Rachael gets the cane…

Hello; Rachael here again; let me take you back in time again to my school days in the fifties. Don’t think of me as I am now, although I’m told that I’m not unattractive but rather imagine me at the age of 18. I’m sitting at my desk in class, its one of those with a sloping hinged lid and my bottom is perched on a hard wooden chair. I am wearing school uniform of course and I’ve already told you what that consists of but for all those of you not paying attention…….report to my study after prayers…….(LOL)…I’ll tell you again; dark green blazer with school badge on breast pocket, dark green pleated skirt, white blouse, green striped tie, black nylons and black shoes……oh yes and for those of you remotely interested in such matters(!) and against all school rules…..white satin knickers with lace front….oh yes and a matching bra of course.

I was taking a risk with the undies because as I’m sure you’ll remember (strange how men seem to remember these things) my uniform called for me to be wearing plain cotton knickers in dark bottle green and although a plain bra was acceptable, what I was wearing was not what could readily be described as ‘plain’. The reason for this infringement of school rules? The usual of course! After school I had a hot date with a rendezvous on the back row of the cinema. I was looking forward to receiving some furtive groping in the dark, the thought of which was already starting to harden my nipples.

The lesson I was supposed to be benefiting from was English Literature, usually my favourite subject and the one in which I would later read for my degree at Oxford. However, on this occasion studies of Shakespeare’s Henry V (even though the passage under consideration made reference to “turning the Dauphin’s balls to gunstones” and I was hoping later that evening to have a similar effect on a certain young gentleman at a similar stage in his studies at the neighbouring Boys’ Grammar School) failed to completely distract my attention.

Most of my classmates were invariably reduced to fits of uncontrollable sniggering when this part of the play was discussed. Any reference to ‘balls’ and especially if a man’s name was linked to them would reduce the average teenaged girl to hysterics and I suspect that nothing much has changed in this matter over the years. The mistress had to ignore this and carry on with the lesson but on this particular occasion she failed miserably to so do. She observed Danielle passing a note to Wendy. Both girls were ordered to the front of the class and the note demanded for inspection. Miss Norman was not amused by Danielle’s discovery in the text of the phrase “Pistol’s cock is up” and the rather obvious remarks made by that young lady to her friend.