It was the autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my new hobby of bird watching. Walking along a quiet country lane near Spathford one Saturday morning, I was on the look out for Nuthatches and Tree Creepers, small birds which literally walk up tree trunks.
I passed a large Oak wood, hedged off from the lane, and with my binoculars I saw something. I was not sure what it was so I ran swiftly onwards hoping to find an entrance to the wood, After half a mile a came across a large impressive Victorian gateway opening onto a long gravel drive which curved gently into the wood..
Beside the stone gateposts was a sign announcing 'SPATHFORD GRANGE ACADEMY', 'FINISHING SCHOOL for YOUNG LADIES aged 18 to 20 years'. In smaller lettering underneath it said 'TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED'.
I decided to ignore the warning and sauntered into the Academy grounds. I heard some birdsong with which I was unfamiliar, so strode quickly through the wood.
The trees seemed to extend back from the lane by a couple of miles. I still couldn't find what I was searching for. The wood ended and I found myself on an extensive lawn. I walked further across the grass and scanned the edge of the wood with my binoculars.
I was wearing a waxed jacket, wellington boots and corduroy trousers. Because it was breezy I also wore a woolly hat pulled over my ears. I found it difficult to hear so I was surprised when I felt a tap on my shoulder; I turned round and looked up into the impassive eyes of a tall blue-eyed blonde girl wearing a grey calf length cape. I looked around and saw four others of similar stature and of similar dress surrounding me. I felt rather vulnerable being so short and skinny and people often assumed I was several years younger.
"Yes?" I enquired, realising I had been caught trespassing.
"You are a snivelling little peeping-tom, aren't you? You 'toe-rag.' We've been watching you with those pathetic binoculars. Give them here," demanded the blonde one.
I handed them over, visibly trembling. I was told that I would be marched off to the headmistress's office where I would be dealt with once the police had been informed.
As we traversed the lawn three of the girls closed ranks and began whispering to each other and giggling. I felt very ill at ease and asked if they couldn't just let me go please. A dark haired Spanish looking girl, one of the three who had been conferring, said that I needed to be punished.
They escorted me into the academy's main entrance vestibule which appeared deserted. I was led through an echoing dining hall which smelt of stale cabbage and floor polish. I noticed that a sign saying 'PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE' pointed in the opposite direction. We were clearly not going to see the headmistress. I felt relieved, but this was short lived.
At the back of the hall I was led up some narrow wooden stairs which creaked loudly. The blonde girl walked in front and I admired her shapely legs which moved not only gracefully, but also sexily, under her calf length cape. She wore black seamed stockings and black court shoes.
On the second floor I was escorted along a narrow corridor to a door which was simply labelled 'DORMITORY SEVEN'. I could sense a trap and began to panic; I turned round and tried to make an escape but the girls blocked my passage. I was forced reluctantly into the girls' communal sleeping area.
I looked around the room while the door was locked behind me and noticed six beds, three on each side of a central space,
There were wardrobes and desks and also pin boards filled with photos of pop stars and horses At the far end of the room was another door labelled, 'BATHROOM' The door was ajar and I made out three cubicles, two being toilets and the other the bath. There were also small hand basins.
'OK toe-rag, this is the way things are," said the tallest girl with long straight dark hair. She was almost breathing in my face as she glared down at me. "We hate little smelly perverts like you but we have decided that we may not tell our headmistress if you remain here for the next few days and keep quiet, and do as we say. Do you agree?"
"Well no actually, I was hoping to convince your head teacher that I had simply lost my way and....."
Before I had a chance to elaborate I was pushed onto an unoccupied bed, next to the bathroom, and held down as someone pulled off my boots and socks. Someone else removed my hat and scarf. My jacket came off, then my sweater. Another pair of hands unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. My trousers were unfastened and yanked off unceremoniously.
I was just about to shout for help when someone pushed something white and frilly into my mouth. I waited for the inevitable as the five girls gathered around me in their long capes. My underpants were slowly pulled down and my penis emerged looking a bit shrivelled and I felt very self conscious and ashamed.