All participants in these events were aged at least 18 at the time.
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I attended an all girls private school which was a good school but it did have drawbacks such as the strict uniform code. The girls in the local comprehensive school could wear sweatshirts and trousers but we were forced to wear very traditional uniform which made us look the archetypal schoolgirl so when we were out in the city we felt like magnets for every pervert for miles. The boys from the comprehensive used to drool over us. Of course sometimes it was fun to enjoy the power which we had to make their hands slip into trouser pockets to ease the pressure but not all the males who enjoyed the sight of our white socks, grey skirts and crisp white blouses were young enough to be at school.
Of course the other drawback of our school was the absence of boys which meant that crushes among girls were fairly common. That is where this story begins because I had an almighty crush on Georgia who was in my Sixth Form year when we were doing our A levels. I would love to watch just the way that she moved and to hear her voice and when we had gym I could not resist surreptitiously watching her in the changing room and the showers. All that would have been fine but I had to go and write the letter.
It was never intended to be sent; it was just one of those things which girls write for fun to get our thoughts out on paper.
I can still see almost every word before my eyes now...
"My beloved Georgie, how I adore your firm slim body and the sight of your thick bush as you come out of the shower with your lovely puffy lips between your thighs. Your lovelips are much more developed than mine and I dream of squeezing their marshmallow softness and stroking your flat belly then working my tongue up your soft skin up to your round, full breasts...."
Well it went on a lot like that but what went wrong was that I was reading it during a boring bit in an English class and I saw Miss Adamson heading towards my desk so I slipped my guilty little letter between the pages of my exercise book. Of course you can guess what happened next; I forgot what I had done and handed in the book for marking at the end of the lesson. How could I have been so stupid? I realised what I had done as I was making my way down the corridor to my next lesson but it was too late.
For two days and nights I tortured myself as I waited for the axe to fall. I tried to make myself think that Miss A would not see the loose page and would mark and return the book with no harm done but what were the chances of that? Perhaps she would see it and just take it as a joke and ignore it but I knew that was a false hope. The Laurels made a lot of fuss about turning out moral young ladies and I knew something terrible would happen to me. I lay awake at night imagining what it might be. Would they make me read the dreadful letter out in Assembly or perhaps they would feel they had a moral duty to warn parents of the "moral danger" I presented. "Dear Parents, we feel it is our duty to warn you about Julie. If your daughters report any improper advances from this girl please report them to The Head for firm action to be taken." Or worse than that would they call my Mum and Dad in to see The Head and suggest that it was best for me to be removed from the school? How would I ever face my parents again?
Every minute that I was at school I expected to be summoned to see The Head or perhaps Miss Adamson and it happened on the Thursday morning after the English lesson. I had sat in terrible tension for the whole lesson and as we were filing out of the room Miss A stood beside the door so that I had to walk past her.
"Julie could you come to my office as soon as the lunch bell sounds today please."
There was no explanation but her voice was quite stern. Miss A was Head of English and she was also a Housemistress so she had her own small room in the Admin Block and I had been summoned. Were my days at The Laurels about to come to a humiliating end?
Of course being in her room as soon as the bell rang was impossible so I raced along the corridors as fast I could without breaking the rule about running and I arrived hot, breathless and nervous.
She was sitting behind her paper-strewn desk and right in front of her was my letter which, of course, was in my handwriting so there was no chance of denying my authorship. She held the letter up between two fingers as if it was contaminated and she asked me to explain. I stammered through a sort of incoherent sentence which I think contained words like "Joke..Bit of fun..silly game" and her face showed that she was unconvinced. Then she told me to read it aloud.
I was stunned. She had already read it, why did she need me to read it to her? Of course it was all part of the psychological warfare; she was deliberately humiliating me. I stood there trying to keep my feet still and feeling my face flushing red hot as I tried to apply my best reading aloud voice; this was truly horrible.
Then she asked what I thought she ought to do about it. I could not face her.
"Don't know Miss."
"Well I have to know. I have to do something don't I? Do you have any idea of the seriousness of this?"
I mumbled that it was not really serious as I had not actually DONE anything but that was not the right thing to say. She made her anger very plain.
"Not done anything? How do you think your classmates would feel if they knew that every time they changed for Gym they were being weighed up as sexual partners? What will their parents say about their daughters being abused in this way?"
She had beaten me into silence and my lower lip was trembling. I was having to work really hard at not bursting into tears and then she asked if I had any Gym lessons scheduled for the remainder of the week. I told her that I had Gym the following morning and she sighed deeply.
"I will tell Miss Cheesley you are doing a job for me. Come and see me in The Library at the start of your Gym period. I don't want you anywhere near the showers, changing room or the swimming pool and I don't want you touching or eying up any girl at all. Can I trust you or do I have to warn the Reeves to keep a watch on you?"
I could not believe what I was hearing. She was talking about making me a total outcast but I assured her that she could trust me. A very dark cloud had settled on me and it did not lift. Girls of our age routinely hug as a greeting and whenever any of my friends came near me I drew away in case word got back to Miss A that I was breaking her trust.
So on Friday morning I reported to The Library and Miss A led me into her storeroom and gave very detailed instructions for the tidying up which I was to do instead of joining my fellows on the sports field. I then expected her to bustle off and leave me to my chores but she had a shock for me.
"Give me your skirt."
I just stood there in shocked silence. Surely I had misheard.
"Come on girl. I need to know that you will stay in this room and I am hoping that losing your skirt means you will not dare wander the school."
Looking at the floor I reached behind myself and unzipped my skirt then I stepped out of it and handed it over. Even our Victorian school did not insist on regulation knickers so I was now in my white kneesocks and bright pink cotton briefs which did very little to hide the shape of my pussylips. Miss Adamson swept out of the room shutting the door behind her. The tasks which she had set for me were quite ambitious bearing in mind that I only had an hour so I set to work but it felt very odd being here in just my knickers and I was terrified that someone would come in and find me. My captor did not return till ten minutes after the lunch bell and I could hear girls outside the storeroom door in The Library. I had finished my tasks but was now coming to think that she would leave me here for the entire lunchbreak.
Suddenly she was back and she left me in my knickers as she made a quick inspection of the room to see what I had done then she handed me my skirt and stood watching me as I dressed but she was not finished with me.
"I still have to decide what to do with you. Come to my cottage after school. You can phone your mum to say you have a detention."
I had to join the rest of the school in the dining room but as soon as I had eaten I took myself off to a quiet spot behind the sports pavilion where I hoped no-one would find me. I just could not bear being with anyone in case I suddenly started blubbing. I used my mobile phone to call home and told the answering machine that I had volunteered to clean the Library Store for Miss Adamson.
Now you need to know a bit about Miss Adamson. She looked only a bit older than some of her girls although, to have reached the position of Head of English, she must have been quite a reasonable age. She lived alone in an old cottage in the school grounds. The cottage had been built for a favourite servant when the school was a private manor house. Miss Adamson was always very smart in a stylish, under-stated way and there was gossip about her among the girls who wondered how such an attractive woman had remained single. Sometimes we used to giggle about the fact that her cottage overlooked the sports field and we imagined her behind her net curtains watching us play hockey in our short games skirts with our young boobs bouncing in the confines of tight t shirts. This speculation about Miss A made my present plight all the more bitter. We had no actual evidence of her sexual leanings but it was a cruel irony that she was punishing me for...what she was punishing me for.
So at 4.45 that Friday I stood on her doorstep and jangled the brass bell beside the door. When she came to the door I noticed that she had changed into a pale green cotton skirt and a darker green blouse with pink embroidery down the front. Her well-shaped legs were bare and she was wearing black, flat shoes.
She ushered me down the narrow passage to her stone-flagged kitchen at the rear of the cottage and she seated herself beside the scrubbed pine table as I stood silently waiting for her to speak.
"Well Julie so it seems from your letter that you dream of undressing young Georgie. Is that correct?"
"No Miss, I...."
"I think you see her in her smart uniform and you think you would like to strip her and use her for your sexual pleasure without a thought of how humiliating that would be for her."
I was burning with the injustice of this but I knew there was no point in arguing. Miss A was talking about making the punishment fit the crime and curing me of my unhealthy obsession; I did not really take in the details but her last line brought me back to reality with a shock.
