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Had my parents been a normal working class folk, I would left school and gone to work but no, they were comfortably off and could afford to send me to 'finishing school' as they called it. I didn't want to go because I'd heard rumours as to how strict it was and it was a boarding school too so there would be no getting away from it in the evenings. My protests were quickly overruled. "The education you will receive there will help you find a husband that will be able to look after you comfortably for the rest of your life. A little hardship now, will pay dividends later," my mother told me. I often wondered later, "Would they have sent me there if they had known what the school was really like? Or was it because they already knew the sort of education I was to receive, that they sent me?" I never found out. Next morning I was off in the hired coach to Grangebank School at Little Netherton. They didn't accompany me, preferring, they said, to say their good-byes at the house.
Little Netherton itself was not much more than a hamlet and the school stood perhaps half a mile further into the countryside. We reached the isolated building by travelling along a narrow grassy lane until we came to an iron gate set into a high brick wall topped with broken glass. I thought it reminiscent of a prison; a prison I was about to be locked up in. A middle-aged man in working clothes unlocked the gate and allowed the coach in and I had my first view of the school.
The building added to the prison impression. When I alighted from the coach and looked at the stark and austere walls, I gave an involuntary shiver and wondered with some dread what my life would be like in the coming months. The house was not overly large and I could tell there were only two floors but a couple of rooms had been added to the ground floor. In response to the coachman's knock, the door opened and to my surprise, the greeting from the matron, Miss Dobson, was pleasant and friendly. After my introduction, she asked the coachman to bring my box to the dormitory and on the way asked after my parents and myself. The box was only small because I had been expressly told to bring only three dresses and a few specific outdoor garments because the school was providing our day-to-day school wear. "You're the first to arrive so you have the choice of any bed on this side of the room. The boys are on the other side of the wall," Miss Dobson told me. I chose the one by the window. She impressed upon me to keep my clothes neatly stored in the locker by my bed at all times and that meant every coathanger being exactly parallel and at right angles to the door. "Mr. Hayes, the headmaster, abhors slovenliness and an untidy locker is a strapping offence. You'll feel that enough without asking for more," she added. I wondered how I would get on because I am not the tidiest of persons. She showed me the lavatories and washing place, which were close to my bed, and left me to unpack.
I had time to look around the room. I guessed it occupied the whole of the top floor of the building and was immediately under the roof. Above my head I could see the open roof trusses and the underside of the straw thatch. "That will keep the room warm in the winter and cool in the summer," I thought, knowing how changeable the conditions were under the slates in the attic at home. At one end of the dormitory were the lavatories and washing place. I didn't see any separate facilities for boys and girls and wondered if the boys used a place downstairs. It didn't take me long to find out the facilities were shared. That was a shock for me. I went in thinking that I would go before any of the others arrived. The wooden door with a spade shaped vent near the top, opened on to a long room with a wooden seat running along the outside wall. The seat had six oval holes cut in and I recognised it as an earth closet. I was a little surprised at the lack of smell but then noticed the open windows in the wall and the long drop from the seat all the way down the height of the house into a pit. "This is primitive," I said to myself, "At least at home we have a water closet, even if we have to take a bucket of water in with us and don't have the flush system found in some houses. Granny's old house had a earth closet like this but hers was outside."
Returning to the washing place with it's bench and six neatly arranged bowls and jugs, I rinsed my hands and from there I saw both dormitories were clearly on view and realised that the boys dormitory was virtually in the same room as the girls. Equally spaced along each long wall were six beds, each with a tall narrow wardrobe on one side and a small bedside cabinet on the other. Admittedly there was a wall down the centre separating the boys and girls parts but at each end a wide, open archway gave easy access to both halves. I think the wall was there for structural reasons rather than to separate the sexes. From my bed at the end of the row I could see the end bed in the boy's part. Suddenly I realised he would be able to see mine and I began to wonder if I should not change beds but with my stuff now put away and Miss Dobson knowing which one I'd chosen, I was reluctant to do so. I continued to look around.
At the stairway end of the dormitory were two small rooms, one in each half, which were used by the staff on duty at night. The wall of the room that overlooked the dormitory, had a curtained window through which the staff would peep to see what was going on and woe-betide anyone caught the wrong side of the partition wall after the small candle had spluttered out.
Miss Dobson bringing in another pupil she introduced as Iris, interrupted my musing on the rooms. Although I did gradually learn some of the student's family names, the staff went to great pains to conceal them and always addressed us by our Christian name only. During the morning more carriages arrived and other pupils were shown into the room. For the most part the boys kept to their part of the room and we girls stayed in ours although we did keep an eye on them whenever they came through the arch to go to the lavatory. Several of the staff came in and Miss Dobson introduced them although at the time I didn't remember all the names. I was surprised to learn we were to have a man, Mr. Reece, for physical education but after what happened during the first few days, that was the least of my worries.
We'd been instructed to arrive before 11 a.m. but it was nearly noon before Victoria arrived. At first she swept in, dressed in expensive clothes, and acted as though she owned the place. "I'm not having that bed," she shrieked and demanded my one. Miss Dobson quietly told her she had to take the only one left. Then she brought more than the permitted number of dresses and they wouldn't fit into her wardrobe.
"Pick three and leave the rest in your trunk," Miss Dobson told her.
"I can't pick just three! Not for the whole year! How on earth could you expect such a thing?" Victoria retorted.
"We'll see about that after lunch and you've been introduced to our ways and given your uniform," Miss Dobson said quietly, "You'll understand better then." I could hear the menace in her tone.
Chapter 2: A boy gets tawsedLunch was taken in the main room and we sat in groups of six at tables with one or two members of staff sitting at each table. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, the headmaster and headmistress, sat at a smaller table on a raised platform at one end of the room. Two other places were set at their table but on that first day they were unoccupied. Most of us were afraid to speak during the meal especially as we noticed that all the staff now wore a leather tawse from their belt, but Mr. Hayes announced, "You are allowed to hold quiet conversations, indeed we expect you to do so. Part of your social education is for you to learn how to hold a polite and interesting tête-à-tête at soirees and parties. You are however forbidden shout or to enquire about each other's families."
Mr. Reece sat at my table and enquired of our names and interests in a kindly and friendly manner. I began to wonder how true the stories I'd heard were but the sight of the tawses kept me uneasy. The noise level rose a little during the meal and towards the end Royston, a rather plump boy, shouted across to our table, "Hey Janet, toss the extra bread over gal!" Immediately Miss Collins and Mr. Thompson, who were both on his table, stood up and ordered Roy to his feet.
The room went silent. Miss Collins pulled a chair into a clear space and even though she spoke quietly we all heard her say, "Drop your shorts Royston and bend over the chair please." Almost as soon as he tried to protest, Mr. Reece and Mr. Thompson grabbed his arms and forced him over the back of the chair. Before our shocked eyes, Miss Collins pulled his shorts down and bared his bottom. Still he struggled and I could easily see his prick wobbling from side to side. "If you had bent over the chair like I asked," Miss Collins went on without raising her voice, "You would have only received six for your rudeness, now it will be twelve. Not a very good start to your stay here." She proceeded to crack her tawse at a measured pace, soundly across Roy's buttocks first from one side and then the other until his cheeks were fiery red. He cried out loudly and I winced at each stroke, glad that I wasn't on the receiving end. Most of the other girls had tears in their eyes. I saw his prick clearly when he stood and rubbed his bottom before carefully pulling up his short trousers again. We thought he was going to swear at the teachers but he must have realised the futility of that. Miss Collins put her arm around his shoulders and took him sobbing back to his seat and he sat painfully down. By then he wasn't worried about our extra bread.
Our table was asked to help Janice, the maid, to clear the tables and then we all went into the schoolroom and sat at the wooden double desks. It was arranged that we sat girl and boy at each desk. I sat next to Stephan who seemed rather shy and like me, very fearful of what was going to happen to us. In fact we were all very subdued and many of us had wet eyes as we waited for Mr. Hayes to outline what our life would be like here.
Chapter 3: Vicky is welcomed"Boys and girls," he started, "Welcome to the first year class at Grangebank School. Your parents have paid to send you here not only to receive a good education in general subjects but in social behaviour. In particular, social behaviour that will enable a girl to attract and keep a good husband and for a boy to woo a girl to be his wife and to service her in a way that she will not wish to stray." I was puzzled by his words because if they meant what I thought they meant... "I have already told you that quiet polite conversations at the meal table is permitted, indeed it is a requirement. You should all learn the art of knowledgeably conversing on a wide range of subjects at any gathering, be it large or small. This is often the first stage in attracting a mate but it is only the first stage in a process, which includes flirting, petting and finally sexual copulation. We see this as part of your education and therefore make it a prominent requirement in the curriculum." He paused and there were shocked gasps from us girls and some odd looks from the boys.
"Are we going to be mated with the boys like the horses on a farm?" I wondered but had little time to think about it before the headmaster went on about what he expected from us in our academic endeavours. We all became more and more worried because he made it abundantly clear that we would be punished if our efforts were not deemed good enough. All the staff carried a strap and were allowed to use it whenever they deemed it necessary. The headmaster could and would use the cane and, for more serious offences, the birch. All the punishments would be done in public and on the bare flesh. Tears rolled down my cheeks by this time as I contemplated my fate. I was not the most studious, the tidiest or the most restrained of girls.
"Now to the social aspect of your education that I mentioned. You will have noticed that your dormitory and facilities are shared and I am sure you will soon become accustomed to seeing the unclothed bodies of members of the opposite gender. Not only seeing them, but feeling them as well. At night, at least until the weather becomes too cold, you will be naked from the time your school uniform is collected in the evening for washing until it is returned before breakfast. Two nightlights are provided in each half of the room. One will be alight all night; the other will burn for a little more than an hour. While the second nightlight burns, you are free to visit the other half of the room and intimately enjoy yourselves. As soon as the light splutters out you must return to your own bed. The exception is on Saturdays when you can remain all night in the bed of your partner. From past experience we have found it best to allow the girls the freedom to go into the boy's half of the room on one night and the boys to have a reciprocal arrangement the following night." I gasped at the thought of it. We were expected to be rogered by the boys every night. Worse was to come. "In order to help you in these matters, the member of staff in the duty room of your dormitory will take one of you into their bed for the night. My wife and I will also help in giving you the necessary instruction." Mr. Hayes paused.
"My god the men are going to fuck us too!" In my mind I used the crude term I'd overheard from the farm hands. My cunnie felt wet and I wondered what it would be like to have a man's thing inside me. Glancing at Stephan, I saw he was trying to hide his erection.
"I said earlier," Mr. Hayes went on, "That we encourage polite conversation and I am sure you have many questions to ask me for now I will try and answer a few of them." My mind went blank and I dared not ask any of the questions I really wanted an answer to so I looked around and saw Victoria looking very agitated. The headmistress must have noticed it too. I think she deliberated provoked an outburst by asking if she wished to make a comment.
"Sir, how dare you treat us like this. I demand to return to my home. I refuse to accept being raped and thrashed for no good reason. I am a lady of rank, the daughter of..."
"Stop right there young lady. While you are here your title has no significance. You are of equal status to every one else. As to your refusing to accept our punishment we shall see how well you are able to enforce that in a few moments. I don't suppose you've ever felt a strap laid across your behind?"
"Of course not. That is only for servants."
"You've sent your servants for punishments you've never experienced?"
"They're hardened to it. Not like genteel ladies."
"And you think their cries of pain are not real?" Victoria did not answer. "Victoria, you arrived late and I understand you have already tried to ignore our rules concerning the clothing you brought, you already caused a rumpus trying to evict a student from her chosen bed and now you try to usurp my authority. You must now pay the price for your unacceptable behaviour. Please remove your dress and anything you are wearing under it."
"NOOO!" Vicky screamed and headed for the door. She only took a few paces before Mr. Reece and Mr. Caldwell the caretaker, caught her. She still struggled and kicked but it wasn't long before Miss Collins unlaced the girls dress and shortly after she was completely naked. They'd even removed her shoes. Her struggles only served to reveal glimpses of her cunnie and caused her well-formed breasts to bounce. Stephan looked very red in the face and his short trousers were definitely tented. I was very tempted to feel it but couldn't find the courage. In any case my eyes were glued to the scene at the front of the room and despite my reservations as to what might happen to me, the sight was making me very wet between the thighs. We all watched with rapt attention as the two men forced Vicky to bend over the front desk with her bottom and cunnie in full view of all of us. "She's got more hair than I have," I mused, "But I have more meat on my bones and my bosoms are at least as large as hers. The head took up a position to one side of her and swung the tawse through the air and flicked it back to make it crack. I guess he wanted to scare her; it did me. It made me very afraid that before long I would be in that position but I was strangely excited too.
"Normally Victoria, disruptions such as this would warrant a caning but because it is your first day, I will only use the tawse. Nevertheless I think that will impress its message on you and perhaps in future you will take heed of our rules and think before you voice your arrogant thoughts. While you are here, your status is the same as the others; no higher, no lower." Vicky was crying now and pleading but the head only smiled as he swung the tawse and brought it down hard across both cheeks of her bottom. I don't know which was the loudest, the noise from the tawse landing, her scream or our involuntary yells. She'd been hit far harder than Roy had and would have moved if she'd been able to. Again the tawse swung and did its frightful damage. Her lily-white bottom was already a livid red and she'd only had two. Slowly with quite a length of time between them, Mr. Hayes delivered six strokes from each side and then another three. He grinned the whole time he was hitting her and I was soon to learn that he really enjoyed whipping us girls. By the time he'd finished Vicky was yelling herself hoarse and most of us were openly crying. Stephan had tears in his eyes too. I guess we were all thinking the same. "How long will it be before I'm laid over that desk?" Shyly Stephan put his arm around me.
"Royston." The headmaster called the boy to the front. "Remove your shorts." Fearing he was getting another hiding his hands trembled and Miss Collins had to undo his flies. I could see the other reason he was reluctant to show himself; his prick was fully erect; I guessed all the boys were in a similar state. His stripes were turning a purplish colour now and he walked carefully. He allowed miss Collins to take him by his prick until he stood directly behind Vicky. At this stage with the shock of her thrashing, I don't think she had any idea of what was happening, until Royston was forced to put his prick in her cunnie. We were all astounded at the sight of a boy ravishing an unwilling and tormented girl.
"Oh my God, he's raping her. Will that happen when we are punished? Will the boys get raped too? How?" I almost spoke my thoughts out loud. Vicky started screaming again but Royston seemed not to worry, his eyes closed as he thrust into her until after short while he must have spurted his seed. When he withdrew, his prick was covered with blood and we knew he'd taken her virginity.
Miss Dobson led them both away. Roy came back shortly after and told us later he only had to wash himself clean while the matron treated Vicky's welts and cleaned the blood from her cunnie.
Chapter 4: Our uniforms"Dry your eyes and quieten down. None of you are hurt so there's no need for all this snivelling. Sit up straight and pay attention." Mr. Hayes addressed us brusquely. We did so or tried to, most of our crying quietened down shortly after the pair left the room and Mr. Hayes continued his introduction although I found it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. My mind kept playing over the recent scene and wondering what was happening to Vicky now and how I would take such a hiding if it became necessary. I was brought sharply back to the present when Mr. Hayes finished his speech with, "Now boys and girls, please remove all your clothes and fold them neatly on to your desks. In a few moments I will ask for your school uniforms to be brought in but in the interim, it will be a good opportunity for you to see what the others in your class look like bereft of their finery. Feel free to help each other and do not be shy in looking at or touching the body parts that are normally forbidden to your eyes.
With Vicky's punishment still very fresh in my mind, I hesitated for only a few moments before starting to remove my clothing but had difficulty in getting at the hooks on the back of my dress. Stephan noticed and undid them for me. "Very good Stephan," the headmistress praised him, "You all need to work together and to help each other." I blushed scarlet and I noticed Iris was a similar colour. Her dress was easier to remove and she now stood bare breasted, her hands on the waistband of her bloomers and I could sense her almost daring herself to push them down. The other girls were now nearing the completion and thought I'd better get on in case I caught the wrath of Sir. Stephan and all the boys were naked and sporting erections. In one way I was pleased that Stephan's seemed larger than the others. Really I don't know why, but even at that early stage I considered him to be my boyfriend. The only show of affection so far was when he'd put his arm around me during Vicky's beating and when he'd voluntarily unclipped my dress. Some boys were proudly showing off their hard-ons, others, like my partner, were trying to conceal them. None of us were able to conceal anything for long. In turn, we were ordered to stand in front of the class with our hands behind our heads, legs apart and then pirouette around for everyone to see us. Most of the girls and a couple of the boys blushed deeply with the embarrassment of it all but none of us voiced our inner protests. It was all highly embarrassing especially as all the staff stood on one side and openly stared at us. Perhaps leered at us might be a more appropriate phrase for the male members. Vicky and Miss Dobson rejoined us and we could all see that Vicky wasn't walking easily. Tears still rolled down her face and her bottom looked in a frightful state when she took her turn at the front.
"Bring in the uniforms Janice please," Mr. Hayes requested the maid. She and Mr. Caldwell the caretaker, brought in boxes with our names on. I noticed, with a twinge of jealousy, that Janice took a long look at Stephan's pego when she brought his clothing. Mr. Hayes went on, "I do hope that you all took the trouble to send us your correct measurements because whatever is in these boxes has to last you for the year. Inside you will find six grey blouses or shirts and one white one for Sundays. There are also six dark tartan skirts for the girls or kilts for the boys, and one lighter patterned one, seven pairs of socks and two pairs of shoes; a light pair to wear inside the school and a sturdier pair for outside. You will not be issued with bloomers, brassieres, or underpants so please do not ask for them. When the weather gets colder, further garments will be supplied when necessary. You may now dress."
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