Paul decided that it was now indeed time to get up, time to get up and start the day he had been looking forward to for weeks now. Today, was the the day, that for the first time in Deerfoot Boy's School's long history girls were going to be admitted. Well not really girls as such, but young women. The school had been struggling of late, public schools just didn't seem to be in fashion these days what with all the talk of new state schools introducing the revolutionary comprehensive system, much championed by Anthony Crosland the current head of the governments department of education. The fuddy-duddy and almost archaic traditions of old fashioned boarding schools were now looked down upon in many circles. Even Paul's position as head boy, over the years the honour of this post had been diluted as had the power of the prefects. All things were changing even in the privacy of the Public Schools. So in these days of ever shifting sands something radical was called for to boost Deerfoot's ever dwindling income. The radical idea came from Sir Brian Starkey, a Deerfoot old boy and a well known local businessman, he was a man with a finger in many pies and also a member of Deerfoot's board of governors. Sir Brian had noticed an anomaly in his staff at his petro-chemicals unit in Teeside, though the majority of his employees were female, all his supervisory staff and management were male.
Sir Brian always thought of himself as a proactive rather than an reactive thinker, he could see that with ever new rules on sexual discrimination being mooted in the House Of Commons, it would soon come to a point where such an anomaly would be frowned upon, or even legislated against.
So he came up with an idea, he got in contact with other like minded businessmen from around the area, the idea was to fast track some females into management.
He and each other of his like minded friends, would pick out three or four young ladies from their workforce, young ladies that in their opinion would prove to make good members of their respective management teams. The young ladies would then be promoted at an accelerated rate, so as to give the companies at least the look of being forward thinking and non-discriminatory. Sir Brian, never one to miss an opportunity, also saw this as being a way to boost his old school's coffers. He pointed out to his colleagues in this new venture, that all the proposed candidates, would benefit greatly from the camaraderie and discipline that a public school education could provide.
Of course, with girls whose ages would be from eighteen to twenty four, such an education would prove to be impossible to now provide. A workable alternative could be, a six week taste of such a life. Six weeks of intensive lessons, not English or Maths, as all the likely candidates would have had reasonable education and be more than adept in these subjects.
No what Sir Brian envisaged was more teaching of the arts and the classics, perhaps even improving on language skills which could prove valuable in an ever more international market.
Sports and teamwork would feature high upon the agenda, as would discipline as you could not expect someone who is lacking in self discipline in their own life to inspire it in a workforce.
All his colleagues had agreed with Sir Brian that this could prove to be a good springboard to start the girls off on their path to management.
So during the Easter holidays of nineteen sixty six, the first group of eight young women would be attending Deerfoot Boy's School for their six week training and appraisal course.
So what does all this have to do with Paul our eighteen year old head boy?
Paul was asked if he could help the girls settle in, it was decided that a pupil's perspective, could perhaps be good thing in aiding the girls to find their feet. Of course it would mean that he would be giving up his own Easter holidays, but Paul looked upon that as being a sacrifice worth making. He hoped, probably foolishly after reading the conditions of the girls stay, that he could use some of his Head Boy privileges in the disciplining of the girls should they find themselves foul of the schools many rules. Or perhaps even use his position to strike up a little romance. Deep down he felt these to be most unlikely scenarios, but a possible ones, even just as a long shot it had to be worth the gamble of giving up his break. Paul spent the hour after breakfast wandering aimlessly around the school, the girls weren't due till ten and he was to be their one man welcoming committee. He had eight little information packs, containing the school rules and special considerations relating only to the young ladies. One of the moot points, was what the girls would wear when attending the school, the Headmaster was adamant that there should be some sort of dress code. One or two of the employers had ideas about a St. Trinians style of dress, these ideas were never put forward, but they did harbour them, so they welcomed the Heads input upon attire without any argument.
It was decided upon, plain black flat shoes, black knee length skirt and white blouse, another thing the head insisted upon was no makeup.
"I have seen some of the young girls these days, out and about around town all panda eyes and fake lashes," He told the meeting. "I will not have the school looking like a Kabuki theatre." Those around the table nodded in agreement -even the ones who didn't have a clue what Kabuki was - knowing that it would not go down well with the girls, but they had to learn that sacrifices would have to be made by them as they climbed the management ladder. The other thing the Head had insisted upon, was that the girls were made aware that any rule breaking would result in disciplinary sanctions. Again all around the table nodded, one or two wondering/fantasising even what shape these sanctions would take but again no one asked. Of course all the girls who were asked if they would like to join this pre-management training agreed. Agreed to all stipulations reference school rules and dress codes. As with their employers, they wondered about the sanctions. As with their employers, they never enquired. Finally the mini-bus arrived at the main entrance, Paul hung back as the girls got out of the bus and sorted out their bags. After all he didn't want to seem to keen upon meeting their acquaintance, didn't want to look like the excited little puppy that he felt himself to be, no he wanted to seem aloof, to seem cool even.
As he looked, it would seem that all apart from one had either chosen to forgo the dress code, or meant to get changed upon arrival. As they wrestled their bags from the back of the bus, he was treat to view of denim encased bottoms as each girl lent in to retrieve her luggage.
He could not fail to notice that each of the "chosen" employees were all very shapely and pretty, was that another of the criteria used by their respective employers?
As the bus pulled away Paul made his introduction. "Good morning ladies," He said as he approached the new arrivals. "I'm Thomas the head boy and your guide for this morning."
"Morning, Tommy!" A bright eyed willowy brunette said, a large smile on her pale heart shaped face.
"Sorry, it's Thomas not Tommy." Paul said correcting the girl. "It is a school tradition that surnames rather than christian names are used." Paul noticed that a couple of the girls exchanged odd looks with each other at this statement. "Don't worry, all will be explained in the information packs." He added.
"Isn't that confusing if you have more than one person with the same name?" The brunette asked.
"Well no more than people sharing the same first name." He said thinking this one is not backward in coming forward. "I would wager that we may have more than one Joan or Mary here today?"
At that moment it sank in with the girls, that they didn't even know each others names, of course Paul had the advantage of having read their names in advance.
"Er, I'm a Joan." The mouthy brunette said, almost giggling.
Two others nodded, and said they were Joan's too.
"So," Paul said with a beaming smile. "no confusion there then is there?" Having won this argument he gave out the folders, one to each of girls, then said. "If you would like to follow me I'll take you along to your dormitory, you can settle in, and get changed into your... er.. school wear I suppose we should call it, then I'll show you around the buildings and the grounds in say an hours time?"
"Surely we don't have to wear our schoolie things this week, the school isn't even open?" The mouthy brunette asked.
"Perhaps the school as such isn't open, but we have people visiting at all times, even when the main body of the school is closed. It does not reflect well on the establishment if we have a group of denim clad young ladies flouncing around the place."Paul answered tersely. "So yes you are required to wear you schoolie things as you so quaintly put it."
As Paul led the way, the brunette poked out her tongue to his back.
Upon arrival in the dormitory the girls were less than impressed by what they saw to be rather Spartan surroundings, Paul on the other hand saw the room as being almost luxurious compared to the male dorms, nice curtains and a couple of very comfortable looking sofas and a small area for tea/coffee making. For night time entertainment there had been a radiogram and even a small TV provided.
Having left the girls to adjust to their new home, Paul quickly set about memorising their names, the mouthy little brunette was called Joan Watts, a name he knew he would probably get sick of saying over the next two weeks. After exactly one hour, Paul knocked upon the dormitory door and waited to be called in, to his surprise there was no answer, so he knocked again.
"OK no need to get your knickers in a twist!" He heard Watts call out, then she opened the door. "Just who we need to see!" She said as she saw Paul standing in the doorway. "Come on in we are all decent, granted some more than others." She said almost hauling Paul through the doorway.
Dressed the same and washed clean of all their makeup the girls looked so different to Paul, somehow that little bit less intimidating, more controllable, then of course Watts spoke.
"Hey what's with all these rules, no leaving the school premises on a week night, no alcohol allowed on school premises, they are bad enough. No smoking! Now you have got to be joking, what are we supposed to do about ciggies? You can't expect us to just stop."
Paul tried hard to stifle his laughter. "Well you young ladies, will just have to do what the boys here do."
"Oh Yeah and whats that?" The fuming Watts asked.
"Try not to get caught." Paul said, now not even trying to hide his smirk."
"I suppose if we do get caught, we get a smacked bum?" Watts asked annoyed by Paul's obvious amusement at the situation.
"More than likely I would say if it's a prefect or matron who catches you, if it's a teacher and it is reported to the head then it will be a caned bum."
"Prefects smack people?"
"It is at their discretion in certain cases yes." Paul said revelling in this feisty exchange. "Mostly pupils prefer it that way than things being taken higher up the food chain."
"Humpph!" Watts grunted in frustration.
"If you would like to follow me ladies." Paul said as he led his charges odd around the school.
The rest of the day was uneventful, they were shown around all the grounds, had lunch, then shown around the rest of the school buildings. They were taken back to their dorm where Paul announced that they would have to stay "in uniform" till after dinner at eight, then the rest of the evening was their own free time.
"Time to do what though?" Watts asked, but received no reply.
After dinner the girls retired to the dorm, and put the radio on, each one wishing that they had thought to bring some records with them. Watts as always was restless, the smokers in the group had realised that the bathroom at the the end of the dorm was an ideal little hideout. If anyone should happen to come to the dorm, namely Paul Thomas, they would have to knock for the sake of decency, so giving the girls plenty time to flush away the ciggie ends and return to the main dorm.
Somehow though that didn't quite fit in with Watts' reckless nature, if she was going to rule break she wanted the excitement, the thrill of maybe being caught.
"Anyone fancy going for a moonlit stroll, some auntie Mary and a tab or two?" She asked her assembled fellow inmates, that was how she saw herself, an inmate.
"Auntie Mary?" One of the girls asked.
"Tia Maria!" Watts said holding up a sliver hip flask triumphantly.
They all shook their heads, all accept to Watts' surprise Powell who nodded to her.
"I don't drink, but I would like a little walk around." She said almost sheepishly.
Watts made a motion with her head towards the door, and Powell followed her. They made an odd couple as they descended the stairs, Watts back in her figure hugging jeans, Powell still wearing the ad-hoc uniform that she had arrived in. The two of them were polar opposites. Watts, brash and mouthy, Powell quite and almost mousy.
At school, though they had gone to different schools, Watts was always a bit of a bad girl, any trouble and she would somehow be involved in it.
Powell, on the other hand had been the class swat, it was only family commitments that had prevented her from going onto university, they needed the extra wage, so Powell had gone straight to work at one of the local factories when she left school with her six O-levels instead of staying on till the sixth form as all her teachers had told her she should have done. The one thing both girls had in common, well two actually, was that they recognised the opportunity that this course could bring them career wise, and they both liked to smoke.
Paul Thomas was sat in the prefect's lounge alone, sitting on the window ledge cup of coffee in hand, idly wondering what tomorrow might bring. Paul noticed a light across the quadrangle, as the door to the girls stairwell opened, he smiled as he watched the two guilty looking young ladies creep out of the door.
"Bingo, young mister Thomas!" He said to himself as he slipped on his loafers and went to his room next to the prefect's lounge to retrieve his torch. " A hunting we will go!"
The two girls made for the tennis courts, Watts had noticed there was a small hut by the side of the courts an ideal smoking and drinking den she had thought that afternoon.
She would have preferred different company to the goody two shoes Powell, still though all the more Tia Maria for herself, even if it meant listening to more of her wittering on about what a great opportunity this could be for all of them. Watts was more interested in how she could nab the dishy head boy for a bit of non-curricular fun. Having just split up with her boyfriend she was missing male attention.
"You know what I fancy at the moment Powell?" She asked her smoking partner, (the girls had quickly fell into the habit of the surname only rule) after taking a deep draught from her hip flask.
"A warm coat maybe, it's freezing tonight." Powell replied her teeth chattering.
"God no! I could really fancy some cock, that would soon warm us up eh?"
"Er....well I wouldn't know." Powell replied, feeling her face warm in the cold wind as the blood rushed to her cheeks.
"What? Virgo intacto are you, please tell me you are having me on." Watts said as she handed Powell a cigarette.
Before Powell had a chance to reply, they were both bathed in bright torchlight.
"Good evening ladies." Paul Thomas said. "I thought I would go lamping tonight, and look I've caught two delectable bunnies up to no good."
Powell quickly threw her just lit cigarette onto the floor in a vain attempt to try and hide her guilt. Watts just put hers to her mouth and drew deeply on it.
"Ah it's a fair cop guv." She said, lifting the flask to her lips to have one final swig of the warming coffee liqueur.
"You know what this means don't you ladies?" Paul asked stalling for time, not really knowing what he was going to about the two of them.
"Are you going to spank our naughty bottoms, sir?" Watts asked, slowly drawling out and emphasising the last three words.
Paul could hardly believe what he had heard, or more to the point the way it was said, it was a blatant invitation from Watts, though Powell looked mortified upon hearing her words.
"Come with me then girls, a spanking for smoking, and a couple of tickles with the cane for the alcohol." Paul said as he led the two girls to the prefect's lounge.
"I wasn't drinking!" Powell protested.
"It's true, Thomas, she wasn't drinking, just smoking. She is a one vice only girl." Watts said sarcastically.
When they reached the lounge Powell looked to be on the verge of tears already.
"I think we will have Watts over my knee first, then Powell you can take your punishment and go while I see if Watts still finds life so amusing with a four cane weals across her arse."
Both girls nodded, though Powell lacked Watts' enthusiasm for the coming procedure.
Paul pulled a chair clear of the table in the centre of the room and sat down, then beckoned Watts across to him.
To both Paul and Powell's amazement, as Watts approached Paul she started undoing her jeans and pulled them down to her knees.
Then pointing at her pale blue knickers, and winking at Paul she said. "Do these have to come down as well, Sir?"
At a loss for what to say, Paul replied. "Well what do you think girl?"
Watts then slowly lowered her knickers revealing to Paul her thickly haired fanny, Paul could feel his fingers start to tremble as she drew closer to him. As she slowly draped herself across his lap he could feel his manhood start to swell. Paul looked down on the creamy white mounds below him, "Soon add a little colour", he thought to himself as he brought his hand down firmly on her soft pillowy flesh. After a few exploratory slaps he increased the tempo, no particular alternating pattern, just random slaps on each cheek for it was the colour he was interested in, also spanking like this left that element of surprise to the spankee. As the pace increased, Watts became ever more theatrical with her screeching and squirming. These theatrical antics had effect on both Paul and Powell. If Powell had been distraught earlier, at just the idea of being spanked. Seeing now that it was going to be bare bottomed and that it would be her turn soon, brought her close to tears. By the time Watts had started kicking and writhing around the first tears were already tracking down Powell's sheet white face. Watts' antics were having an altogether different effect upon Paul, the closeness of her naked groin to his clothed and now aching groin, her erratic movements against his straining cock, Paul knew he would have to soon curtail her punishment or risk cumming in his pants. So after what was only really a cursory spanking, hardly worthy of being called a punishment, he halted and helped her back to her feet. After all he thought, she still has the cane coming her way.
"Over there please Watts," Paul said pointing to the floor next to Powell. "right then, Powell isn't it? Your turn now."
Powell felt like she was going to be physically sick, as she slowly lifted her knee length skirt high up her waist. Paul looked on in expectation, "would she or wouldn't she", he thought to himself. Then Powell now sobbing at her humiliation, put her fingertips into the waistband of her full cut white knickers and started to pull them down to her knees. Paul was mesmerised as her light brown bush came into view, then she almost threw herself across the younger males lap, in a desperate attempt to get this shameful ordeal over with.
As before, Paul started out slowly but firmly, gathering pace as he went along. He happened to glance across at Watts, who now had a beaming smile on her face, their eyes locked together over the noise of Powell's sobbing. Then Watts slowly ran her tongue invitingly around her lips, and winked again at Paul. This blatant come on from Watts brought Powell's punishment to an early close, Paul wanted some quality time alone with the mouthy Watts, also Powell had been punished at just the thought of the spanking. The shame that she went through would always far outweigh the pain. So Paul abruptly stopped the raining down of his hand, and helped the overwrought girl back to her shaking feet.
"Right pull your knickers up, and get back to your dorm." Paul told her, and she didn't have to be told twice, she scrambled her knickers back up and practically ran out of the room.
"Oh dear," Watts said in pantomime shock. "I'm here alone with a strange boy with my knickers around my knees, what ever will happen next I wonder?"
Paul felt used, he oddly felt that Watts had orchestrated all the previous events for her own amusement and Powell's humiliation. He was a pawn on a chess board to Watts' queen, this was a feeling he didn't like and one he meant to redress.
"You will bend over that desk for four strokes of the cane," Paul said firmly, as he got a cane from a wardrobe style cupboard. "that's what will happen next."
Watts shrugged her shoulders and smiled at him. "Okie-dokie, Sir!" She said as she put her elbows on the table in the centre of the room, pushing out her bottom and swaying it provocatively at the now enraged Paul.
Paul slashed the cane across Watts' still pink bottom cheeks.
She jumped up like a scalded cat as she felt the impact on her naked bottom. "You bastard, that hurt!" She shouted as she span around to glare at him. "I like the odd bit of slap and tickle.... but that really hurt!"
Watts stamped her foot in temper causing the clothing around her knees to slip further down her legs. She bent back over sniffing back a tear. The second stroke was just as painful, but she was better prepared, now clasping at the far side of the table with her fingers rather than merely resting on her elbows, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.
"Surely you can think of something else to do.. with me like this," Watts said through gritted teeth. "do I have to spell it out to you that I fancy you?"
This stopped Paul in his tracks just as he was about to deliver the third stinger.
"I know you were turned on as you had me over your lap, you were practically stabbing me in the belly with your cock. Powell probably thought you had a banana in your pocket." Watts said giggling through her tears.
Finally the penny dropped with Paul, he placed the cane on the table next to Watts face, and he started to undo his trousers. Watts sighed in relief, and moved back a little, again resting her upper body on her elbows. Though she didn't know for sure - though she had suspected it - Powell was not the only virgin in the room. Paul's only experience with girls had been a bit clumsy fumbling at the odd party, and now it showed. He tried without success to line himself up with Watts' open and expectant labia, Watts reached back with her right hand to guide him into place. Somewhat to Paul's surprise his cock glided in till his pubic bone was tight against her freshly cane marked bottom, Watts left her hand touching the shaft of his penis with her finger tips whilst he thumb worked at her hard little rosebud. To the surprise of neither of them, Paul came after only a handful of pumping strokes, but Watts didn't mind, the spanking and watching Powell's punishment had primed her well and she had also came just seconds before Paul. Also Watts thought a strapping fit eighteen year old would soon get his breath back for a repeat performance, as with everything else that evening, she was correct.