Miss Piggy

OK so that’s not her real name but it is what we all called her at my boarding school when I was in Sixth Form (in UK, probably not the same in USA). She was the Games Mistress and she was a genuine sadist. We were all convinced she got off sexually by humiliating us and just by being a bitch. She had a somehow really prominent upper lip which came out just a little bit too much over her lower lip and she had short, butch light brown hair. When you are only just 18, you are no good at judging grown up ages so I can’t really tell you how old she was. I was no good at games; I was the one that no-one wanted on their team so I think Piggy hated me especially.

At the start of a Gym lesson she would tell us what we were going to do and then leave us in the changing room to get changed as fast as possible but after the lesson, she would follow us into the changing room and just stand by the door watching us all strip off our gym kit and then run stark naked into the showers. You couldn’t take your towel into the showers or it would get soaked so we had to be naked. There was a white wall between the showers and the main changing room but the wall did not go up to the ceiling so, if you were a senior girl, your head and shoulders were above the wall while you showered. Of course, there was a gap between the wall of the changing area and the low wall so you could go into the showers but the gap was a lot wider than a doorway and it had no door.

Piggy would watch you run out of the shower and back to where your clothes were and she would watch you dry yourself to make sure you did that properly and you dried EVERYWHERE. Sometimes she would pick on a particular girl to humiliate and would shout for all to hear, “OK Lauren, I think that bit is dry, we all know what you are doing”.

She really picked on me. On one occasion I was a bit slow in getting ready for games. I was talking to someone and I had sat down on the bench. The other girl was still standing and changing at the same speed as everyone else but I had got my top off except my bra and then sat down to take off my shoes and socks and I stayed sitting to unzip my skirt and slide it down. Piggy came marching in and shouted at me to stand up. She said that if I could not be bothered to change like the others, I could run around the running track as I was. My skirt was round my ankles at this point and I was in my bra and my white school pants. She told me to take off my bra, “You can wear a bra when you grow some boobs”. That is a really cruel thing to say to any girl but especially to an 18-year-old who knows that what she has got is all she is going to get. To make it even worse, here was a little group of girls just outside the changing room who were on their way out to the field who were now all giggling at the joke.

There was no way of resisting the force which was Piggy and she was a teacher so I just obeyed with my arms across my boobs and I ran out to the track with the bitch behind me. She just pointed at the track and told me to run and that, if I didn’t run as fast as I could, I would do another lap.

It was horrible. I was in view of my entire class and also of anyone looking out of the school windows. Even anyone inside the school who was looking could see that I was in my white knickers and I was barefoot. I could not keep my hands over my front as you can’t run fast like that and I was terrified of not being fast enough and having to run another lap. Having them bouncing unrestrained like that for so long really hurt and even the cold air on them felt bad as I was used to being covered up.

When I got back to the start line everyone else was involved in various activities like a game of netball or throwing activities. Piggy said I was too late to join in so she grabbed my ear and led me back towards the changing room. Just outside the changing room was a tiny area with a metal grille instead of a door. It was where Piggy kept basket balls, hockey sticks and the red rubber cones which we ran around sometimes. The grille was open and she pushed me inside and then clanged it shut and snapped home the padlock so I was just standing there looking out through the grille. She left me there in my cage for the rest of the lesson and, at the end, all the girls trooped past me and laughed at me, calling me a monkey in a cage. She didn’t let me out which really scared me as I didn’t know what was going to happen. I stayed in the cage until everyone else was changed then I had to dress really fast and rush to my next lesson and I got in trouble for being late.

It was probably not by chance that Piggy was in charge of the Correction Room.