I was walking across the schoolyard to the cafeteria when I saw them. Two of the older girls who looked like they were fighting. There was a small group of spectators gathering around them. There was clearly something up, so I quickly made my way over to see what was going on - one of my responsibilities as Head Girl was to monitor the behaviour of the other girls during break. As I walked, I could see that they were tuss...

Later that day, I emerged from the detention classroom after a tedious hour of writing lines, to find Kate leaning against the wall in the hallway, school bag clasped to her chest. ‘Oh – hi, Kate.’ I had no idea why she was there. Or what she was thinking. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help flushing, though. After everything that had happened this morning, I felt attracted to her more than ever; she looked so desirable....

Once inside her house, Kate led the way upstairs to her bedroom. We didn’t speak – I don’t think either of us could think of much to say, really. Her room seemed – to my eyes, anyway - fairly typical of a teenage girl’s; perhaps with a few more trophy’s adorning the shelves. Desk and chair for homework, posters of pop groups, movie stars and other icons on the walls. I toured the room with my eyes, finishing with the bed,...

‘Hi, Kate! I’m home!’ ‘Oh, no. Mum’s home! Quick – get dressed!’ Kate and I quickly separated, and hurriedly put our underwear back on, and tidied our school uniforms. Then we heard her mother calling again. This time sounding very cross. ‘Kate! Kate! Come down here this minute!’ Uh oh… Giving me a wild look, Kate hurried out of the room, and I quickly followed. ‘Hi, Mum – this is…’ ‘What’s this, Kate? How did this happen...

Exams were finally done, and school was over for the year. My daughter, Kate – the ex-hockey captain, now that she’d finished school - was away at a two-week hockey training camp, and though I missed her, I was enjoying the peace and quiet of being home alone. I was just finishing off some ironing, thinking of an afternoon in the garden, when the doorbell rang. To my surprise, it was Judy, my daughter’s girlfriend. ‘Oh, h...

Judy had a warm shower, and then I got her to lay face down on Kate’s bed whilst I attended to her sore, well-spanked bottom. Being naked in front of me didn’t seem to bother her – though it was doing things to me that both aroused and confused! I rubbed a soothing cream, along with some arnica into her bruising. She seemed very happy to be mothered, and I tucked her up in bed with a cup of hot chocolate, and told her to...

The sun was shining, and I was hot and sweaty as I stepped out of the mini-bus, still in my hockey strip. I smiled when I saw that Judy was at home, waiting for me by the front door in a short, floral, summer dress. I dumped my bags – dirty washing and hockey kit, mostly – and kissed her, mischievously probing her mouth with my tongue, eager to show her how much she had been missed. She took my face in her hands, bit down...

Kate I really needed to have words with my mum. I knew that, but wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it; it was a very sensitive subject. I couldn’t ignore it forever though and knew I should just get on with it. So, taking a deep breath, I trooped downstairs to the dining room where Mum was finishing off some ironing. “Mum, can we have a chat?” “Yes, darling, of course.” “It’s about Judy…” “Oh.” The way she said it made...

It was the Easter holidays, and Kate and I were enjoying coffee and cake in the Coffee Bean café – our favourite haunt when we were back home. As I returned from the ladies' room, I noticed that Kate had been joined at our table by another woman. She stood as I approached. “Judy – look who I’ve found!” exclaimed Kate. I belatedly recognised the lady – it was Mrs Griffiths, headmistress of the school we had left the previo...

Ruth The pair of them were giggling like schoolgirls when they came through the front door. “What have you two been up to?” I asked with a smile. “Oh, nothing,” my daughter, Kate, said with a snigger. “It doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” I replied, arching my eyebrows. “Are you going to tell me, or will I have to beat it out of you?” I said, keeping my tone light-hearted to indicate that I was joking. Interestingly, Jud...