Hello,
I'm delighted you're interested to learn about my high school days, which have just finished – my recollections of a young girl learning the real meaning of 'life,' discovering those innocent teenage joys of sexual pleasure, losing my virginity, and leaving school very 'sexually active.'
The school I attended is a private school, hours and hours away from home. It's a girl's boarding school and it's highly regarded throughout the world by those who know of it. And, basically, it aims to totally educate and to produce 'well rounded' young ladies.
So it's a school about life, preparing us for life.
And, as you'll discover, it's very different to 'your average high school.'
In our first years at school, for example, we learned about what would happen to us over the years ahead. Yes, we'd learn English, History, Maths, Science, but in our final year we'd also be taught how to be a 'real lady,' and all the skills that are required of a maturing female and ultimately a likely wife and mother.
And those lessons in our last year of school include things that are normally not taught in high school at all – like how to have and give great sex, and how to really make love.
The school – very unusually for a school - accepts that young ladies have sexual needs and wants. It also accepts that these are natural needs. And it believes is that it is not the school's role to arbitrarily restrict our sexual activity simply because a vocal minority of people consider these needs or wants as 'wrong' or 'inappropriate'.
So there are no school rules relating to anything that is of no real concern to the school. But, as was explained to us, we (and the school) were obliged to abide by the laws of the country and, while we were still relying on our parents, we girls were asked to respect any of our parents' specific wishes.
So, for example, it was explained to us that once we became sexually 'legal' (arrived at the age when the law recognised our right to have consensual sexual intercourse), the school would have no objection to us having sex unless our parents explicitly requested otherwise.
The school was even liberally-minded enough to provide us with rooms with double beds from the time we became 'legal,' and provided breakfast to any young man who we then invited to overnight in our rooms.
Sensibly, though, every young man had to first attend an extended interview with the Head before he was granted a 'passport' which allowed him into a girl's room. The Head also ensured he knew exactly what he could and could not do within the school ("no touching, no eyeing other girls") and – as I was to discover later – ensured that he knew how to properly look after a lady!
From a young girl's perspective, it was fabulous being taught about 'life' at school. We learned far more than we would ever have learned at home simply because we were not being taught things as individuals, but as part of a group of similar age (and sexually eager!) girls, and we were not being schooled by our parents with whom it would been very difficult to discuss our personal experiences and feelings, and many of the topics we discussed at school (such as the best sex aids to use, the best ways to masturbate).
And we were all very aware of what was happening to the girl living in the room next door or just down the corridor: we would all be very aware when she had just surrendered her virginity, or know she had a steady boyfriend who was screwing her madly every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night...and perhaps also during the day on Saturday or Sunday.
And, of course, we all quickly learned which boys offered the best lays and which boys were lousy lovers!
6pm Friday night through to 8am Monday mornings were considered 'visiting hours.' Regular boyfriends would often arrive Friday night and, in that senior year, doors along the corridor would soon be displaying 'Do Not Disturb' signs (this message being one that all girls respected, no matter whether the room occupant simply wanted to study uninterrupted, to sleep, was masturbating, or was receiving a shag!) and occasionally – as a joke – girls' doors displayed 'Man Inside' warning signs that had been borrowed from the doorway leading to our showers and toilets!
On Saturdays and Sundays many of the other local boys would also visit our school to meet girls. These local lads were fully aware of the benefits some of these girls might ultimately (and, occasionally, immediately!) provide.
The school, of course, had rules. The most important of these was that there was to be no sex at all involving a student and a staff member. Transgression meant instant expulsion for the student and instant dismissal of the staff member, plus reporting of the incident to the police. That, at times, was hard for both students and staff – especially when they were teaching us things like the finer points of how to really enjoy clitoral and vaginal stimulation.
The other rules mostly covered topics such as deliberate disobedience, insolence and disrespect for the staff or other students.
The school explained that its preferred method of discipline would have been the use of a cane – but, legally, that was not possible. So, instead, the school instituted an unusual regime of punishment and humiliation involving nudity – one that the girls happily accepted and, as we progressed through the school, a system that we girls increasingly realised had certain (unintended) seductive qualities available within it!
A first visit or two to the Head's office usually resulted in a 'friendly chat'. After that, the 'friendly chat' would be held with the teenage girl standing ('appropriately embarrassed, as a result of your thoughtless action') topless in front of the Principal. Further transgressions would result in her answering to him while she was standing there totally naked, and perhaps then being instructed to stand in the corridor outside his office for a set time – once again in the buff, with hands on head, so that there was no way of hiding her tits or private bits from the gaze of any passer-by.
This, no doubt, occasionally causing a male teacher to develop a spontaneous, unwanted erection!
And the ultimate punishment, which the girls jokingly referred to as 'the nip and
nipples punishment', required the offender to stand completely naked in front of an assembled male staff for an hour or so on a Friday evening whilst the men enjoyed nips of Scotch and, intermittently, verbally humiliated the girl for what she was publicly, unwillingly exhibiting.
I can tell you from experience, there is nothing worse than having to front up to a chemistry lesson on a Monday morning to be greeted by a man who, just days earlier, has suggested to his colleagues that you had a 'pretty ordinary-looking twat' ('you cunt,' I immediately thought to myself, particularly as I was quite proud of my oh-so-narrow, newly-acquired landing strip!)...which the other teachers had then all agreed was, indeed, the case.
I and the other girls soon got used to the school's revolutionary attitude to nudity. We were permitted, if not encouraged, to roam free around the school in the afternoons, once school had finished and all visitors had been cleared from the site. We could do so topless, stark naked, or wearing just our panties and bra if we chose to do so.
It did not take long to for us to get used to the occasional male staff member passing by of an afternoon, seemingly unconcerned and unaffected by our nakedness. And our seeing a naked girl walking from the showers to her bedroom, or from her bedroom to the showers, became a very common sight.
