Post-coffee-break lessons the following day began with embroidery. Simone thought of it as an old maid’s pastime and was not expecting to enjoy it. However, she quickly appreciated the skill and artistry involved; so much so that she swore loudly when, towards the end of the lesson, she accidentally stabbed her finger with the sharp needle and got a small blood stain on her design. The teacher, Miss Baker, glared at her....

If Jenny Young thought that going to Further Education College after her O-levels would stop arguments about clothes, she was sadly mistaken. At sixteen, she considered herself quite the adult, and one September Saturday she had gone down to Carnaby Street to buy one of Mary Quant’s mini-skirts. The following Monday morning, she put it on prior to going to college. “You’re not going out wearing that!” was her stepmother’s...

Wednesday afternoon at the Roxby Finishing School was devoted to physical exercise. Simone and Kathy were among those who opted to use the swimming pool. Naturally, one-piece swimming costumes were de rigour, though they still left much of their bottoms bare. They dove in and swam four lengths, Simone gradually pulling ahead. At the end of the fourth, Simone stopped by the outlet. “I reckon we can chat here without the mi...

You open the door to me and I cross the threshold. You close the door and we embrace; you have already changed and in your heels, you are almost as tall as me. We smile at each other and my hands drift down to your lovely bottom. Still smiling, you shake your head. “Remember what I said last time? What goes around comes around.” I nod. “I do,” I remember you saying that you are a switch and if I wanted to warm your beauti...

STATEMENT OF JOHN ATKINSON 1 There are many advantages to turning eighteen but the one I was enjoying that fateful Friday evening was enjoying a legal pint and pool game or three at the local pub. When time was called, Geoff dashed for his bus while I nipped to the loo. As I was crossing the beer garden I heard raised voices, a woman’s voice: “I said no, I don’t think we’re suited –“ The voice sounded vaguely familiar. A...

Sylvia stretched and enjoyed the Saturday morning feeling of not having to leap out of bed. She could still feel the cane lines on her bottom and the constant stimulus made her feel turned on. Her hands slid down to her crotch and she replayed the previous evening’s events in her mind as she rubbed. After she climaxed, she lay in the warm sheets enjoying the feeling of well-being. Eventually, she got out of bed and caught...

Having spent a large chunk of the money he had inherited from his grandfather on a Cape Town mansion, Joe Parkinson discovered that he now had a rich person’s problem; keeping a mansion clean and tidy was a lot more work than doing so in a one-bedroom bachelor pad. His friends were imperfectly sympathetic, pointing out he could employ someone since he earned a decent salary at the power station and unlike them, he did not...

Kathy McGuire slowly worked her way through the list of roles she wished to apply for. There were not many for a newly graduated drama student. One seemed… interesting: “On-line reality show set in a simulated but fully authentic 50s Finishing School for young ladies to run for one month. Currently recruiting for students and teachers. Payment is by profit share. Send recent photo and application to  - ” An email address...

John Harrison sighed. Once again Sylvia, the new lab technician, had not provided all the chemicals needed for his practical lesson. He was going to have to have a word with her about it. And while he was about it discuss her poor timekeeping, he sent her an email saying simply: “Sylvia, see me after classes finish. John”, and adapted the lesson as best he could. When she came to collect the equipment at the end of the le...