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.

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.

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.

Tom's School Days 13

Here it is, the next instalment of Tom's story. This will be the last one for this year, but I will be back in 2012, with Tom, Stephanie, Amanda, and all the rest. Take care, be kind to yourselves, have a very merry Christmas, Dear Readers.

'Stand up, my dear,' John said, and Tom watched in stunned amazement as Stephanie rose to her feet. Despite the situation she did it with grace, as if her body naturally expressed a knowledge that she was worth looking at. She let her arms hang by her side and made no effort to cover herself.

'I thought...' Tom stammered.

'Ah, you thought that you had locked the door and no one would bother you?'

'I suppose,' he replied.

'Thing is, Tom, it is Tom, isn't it? that you forgot something.'

'Oh!'

'There is a slate in the common room where you write down when you take the key to the Tower. Writing your name makes us know it is occupied. No one will disturb you. As it is, the Tower could have been empty.'

'Drat!' Stephanie whispered.

'Furthermore,' John, said, 'there is no note about you taking somewhere there, either.'

'I am really sorry,' Tom said.

'As you should be.'

'What will happen now?'

'Don't worry, Tom, this is a minor infringement, no need for a punishment.'

'Oh, thank you, I won't do it again.'

'I am sure you won't.'

Then silence fell. John stood looking at Stephanie, a smile on his face, his eyes burning. Stephanie was standing, erect, proudly, still very naked. Tom, on the other hand, was slowly rising from the armchair.

'The girl, on the other hand,' John said, and Tom turned to Stephanie who turned to him, their eyes meeting for a brief and worried moment.

'What about Miss Burns?' Tom said.

'I'll come to that,' John said, 'but first something more pleasurable. Turn around.'

Stephanie turned slowly. Tom say John raise his eyebrows as her bottom came into view.

'It's the talk of the school, you know. You do have a talent for this.'

'Well, thank you,' Tom felt how he blushed.

There were still marks on Stephanie's bottom, although her bottom had started to heal.

'God was in a good mood, when he created you,' John said, still smiling, as Stephanie turned her face towards him again. 'But you being here calls for a punishment.'

'But surely,' Tom said, 'it's not her fault that I forgot to write it down.'

'No, but that doesn't matter.'

'Doesn't it?'

'No, this calls for a punishment.'

Stephanie remained silent throughout.

'I think,' John continued, 'that this bottom is not yet fit for a proper punishment. I think we will have to think of something else.'

'What could that be?' Tom asked. He felt that he was responsible for the whole thing and should try to make it as easy for Stephanie as possible.

'The only thing I can think of is that Miss Burns join the Pea Soup Society.'

'The Pea Soup Society!?'

'You know what it is, don't you?'

'Yes, yes, of course.'

'She has the body for it, it will be a delight. You know we have Soup Night, coming up?'

'Yes, I know.'