Saint Katarina’s

After Rhodean, Hayley’s parents sent her to a very exclusive finishing school far up in the Swiss Alps. The school did not need to have a large number of young ladies as the level of fees meant that just a few girls from the richest families in Europe provided a very attractive return on investment. Here the girls, between 18 and 20 years old, would be taught about art appreciation, international stock markets and how to move easily in the very best circles where the very best husbands could be ensnared.

It went without saying that these girls had grown up accustomed to the very best things which money can buy but that gave them one very serious disadvantage. It meant that they had no experience of the “normal” world. A girl in a state school might naturally explore her sexuality pretty much as soon as Nature provided the necessary equipment but a girl with a privileged lifestyle to protect has to be much more careful. Just one involvement with a young and virile male could result in Daddy turning off the money tap and such a fate was not to be contemplated.

But nothing can prevent hormones from surging and, in the absence of boys, a girl has to experiment with the best alternative. That was why Hayley and Sophie had, strictly against the rules, crept into the dormitory at 2pm on a Sunday afternoon.

It had not been planned as such but one thing had led to another and the pair of them were entwined on Sophie’s bed. Clothing was on but in some disarray and hands and tongues were busily engaged under the direction of forces which have existed since the dawn of time. If the two girls had been less focused on each other they might have heard the Headmaster enter the dorm and walk to a point a few feet from them. The question which he posed, in a loud voice, was actually somewhat silly but it had an electric effect on the two teenaged bodies.

“What is going on here?”

The girls leapt apart and almost fell off of opposite sides of the bed. The Head did not waste any time.

“Sophie! Go to see Matron and tell her that you need to go into Segregation. I will deal with you later. Hayley, stand up.”

Poor Hayley was not in a good state. She had been discovered in a very embarrassing position; she was terrified of the retribution which was certain to land on her, she was very aware of her scarlet face and the perspiration which was sticking stray hanks of hair to random places around her head and she was very damp and uncomfortable underneath as she stood unsteadily and desperately tried to rebutton her blouse.

“What will your father say when he receives my letter informing him that his daughter is a pervert?”

“Don’t know Sir.”

“Are you aware that your parents have signed consent forms for us to discipline you as the occasion demands?”

“Yes Sir.” Even quieter this time.

“Do you recall what happened to Samantha last week?”

A pause this time as the shock sank in. Her mind recalled pictures of Samantha going about her school day dressed in nothing apart from a strait jacket which was pulled extremely tightly underneath. At lunch time, a friend had to spoon feed her like a baby and, when she wanted the toilet, another friend had been ordered to go with her to undo JUST the crotch strap and then attend to any necessary wiping before refastening the strap.

“Yes Sir.”

“Would you like me to write to your father?”

That would be disaster.