| Subject: | Title story: "Saturday afternoon" Author: Ricardo 124593751 |
| From: | TheXfan |
| Posting date: | 08-12-2007 |
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Introduction : A jolly tale of school days As Helen slowly walked down the
seemingly endless corridor, it would be the smell of floor polish that she would
remember most. That and the sunlight playing on the oaken panelled walls from
the high windows. At the far end of the corridor was a single door. A large and
imposing door, also in panelled oak, with a plaque in the centre and at eye
level for the average 18-year-old schoolgirl. On the wall over the door was a
clock, the hands of which stood at five minutes to three. Helen arrived at the
door and being of the average height for a sixth former was able to read with
little difficulty, the inscription on the plaque. It identified the door as that
to the study of the Headmaster. She glanced at the clock above and saw that a
further minute had elapsed and that a mere four minutes remained before the hour
would be reached. She stood quite still outside the door praying that nobody who
knew her would appear at the far end of the corridor. There was only one reason
for a girl to be waiting outside that particular door on a Saturday afternoon
with the clock approaching the top of an hour. Nervously, she examined her
dress. She was wearing a white shirt with her uniform tie neatly knotted dark
blue uniform pleated skirt and underneath she was sure that was satisfactory as
well. With a louder than usual click, the clock hands above her reached three
oclock. Tentatively, she reached out and knocked on the door in front of her. A
voice she knew well instructed her to enter and she knew that she must obey. She
entered the Headmasters study. She had been in this room before, and its
elegance always impressed her. It was a large and spacious room probably a
friendly room in other circumstances. Against the far wall was a large open
fireplace and she could imagine how cosy it would be in winter. But this was
July and one of the warmest days of the year. The study was rectangular with a
large window on the wall diagonally opposite the door by which she had entered.
The top fanlights were open and the scents of summer were heavy in the air. The
playing fields were such a short distance away and happy cries of those
fortunate girls engaged in the more usual Saturday afternoon school activities
were only too audible to the girl standing irresolutely midway between the door
and the large imposing desk behind which was seated the owner and sole occupant
of this study. When she entered the room he had been writing and as she walked
through the door, he had not even looked at her. He did so now, carefully
replacing the top on his fountain pen before carefully setting it down on the
green leather padded insert to his large imposing desk. He leaned back in his
swivel chair of deep burgundy red leather, and looked at her. Well, Helen he
said, is this the way you like to spend your Saturday afternoons? No Sir Helen
replied with a catch in her voice, knowing full well how the next part of the
scene would be played. He leaned forward in his chair and placed his hands on
the desk and got to his feet, The solution is in your own hands you know full
well why you are here and what happens next. The girl lowered her gaze and
looked at the carpet and mumbled Yes Sir.
The Headmaster pointed to the area in front of his desk and Helen walked forward
to it. Bend over Helen and touch your toes if you please he ordered as he walked
over to a large wooden cupboard against the wall opposite the fireplace. As he
opened the cupboard doors, Helen bent over and grasped her ankles. She knew what
was in the cupboard. The Headmaster looked at the array of canes and tawses
hanging neatly on hooks on the internal sides of the cupboard and selected the
Senior School Cane. This was an extremely pliant length of bamboo just over
three feet in length with some tape wound around the thicker end a couple of
inches from the tip. He held the cane between his hands and flexed it into an
arc and then sliced it through the air to with a sound that made Helen some
fifteen feet away clench her buttocks involuntarily. He turned away from the
cupboard and stared at the sight in front of him. School uniform dress code
directed that sixth form girls should wear black tights with their dark blue
skirts and white tops. They should also wear dark navy blue standard school
knickers. There was nothing in the dress code that made any mention of black
satin thongs and lace top hold up stockings and as the action of bending over
had caused the skirt to ride up Helens thighs it was all too obvious what
indiscretions she was wearing underneath. He stared in disbelief and sliced the
cane down a second time which had a curious effect upon Helen who was watching
him through her open legs. She parted her legs and pushed her bottom out towards
him. I shall not cane you over those garments he said and suiting actions to his
words, he first pulled her skirt over her back and then hooked his fingers under
the waistband of her thong ...
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