When Nora and I started our final year at City College, we were both still on the student newspaper The Salient. In the two years since our break-up, we talked to each other at times, but we didn’t have a lot of interactions elsewhere. Mostly we saw each other in the office on the third floor, and that was about it. One day in early October she came up to me and said, “Paul, I’d like to talk to you about something. Let’s...

Sally could not have known that the Economics teacher kept half an eye on the CCTV monitor on her desk while writing on the board. So she was taken completely by surprise when Miss Woolf turned to the class, picked up her cane from her desk, and pointed it at where Sally and Helen sat. “You two evidently need reminders that talking in class is not permitted unless I ask a question, you first Helen, upfront and bend over t...

Hold-ups slinking up your legs, snapping in place at the top. Plain black bra holding you tight, nipples already swelling against its resistance. Today you are teacher - strict, stern and in control. White shirt, black pencil skirt, hair tied back. No nonsense appearance with a slash of scarlet lipstick, portentous of scarlet stripes to come. You walk downstairs to find him waiting, not quite so confident as usual. He’s u...

“Shit,” Maria said, hissing air through her teeth. “Really? Again?” She spun the steering wheel sharply to the left, took a glance in her side mirror, and finished parking before letting out an exasperated sigh. Her 1999 Ford F-150 had lasted a long while, but this was the third time in as many months that the check engine light had turned on, and Maria was starting to lose her patience. This time, the truck had barely ma...

It is the month of June in the year nineteen sixty-two. After six years at senior school, in less than two months, I will complete my education. Little did I know that it would be the couple of months that would change my life forever. I live in Essex, attend Rockfield Grammar school for girls and find the predicament I find myself in so difficult to comprehend. One minute, I believed I was the most contented girl alive a...

A few weeks after the weekend of the Open day, Fiona was taking a long, lazy breakfast with the Saturday papers. The doorbell rang, and she quickly gathered her dressing gown around her before opening the front door. The postman had her mail together with a special delivery which needed signing for. He handed over a small envelope which was marked ‘Private and Personal’. The name and address were handwritten in a clear ha...

The next morning Fiona stepped quietly out of the room, leaving Tim asleep in the bed. She was horny and had woken, hoping to resume where they had left off the night before, but he was deep asleep. Frustrated and unable to get back to sleep, she had taken a quick shower, deciding to go for a jog in the warm sunshine. She didn’t run a lot, but when the mood took her she quite enjoyed it and it certainly helped tone up her...

Fiona stood up stiffly from the chair and quickly pushed her skirt down. She didn’t want to show Mr Davis any more than she already had done during the caning. Then, without either of them saying anything else, she left the study. As she walked along the corridor towards the science block, she realised that Mr Davis still had her knickers, but that was the least of her worries. What on earth would she tell her boyfriend,...

Fiona and Tim had both been looking forward to the Celwood School open day. The school only took students aged sixteen years or older. Tim had gone there to study for his university entrance exams when he was eighteen. Tim was keen to visit because he was a past pupil and Fiona because she had been excited by the stories Tim used to tell her about his school days. Fiona had most enjoyed the stories Tim had told her about...