip over his knees, in a slithering, very soft moment, until she was lying on his thighs.

'Is this what I think it is?' Tom said.

'I think it is.'

'But Steph, you have just been caned.'

'I am healing well.'

'Are you sure?'

'I am sure.'

'But why would you want to...you know...?'

'Don't ask.'

'All right.'

Tom stared at Stephanie's bottom, clad in her regulation skirt.

'With my hand, then?' he asked.

'If you haven't brought anything sharper.'

'No, I don't think so.'

'If you want, Tom, you could always use your belt.'

'My belt?'

'Yes, you know, your belt, the thing that holds your trousers up.'

'Oh, my belt.'

'Yes, your belt.'

'Do you really want that?'

'Mmmm.'

Tom hurried to unbuckle his belt and pull it from his trousers. He held it in his hand, and saw that he could actually get a good swing with it.

'Are you sure?'

'I'm sure.'

'Ready?'

'Ready, but you're forgetting something.'

'What?'

'Skirt?'

'Oh.' Tom lifted Stephanie's skirt. He was suddenly very embarrassed since his member reacted to the sight of her knicker-clad bottom. He hadn't expected that, having exhausted it just recently.

'Well then...,' he said.

'We're not ready yet.'

'You mean...?'

'Yes.'

'Oh.' Tom took hold of Stephanie's knickers and pulled them down. She obediently lifted her hips to help him.

'Now, then, ready?'

'Yes.'

Tom hesitated. He looked at Stephanie's bottom. There were still some bruises and marks left, but somehow it seemed as if she was right, that she was healing well. Tom still wasn't sure if he should really.

'We can't wait all night,' Stephanie said.

'All right, then, here it comes. How many?'

'Your call.'

'All right.'

Then he smacked her. Stephanie jumped, and let out a moan.

Tom's School Days 22

'How did I do?' Tom asked Amanda, as they walked together from the Dungeon. The other girls had left before, so they were alone, as Amanda locked the door and they left together.

'You did well,' Amanda said, 'brilliantly.'

'I wasn't too harsh?'

'No, not at all, she deserved it.'

'I kind of got carried away.'

'You liked it, then?'

'Truth to be told, Amanda, I think I did. And I feel bad about that.'

'Why?'

'It seems wrong to enjoy such a thing.'

'Why would that be wrong?'

'She was in pain, and I just...enjoyed it.'

'Everybody's happy then!'

'What do you mean?'

'What do you think I mean?'

'She can't have...I mean...she really can't...can she?'

'She knows the rules.'

'I wouldn't enjoy it, not like that.'

'We're all different, let's leave it at that.'

'Perhaps that's for the best.'

'Let me put it like this. I know, for a fact, that you have got yourself some admirers. And that your actions haven't really helped preventing the breaking of rules.'

'I don't understand your lot.'

'You mean us, or girls in general?'

'Both, I think.'

Amanda was smiling as she left. Tom stood for a while, watching her leave. He was strangely pleased with the sight of her, how she moved, the silent confidence, or was it happiness, that her almost skipping walk revealed.

'Tom!' a voice came from the darkness of the cloister.

'Steph?'

'Yeah, it's me.'

'What you're doing there?'

'What you're doing with the weird girls?'

'I don't know, Steph, truth to be told, I don't know.'

'They're a creepy bunch.'

'I wouldn't call them creepy. Weird is all right, but not creepy.'

'That Amanda Tilly girl, she is strange. And her friend, the red haired one...'

'Annabelle.'

'Perhaps. Anyway, she was stripped by GPS the other night, and she was given detention. She deserved it, silly girl!'

'It was FDF, actually.'

'You know a lot about that.'

'Never mind.'

'Talking about stripping...'

'Are you serious?'

'I'm always serious. Let's sneak into the garden.'

'Is it safe?'

'As safe as it gets, around here.'

'Sorry about the Tower.'

'Don't be.'

They found a secluded corner in the Garden. Tom sat on the stone bench, with Stephanie beside him. She wasted no time. Her hand slipped down his trousers.

'What have you been up to?' she giggled.

'Oh, nothing much.'

'Was it because of seeing little me?'

'Perhaps.'

Tom hadn't realised how aroused he had been when whipping Annabelle, and now he didn't want to tell Stephanie about it.

As Stephanie's fingers gripped his member, his thoughts wandered away to the meeting in the Dungeon, to Annabelle's naked body, her round and fair bottom, and to the vicious cane in his hand, and to the sound of it as it travelled through the air, towards its encounter with her soft buttocks.

He felt a little guilty for thinking of Annabelle at the same time as Stephanie helped his sex out of the confinement of his trousers, and how she, still with her fingers around it, slid down on her knees, and let her lips move to embrace it.

Tom's School Days 21

At last some action!

Tom was amazed, and overwhelmed. His mouth was dry, but he could not deny the excitement that came with the thought of swinging the dreaded cane at Annabelle's fair bottom.

'Are you sure?' he said, with uncertainty.

'Very sure,' Amanda said, 'and twelve is lenient.'

'But why does she have to be punished? I mean, she's already been in detention.'

'That's the laws of the Society.'

'I see.'

'If you please,' Amanda said, and gestured towards Annabelle.

Tom walked closer to the naked girl, held down across the armrest of the sofa. He placed the cane across her buttocks, to take aim. Annabelle's body twitched as the cane touched her naked skin.

Tom pulled the cane back, hesitated and let it fly through the air. The sound was tremendous, and reverberated through the room. It sounded sharper and more menacing because of the bare stone walls in the Dungeon.

Annabelle squirmed but could not move much. A red stripe was forming across her bottom. Tom felt cruel for beating the poor girl. Her helplessness seemed to be emphasised by her nudity, and the fact that she was firmly held in place by the other Society members.

Tom delivered the second lash, and Annabelle whimpered. This made Tom feel even crueller. He saw the second stripe begin to glow on Annabelle's fair skin.

When the third lash hit home, Tom felt different. There was a certain kind of thrill inside him. And when the fourth hard lash from the cane hit Annabelle's bared bottom elation filled his mind.

He thoroughly enjoyed the five following ones. Annabelle was in agony, as her bottom begin to become criss-crossed by the marks of her punishment.

Then he realised there were only three left. It seemed a pity, now that he had begun to enjoy it. He stopped and thought he should focus, and make the most of them. He heard Annabelle sobbing, and for a moment it made him concerned. The next moment he was overcome with something different, a sensation where her sounds of distress actually heightened his pleasure, when he realised that it was not just the sight of her bottom, and the sound and feel of it, that pleased him, but the fact that he caused her agony. He felt cruel but wonderful.

He deliver the last three with gusto, making sure the fair Annabelle really felt them. When he was done, he stood back. The room was in silence. The only sound the disturbed that silence was the quiet sobbing of Annabelle.

The other girls stared at Tom, and for a moment he wondered if they were angry, if he had gone too far, been too harsh and cruel, and that they now disliked him. He had only to look another time, to realise that it was a completely different sentiment that met him. What he saw in their eyes was admiration, admiration and awe. They liked what he had done.

'Stand up, now, Annabelle, and thank the executor for punishing you,' Amanda said.

Annabelle was released and scrambled to her feet. Tom say that her eyes were red and wet, and she looked very solemn as she turned to him.

'Thank you for punishing me,' she said, curtsied, and leaned forward and kissed the cane.

Tom's School Days 20

Spring is not yet in the air, or at least it has gone into hiding today. I hope this will cheer you up, if only just a little.

The Society for the Study of Geographical Maps held its meetings in a room in the so called Dungeon. It was really a basement room, with a nice pillar in the middle, and vaulted roof, making it look a little like a crypt. The room itself had been made cosier by a Oriental rug on the floor, a table, some wooden chairs, and in the corner a sofa and a couple of armchairs.

Amanda opened the meeting. Tom found that he was the only boy there. Around the table sat, beside him, Amanda, Annabelle, and three other girls he had not seen before. They were introduced as Evy, Lara, and Josephine. He was told that Miss Elvine, Sophie Elvine was missing but she had an acceptable cause, as she was being whipped by her English teacher.

Tom thought all the girls present were very pretty, although of the more held back kind. None of them seemed to belong to the group of more flamboyant girls, like Tamara and Stephanie, girls who knew they were beautiful, and had no qualms about showing it.

Amanda led the proceedings, and she told the Society that they had been given, as a loan, a beautiful map of some Prussian woodlands. Amanda would keep it in her room, and the members were welcome to come and study it. She had brought it to the meeting to show the others, and the map took a turn round the table and was duly admired.

Tom was bored but too polite to show it. The next item on the agenda was introducing him as the executor of the Society. The other girls looked pleased as it was announced, and some of them looked with admiration at him. Tom liked being admired, despite the sense of awkwardness it brought.

The last item, except the closing of the meeting, was the announcement of infringements and consequences. It turned out that the fact that Annabelle had been publicly punished for having been stripped by the FDF was such an infringement. The consequences for that was that she had to be punished. Furthermore it was the executors duty to perform this task.

Before Tom knew it, the girls were on their feet. Amanda ordered Annabelle to strip naked, which she promptly did, although blushing violently. Tom was asked to come forward, and Amanda picked from a bag a very menacing cane, which she handed to Tom.

Annabelle was told to place herself across the armrest of the sofa, and when she was in position, the other girls arranged themselves around her. Tom was told to be so kind and to punish the girl.

The only thing he managed to say was: 'how many?'

'Oh, we haven't decided that,' Amanda said.

The girls put their heads together and whispered for a while.

'Twelve,' Amanda announced.

'Very Well,' Tom said, stiffly.

He couldn't help staring at Annabelle's upturned bottom as the other girls grabbed her to hold her in place. Amanda stood to the side, while Lara held Annabelle's legs, Evy her arms, and Josephine had a firm grip of her head. She was now ready for her punishment.

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.'

'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.'

'Denuding?'

'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.

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?'

'Pardon?'

'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?'

'No.'

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

'I'll get it sorted.'

'Good.'

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.

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.

'Gratitude?'

'Gratitude!'

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.