“Hey you lot.”
It was the voice of rolypoly Rhoda, the somewhat corpulent member of the fourth form at St Mildred’s.
“Push off, can’t you see we’re busy,” said Monica Rayner, the co-occupant of study 4.
“Busy? You’re stuffing your faces with grub,” retorted Rhoda, enviously eyeing the cakes and fizzy pop on the table.
“Exactly, we’re busy,” said Alex Raven, the other co-occupant of study 4.
“Couldn’t spare a crumb for a starving schoolgirl I suppose?” asked Rhoda.
“Starving? you look as if you’re starving,” said Patricia Edwards, one of the four girls seated round the table in the cramped confines of the study.
“Why don’t you try Thelma Sayers, she was boasting about all the grub she was going to buy with the five bob postal order she got from her pater yesterday,” chipped in Kathryn Flint, the fourth member of the group. This was in the days when girls received their money from home in the form of a postal order and went to the post office to cash it.
“No good,” shrugged Rhoda, “ she’s in a foul mood, just been up in front of the beak for six, caught smoking.”
“Serves her right,” commented Alex. “now be a good girl and push off.”
“Alright, I won’t give you the message then,” said Rhoda as she flounced out of the door.
“Come back,” yelled Monica.
Rhoda returned.
“What message?” asked Kathryn.
“Head girl wants to see you lot, and she’s got her slipper out on the table,” sneered Rhoda.
“You sure it’s us she wants?” asked Monica.
“Yeah, you’re the ones that jumped on Merle Finch and took her knickers off,” laughed Rhoda.
“She must have split on us,” gasped Monica, “there was no one around when we did it.”
“The little rat,” snarled Alex, “she’ll pay for this.”
“Damn right she will. If we’re going to get six from the HG, we’ll sure know about it,” added Monica.
“Up to you lot, you’d better not keep her waiting,” grinned Rhoda.
“Clear off before we take your knickers off,” said Alex, making a lunge for Rhoda, who quickly dodged away and hurried down the corridor.
The four girls looked at each other in disbelief.
“There’s no way the HG would know about it unless that little creep told on us,” said Kathryn.
“We’ll deal with her later, we’d better not keep HG waiting,” said Monica, getting up from the table.
The rest of the foursome got up, left the study and trooped disconsolately down the corridor to Stephanie Stanford, the Head Girl, who’s study on the next floor down. Monica knocked on arrival.
“Come in.”
Monica opened the door and led her three compatriots inside. They formed an orderly line in front of Stephanie’s’s table, which was strewn with Latin text books, but no sign of the slipper. Stephanie looked up.“Well? What do you lot want?”
“We’re here as requested,” replied Monica.
“At whose request may I ask,” asked Stephanie.
“Yours, we were told you wanted to see us because we took Merle Finch’s knickers off,” admitted Monica.
“Well,” smiled Stephanie, “I presume she did not let you do it voluntarily?”
“No, course not. We were paying her back for something she’d done to us. She must have told you that,” said Monica.
“Actually, she has told me nothing. I don’t know who has been winding you up but seeing as you’ve admitted the offence I shall have to punish you for it.”
The four girls looked at themselves in amazement. They had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker, and know they were about to receive an unwanted slippering. A slippering from Stephanie Stamford was something to be avoided at all cost, as she put all her effort into it and she needed only the slightest excuse to do it.
“So, who’s going to be first?” said Stephanie.
The four looked at each other, no one wanted to be first.
“Alright, I’ll take you Raven” said Stephanie, looking at Alex. “The rest of you wait outside.”
The three girls shuffled to the door and went out, closing the door behind them.
“That little cow, wait ‘til I get my hands on her,” exploded Kathryn.
“After me,” growled Monica.
“Her life won’t be worth living after I’ve finished with her,” added Patricia, who up until now had said nothing.
Back inside the room Alex, was breathing deeply to calm her nerves before her slippering. None of the girls had ever been slippered by Stephanie before, but her reputation was enough to strike fear into the heart of the bravest girl. Six was officially the maximum number of whacks that she was allowed to give. However, it was rumoured that she had given up to twelve on very senior girls. She took a plimsoll out of a bag on the floor and told Alex to bend over a chair that she placed in readiness. After pulling up Alex’s skirt and slip, she took a well-aimed swipe at the inviting fourth former’s bottom.
The sound could be heard outside the door where the three girls looked at one another.
“D’you think she’ll get six?” asked Kathryn.
“Bound to,” said Monica, with a resigned look on her face.
The second whack was applied. Alex screwed up her face as the pain surged through her bottom.
Outside they heard the third one. “She seems to be taking it well,” said Patricia.
“Wrong,” said Kathryn as a loud cry of pain came through the door after the fourth whack.
“It must really hurt for her to cry out like that,” said Monica. “I wonder if any of us can last out longer?”
There was a shrug of the shoulders from the other two as the next loud whack was followed by another cry of ‘ooooowww’.
After the expected six there was silence. Then the door opened and a distressed looking Alex emerged. “She wants you Kate,” mumbled Alex.
Kathryn’s face suddenly drained of colour as she went in. The sight of Stephanie standing by the chair smacking her hand gently with the slipper made Kathryn’s stomach turn over.
“Over the chair,” ordered Stephanie.
The trembling Kathryn bent over and had her skirt and slip lifted.
Outside Alex was desperately trying not to cry in front of her mates.
“You alright?” asked Pat.
“Just about, my bum feels like its on fire, she really does lay it on.”
A loud thwack was heard from inside as Kathryn started her ordeal. She too managed three before crying out. Monica and Patricia were now getting themselves into a state, pacing up and down and wiping their sweating hands on their skirts. Monica was next in and managed to go four whacks before crying out, likewise Patricia.
And so it was, that four watery-eyed girls made their way back to study 4 to finish their tuck.
“We’ll get even with that little rat,” exclaimed Pat.
“We’ll take our time and catch her when she’s not expecting it,” added Alex.
As they entered the study, they were surprised to find Rhoda and a prefect waiting for them.
“Is she supposed to be in here?” asked the prefect, nodding in the direction of a very guilty looking Rhoda.
“No she damn well isn’t. Have you been thieving our grub?” demanded Monica.
“I found her stuffing cake in her mouth,” replied the prefect.
“It’s nearly all gone. You slimy little toad,” said Kate, glaring at Rhoda.
“Right, you come with me, we’ll see what the head has to say about stealing other girl’s food,” said the prefect.
“Oh no,” wailed Rhoda, “I was just hungry.”
“Oh shut up you miserable creep,” snapped Monica.
“Alright, that will do,” said the prefect. “Come on,” she said to Rhoda.
The pair left and the girls gingerly sat down at the table to finish what grub there was left.
“The nerve of it, it was bad enough getting us whacked, and then pinching our grub, hope she gets a whacking from the head,” said Alex angrily.
Rhoda did indeed get a whacking, four with the Headmistress’s best cane.
The fab four plotted a scheme to get their own back on Rhoda. Two days later they enlisted the help of a first year girl by bribing her to tell Rhoda that Matron wanted to see her in her dorm. In the meantime, the four girls hid in the washroom adjoining the dorm. When Rhoda entered, they pounced on her and dragged her into the washroom, took her top clothes off and then dragged the loudly protesting Rhoda under the cold shower.
“That’ll teach you to get us whacked,” yelled Monica.
Unbeknown to the four girls, matron herself had been attracted by the noise. “What on earth is going on here?”
“They took my clothes off and dragged me under here,” wailed Rhoda.
“You little sneak,” muttered Kate.
“Is this true?” demanded matron.
“It was only a harmless prank,” said Pat.
“Harmless prank!” exclaimed matron. “Who’s going to have to dry out this girls underwear? Go and dry yourself off and get some fresh clothes on,” said matron to a shivering Rhoda
Rhoda couldn’t wait to get dried and get some fresh underwear about her person.
“You four, wait outside my room,” snapped matron.
Yet again, in trouble, the fab four made their way gloomily to matron’s room.
“What do you think she’ll do?” asked Alex.
“Send us to the head probably,” replied Pat.
“What about a slippering, she loves those.” remarked Monica.
They arrived outside matron’s room still speculating on their fate. Matron finally arrived and ushered them into her room.
“In all my time at this school I have never encountered horseplay like that. You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourselves. Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?”
“It was only a prank Matron, we didn’t mean any harm,” said Alex.
“Words fail me, they really do. Under the circumstances, I am compelled to punish you all severely. I shall cane you,” announced matron.
The girls looked at each other in horror. They had never heard of anyone being caned by matron. However, the Headmistress had authorised matron to cane girls in cases of extreme misbehaviour, and this matron deemed, was one of them. “I shall start with you,” she said to Monica. “The rest of you wait outside and come in one at a time.”
The three girls trooped out into the corridor. Matron went to a cupboard and drew out a particularly whippy looking cane. Monica gulped when she saw it.
“Bend over,” ordered matron.
“But Matron we’re playing in the school netball match this afternoon,” protested Monica.
“Since when has a sore bottom interfered with a game of netball, now bend over.”
Monica bent over, hands below her knees.
“You can do better than that,” said matron, giving the cane a swish.
Monica bent down further and held her ankles. Matron then pulled up her skirt and slip. She watched matron get into position in the corner of her eye and tensed herself in readiness.
Thwaacckk!!
The cane swished through the air and whipped across Monica’s knickers. She threw her head back and bit her lip as the sting seared though her bottom. Outside the girls held their breath and started to count. At four, the thwacks and cries of pain stopped.
“Thank goodness, only four,” said Pat in a voice full of relief.
A very watery eyed Monica emerged to be replaced by Alex. Each girl took her turn with much the same reaction. Matron’s cane had done its job and four contrite girls had to play netball with very sore bottoms. To add to their discomfort, each time one of them bent down to pick up the ball, her short skirt revealed the lower part of her bottom with one or two cane marks across it, which brought sniggers from the other players.
It would be a long time before our four girls played tricks on anyone else.
It was the voice of rolypoly Rhoda, the somewhat corpulent member of the fourth form at St Mildred’s.
“Push off, can’t you see we’re busy,” said Monica Rayner, the co-occupant of study 4.
“Busy? You’re stuffing your faces with grub,” retorted Rhoda, enviously eyeing the cakes and fizzy pop on the table.
“Exactly, we’re busy,” said Alex Raven, the other co-occupant of study 4.
“Couldn’t spare a crumb for a starving schoolgirl I suppose?” asked Rhoda.
“Starving? you look as if you’re starving,” said Patricia Edwards, one of the four girls seated round the table in the cramped confines of the study.
“Why don’t you try Thelma Sayers, she was boasting about all the grub she was going to buy with the five bob postal order she got from her pater yesterday,” chipped in Kathryn Flint, the fourth member of the group. This was in the days when girls received their money from home in the form of a postal order and went to the post office to cash it.
“No good,” shrugged Rhoda, “ she’s in a foul mood, just been up in front of the beak for six, caught smoking.”
“Serves her right,” commented Alex. “now be a good girl and push off.”
“Alright, I won’t give you the message then,” said Rhoda as she flounced out of the door.
“Come back,” yelled Monica.
Rhoda returned.
“What message?” asked Kathryn.
“Head girl wants to see you lot, and she’s got her slipper out on the table,” sneered Rhoda.
“You sure it’s us she wants?” asked Monica.
“Yeah, you’re the ones that jumped on Merle Finch and took her knickers off,” laughed Rhoda.
“She must have split on us,” gasped Monica, “there was no one around when we did it.”
“The little rat,” snarled Alex, “she’ll pay for this.”
“Damn right she will. If we’re going to get six from the HG, we’ll sure know about it,” added Monica.
“Up to you lot, you’d better not keep her waiting,” grinned Rhoda.
“Clear off before we take your knickers off,” said Alex, making a lunge for Rhoda, who quickly dodged away and hurried down the corridor.
The four girls looked at each other in disbelief.
“There’s no way the HG would know about it unless that little creep told on us,” said Kathryn.
“We’ll deal with her later, we’d better not keep HG waiting,” said Monica, getting up from the table.
The rest of the foursome got up, left the study and trooped disconsolately down the corridor to Stephanie Stanford, the Head Girl, who’s study on the next floor down. Monica knocked on arrival.
“Come in.”
Monica opened the door and led her three compatriots inside. They formed an orderly line in front of Stephanie’s’s table, which was strewn with Latin text books, but no sign of the slipper. Stephanie looked up.“Well? What do you lot want?”
“We’re here as requested,” replied Monica.
“At whose request may I ask,” asked Stephanie.
“Yours, we were told you wanted to see us because we took Merle Finch’s knickers off,” admitted Monica.
“Well,” smiled Stephanie, “I presume she did not let you do it voluntarily?”
“No, course not. We were paying her back for something she’d done to us. She must have told you that,” said Monica.
“Actually, she has told me nothing. I don’t know who has been winding you up but seeing as you’ve admitted the offence I shall have to punish you for it.”
The four girls looked at themselves in amazement. They had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker, and know they were about to receive an unwanted slippering. A slippering from Stephanie Stamford was something to be avoided at all cost, as she put all her effort into it and she needed only the slightest excuse to do it.
“So, who’s going to be first?” said Stephanie.
The four looked at each other, no one wanted to be first.
“Alright, I’ll take you Raven” said Stephanie, looking at Alex. “The rest of you wait outside.”
The three girls shuffled to the door and went out, closing the door behind them.
“That little cow, wait ‘til I get my hands on her,” exploded Kathryn.
“After me,” growled Monica.
“Her life won’t be worth living after I’ve finished with her,” added Patricia, who up until now had said nothing.
Back inside the room Alex, was breathing deeply to calm her nerves before her slippering. None of the girls had ever been slippered by Stephanie before, but her reputation was enough to strike fear into the heart of the bravest girl. Six was officially the maximum number of whacks that she was allowed to give. However, it was rumoured that she had given up to twelve on very senior girls. She took a plimsoll out of a bag on the floor and told Alex to bend over a chair that she placed in readiness. After pulling up Alex’s skirt and slip, she took a well-aimed swipe at the inviting fourth former’s bottom.
The sound could be heard outside the door where the three girls looked at one another.
“D’you think she’ll get six?” asked Kathryn.
“Bound to,” said Monica, with a resigned look on her face.
The second whack was applied. Alex screwed up her face as the pain surged through her bottom.
Outside they heard the third one. “She seems to be taking it well,” said Patricia.
“Wrong,” said Kathryn as a loud cry of pain came through the door after the fourth whack.
“It must really hurt for her to cry out like that,” said Monica. “I wonder if any of us can last out longer?”
There was a shrug of the shoulders from the other two as the next loud whack was followed by another cry of ‘ooooowww’.
After the expected six there was silence. Then the door opened and a distressed looking Alex emerged. “She wants you Kate,” mumbled Alex.
Kathryn’s face suddenly drained of colour as she went in. The sight of Stephanie standing by the chair smacking her hand gently with the slipper made Kathryn’s stomach turn over.
“Over the chair,” ordered Stephanie.
The trembling Kathryn bent over and had her skirt and slip lifted.
Outside Alex was desperately trying not to cry in front of her mates.
“You alright?” asked Pat.
“Just about, my bum feels like its on fire, she really does lay it on.”
A loud thwack was heard from inside as Kathryn started her ordeal. She too managed three before crying out. Monica and Patricia were now getting themselves into a state, pacing up and down and wiping their sweating hands on their skirts. Monica was next in and managed to go four whacks before crying out, likewise Patricia.
And so it was, that four watery-eyed girls made their way back to study 4 to finish their tuck.
“We’ll get even with that little rat,” exclaimed Pat.
“We’ll take our time and catch her when she’s not expecting it,” added Alex.
As they entered the study, they were surprised to find Rhoda and a prefect waiting for them.
“Is she supposed to be in here?” asked the prefect, nodding in the direction of a very guilty looking Rhoda.
“No she damn well isn’t. Have you been thieving our grub?” demanded Monica.
“I found her stuffing cake in her mouth,” replied the prefect.
“It’s nearly all gone. You slimy little toad,” said Kate, glaring at Rhoda.
“Right, you come with me, we’ll see what the head has to say about stealing other girl’s food,” said the prefect.
“Oh no,” wailed Rhoda, “I was just hungry.”
“Oh shut up you miserable creep,” snapped Monica.
“Alright, that will do,” said the prefect. “Come on,” she said to Rhoda.
The pair left and the girls gingerly sat down at the table to finish what grub there was left.
“The nerve of it, it was bad enough getting us whacked, and then pinching our grub, hope she gets a whacking from the head,” said Alex angrily.
Rhoda did indeed get a whacking, four with the Headmistress’s best cane.
The fab four plotted a scheme to get their own back on Rhoda. Two days later they enlisted the help of a first year girl by bribing her to tell Rhoda that Matron wanted to see her in her dorm. In the meantime, the four girls hid in the washroom adjoining the dorm. When Rhoda entered, they pounced on her and dragged her into the washroom, took her top clothes off and then dragged the loudly protesting Rhoda under the cold shower.
“That’ll teach you to get us whacked,” yelled Monica.
Unbeknown to the four girls, matron herself had been attracted by the noise. “What on earth is going on here?”
“They took my clothes off and dragged me under here,” wailed Rhoda.
“You little sneak,” muttered Kate.
“Is this true?” demanded matron.
“It was only a harmless prank,” said Pat.
“Harmless prank!” exclaimed matron. “Who’s going to have to dry out this girls underwear? Go and dry yourself off and get some fresh clothes on,” said matron to a shivering Rhoda
Rhoda couldn’t wait to get dried and get some fresh underwear about her person.
“You four, wait outside my room,” snapped matron.
Yet again, in trouble, the fab four made their way gloomily to matron’s room.
“What do you think she’ll do?” asked Alex.
“Send us to the head probably,” replied Pat.
“What about a slippering, she loves those.” remarked Monica.
They arrived outside matron’s room still speculating on their fate. Matron finally arrived and ushered them into her room.
“In all my time at this school I have never encountered horseplay like that. You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourselves. Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?”
“It was only a prank Matron, we didn’t mean any harm,” said Alex.
“Words fail me, they really do. Under the circumstances, I am compelled to punish you all severely. I shall cane you,” announced matron.
The girls looked at each other in horror. They had never heard of anyone being caned by matron. However, the Headmistress had authorised matron to cane girls in cases of extreme misbehaviour, and this matron deemed, was one of them. “I shall start with you,” she said to Monica. “The rest of you wait outside and come in one at a time.”
The three girls trooped out into the corridor. Matron went to a cupboard and drew out a particularly whippy looking cane. Monica gulped when she saw it.
“Bend over,” ordered matron.
“But Matron we’re playing in the school netball match this afternoon,” protested Monica.
“Since when has a sore bottom interfered with a game of netball, now bend over.”
Monica bent over, hands below her knees.
“You can do better than that,” said matron, giving the cane a swish.
Monica bent down further and held her ankles. Matron then pulled up her skirt and slip. She watched matron get into position in the corner of her eye and tensed herself in readiness.
Thwaacckk!!
The cane swished through the air and whipped across Monica’s knickers. She threw her head back and bit her lip as the sting seared though her bottom. Outside the girls held their breath and started to count. At four, the thwacks and cries of pain stopped.
“Thank goodness, only four,” said Pat in a voice full of relief.
A very watery eyed Monica emerged to be replaced by Alex. Each girl took her turn with much the same reaction. Matron’s cane had done its job and four contrite girls had to play netball with very sore bottoms. To add to their discomfort, each time one of them bent down to pick up the ball, her short skirt revealed the lower part of her bottom with one or two cane marks across it, which brought sniggers from the other players.
It would be a long time before our four girls played tricks on anyone else.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Wed Jul 27, 2016 9:31 am