Saturday, 27 August 2011

New arrivals Easter break-part 3

Matron had calmed down by lunchtime, she realised that the current situation could not go unaddressed. She had to do something about Thomas and his apparent abuse of his position as head boy. Then again she did not want to get the boy into trouble for merely making the best of an odd situation. The only thing she could do was to see Dr. Bonham the headmaster, and see if she could alter the present rules that the girls had found themselves under. So biting the bullet she made her way down to Dr. Bonham's office, hoping that he was in today and not still taking advantage of the Easter break. She was in luck, no sooner had she knocked on the door than she heard the doctor's voice boom.

"Please enter!" Dr. Bonham's face lit up as he saw the school's glamorous matron enter his office. "Hello Matron, please take a seat, always a pleasure to see you."

Matron took to the seat in front of Dr.Bonham's desk, as always she felt uneasy in the office. Not because of Dr. Bonham, but the actual room itself put her ill at ease. It was to say at best oppressive and gloomy, at the worst you describe it as depressing. Often she had wondered why he didn't do something about the dark wood panelling, to remove it and make the place seem more airy and friendly. Then one day the penny dropped with her, he liked the office to be forbidding, the only time people came into it - other than members of staff - was when they if it was a pupil, or their child if it was a parent, was in serious trouble. Prospective new parents Dr.Bonham always made a point of seeing in either the staffroom, or in the secretary's office. This office was the inner sanctum of doom as far as the pupils were concerned, to be sent to see the Doctor meant you were really for it, and so the Doctor let the room itself reinforce that fact.

"So Matron I take it this has something to do with your young ladies?"

Matron hated the way that term, 'her young ladies' was being bandied about by the staff, for Matron from the outset was not keen, and had let it be known, about the girls coming into the school. she had rightly foresaw the problems that they could cause.

As he waited for Matron to reply, Dr. Bonham pulled a Capstan Full Strength from the ever present packet on his desk, he casually tapped the end of the cigarette on his desk to compact the tobacco before lighting it. The irony of the coming conversation was not lost on Matron.

"Well, Doctor," Matron said, the use of first names never crossing either mind, even in the privacy of the office."we have a little bit of an issue, two actually."

The Doctor nodded for her to continue, exhaling a large plume of white smoke.

"A few of the girls smoke, and I was thinking of making their dorm a sort of smoking haven for them, obviously no where else in the school." Matron could see the the silent headmaster could not see any logic in allowing this proposes rule breaking, so she continued."This morning I had the unfortunate need to spank one of the girls for smoking in the dorm. It was rather upsetting for me to have to administer a punishment like that to a woman in her twenties!"

"Mmmh, I can see your point Matron, and the other matter you wished to discuss?" Dr. Bonham said, nodding slowly.

"It is, in my opinion at least, wrong that the school prefects, young boys of only seventeen or eighteen themselves, should be in a position where they can administer corporal punishment to young women in some cases up to five years their senior." Not mentioning what had already taken place with Thomas she continued. "I find it both morally incorrect, and distasteful. So my other proposal is that one of the girls be appointed a prefect, and she alone would be responsible for the punishment of the more minor indiscretions."

"You have someone in mind I take it?"

"Indeed I have, the very girl that I had cause to punish this morning. She seems to understand best the ethic of the school." Matron said flashing the head her winning smile.

"Well, implement away, I agree to both of your proposals." The headmaster said, beaming back at her, then the smile slipped slightly as he said. "Was there anything else you need to discuss with me?"

"No sir, that is all I think. I'll go and tell the girls now." As Matron stood up, she could not fail to notice the look of disappointment on the headmaster's face. Matron saw the girls as they were waiting for the minibus to take them all home for the weekend. The news of the smoking in the dorm was greeted well by all the girls, including the two non-smokers. The news that Powell was going to be made a "de facto" prefect was greeted with a more mixed reaction. Powell herself seemed over the moon, a couple of the girls congratulated her, but two or three seemed to find the idea a little bemusing that Powell would hold sway over them.

The following Monday as the bus picked the girls up to return them to Deerfoot, Powell was already in her seat when they picked up the last pair of girls. Watts and Collins were the last to be collected, as they climbed on board Powell noticed that Collins was caked in make up. Though Powell had expected some sort of test and challenge to her authority, she had not expected it to be coming from this corner. In her mind she had suspected that Watts would be the one to make the initial statement. She could however understand Collins' reasoning. Collins was a tall willowy blond, with a painfully pale natural complexion. Dressed in their uniforms without the benefit of makeup, the nineteen year old Collins looked several years younger, she looked every inch a gangly fourth former. However, as far as Powell was concerned that wasn't the issue, rules were rules, and she meant to enforce them. It was all just a case of choosing the moment of maximum impact, maximum impact in every sense! Powell never made any comment about Collins' makeup, not even during the morning's language assessment. Mr Ward the tutor for the morning had clearly noticed the amount of blusher, lipstick and mascara being worn by Collins, but made no mention of it, to either Collins or Powell. After lunch, the girls were spending the rest of the afternoon with Matron, who was taking them for basic etiquette and conversational skills in a business environment. As they filed into the small classroom, Matron raised her eyebrows to Powell, Powell merely smiled serenely. This smile told Matron that her young protege had everything in hand, so she never broached the subject with Collins deciding to wait and see how the cards would fall.

After dinner the girls in the dorm filled their free time in playing records borrowed from Matron, and chatting amongst themselves. Powell kept out of the chit-chat, sitting alone at the table in the centre of the room doing a crossword. Her mind wasn't really concentrated on the puzzle in front of her, she was only waiting for her optimum moment to arrive.

Eventually Collins decided it was time for her bed, Powell watched from the corner of her eye as Collins stripped off her uniform. She watched as soon enough Collins was totally naked, then waited as she pulled her nightie over her head and sat upon her bed.

Before Collins had the chance to pull back her bedclothes, Powell made her move. Standing up from the table, she dragged her chair noisily across the wooden floor towards the bathroom, causing all the girls to look around at her. Opening the door she placed the chair inside the smaller room, then turned to face her now puzzled audience.

"Collins! In here now." Powell announced loudly.

"Wha... what for?" Collins asked, the situation slowly dawning on her.

"Make up! Either get in here, or I ask Matron to send you home tomorrow." Powell said her voice now dropping into a low slow enunciation."The choice is entirely yours."

Collins looked to the other girls for support, but all of them apart from Watts avoided even giving her eye contact. Watts only gave her a rueful smile and a little shrug of the shoulders, as if to say "what can you do". Slowly Collins rose from her bed, and made the walk of the condemned, by the time she reached the bathroom Powell was already sitting on the chair waiting for her.

"Please close the door behind you." She ordered Collins, who was more than happy to oblige.

"Joan... please... I won't wear it again." Collins pleaded pitifully.

"Are you obsessed with rule breaking today Collins? Surnames only remember." Powell chided the scared young girl in front of her.

"I'm sorry... really sorry."

"I think you know what to do next?" Powell said, patting her lap.

On the verge of tears Collins lowered herself over Powell's lap, and placed her hands on the floor in front of her, her eyes locked on the grain of the floorboards. In the dorm, the girls held their breath in silent anticipation of what was to follow. Powell's first thought this morning was to spank Collins in front of the others, as a warning to them all. Then she thought this would be better. They would hear the spanking and it's effect, their minds filling in the rest imagining what was happening, the mental images so much worse than the reality.

Powell ran her hand over Collins' backside, feeling the thinness of the nylon, "she may as well be naked" she thought to herself, allowing herself a little smile at how her plan had come together. Then her hand came down for the first time. Collins was caught unaware and shouted out more in protest than pain. Powell was surprised at the soft fleshy feel under her palm, she had expected the thin girl's bottom to be much firmer to the touch. She was also surprised at the sting in her own palm, still though she knew that Collins' bottom would be feeling it even more. So Powell then started the chastisement in earnest, allowing Collins no respite between blows, she quickly made to cover her bottom and upper thighs in as many hard slaps as possible in the minimum amount of time. The noise of her descending hand, and Collins' protests echoed around the tiled room. Powell knew that the noises would be clearly heard in the dorm, that was the main part of her plan. She meant to stamp her authority in no uncertain terms, it was just a shame for Collins that she was to be the vehicle for Powell's agenda. Such a minor infringement of the rules being treat with such zealous treatment, but for Powell's plan to work she needed the girls full obedience, and to be seen by the staff as dutiful prefect. The plan was working to the full, in the dorm the girls sat wordlessly, listening to every falling blow. Listening to Collins, first her shouts of indignity at such treatment, followed by a flow of obscenities and insults. All of this only to give way to entreaties of mercy, followed by clearly heard sobbing. Once the tears started flowing Powell slowed down, but did not stop her spanking of Collins.

"So will you be wearing any makeup tomorrow then?" Powell demanded of her weeping charge between the still harsh fall of her hand upon Collins' upturned bottom.

"No... no... miss... I'll be a good girl... please... please... I promise." Collins called out in desperation.

"Next time I have you in here it will be the slipper going across you arse," Powell said giving her bottom a final extra hard slap. "understand?"

"Yes... I... won't be in here again I'll be good... no rule breaks... please.... promise!"

Before helping her back to her feet, Powell was tempted to lift back Collins' nightie, just to check out her handiwork, but resisted the temptation, so she pulled the disorientated sobbing girl up, holding her arm to steady her.

"Right then, I'll hold you to your word mind, now go back in there and get to bed." Powell ordered Collins who meekly nodded.

The girls sitting in the dorm sat there open mouthed, as the red faced and tear streaked Collins came back into the room, followed by Powell carrying the chair.

"Lights out now girls I think?" Powell said, and no one complained.

Sunday, 7 August 2011

A birthday spanking!

I can't believe this is happening, really I can't, and on my eighteenth birthday too. The room around me is filled with a mixture of loud sounds, but the only thing I can clearly hear is my heart beat and the blood pumping through my ears. There are so many things to look at, but the only thing I can clearly see is the bare bottom of my best friend Angela, and the more I look at it the redder it becomes.
It all went wrong about an hour ago, up until then my day was going well, I'd left home with the promise of a great party and lots of presents that evening, I'd got to school and earned top marks in history, and a merit from my English teacher for my essay on Shakespearean sonnets. Then Angela decided to give me my present at lunch time and everything changed...........

Angela, always know for her own unique style, had snuck my boyfriend Roy into the school grounds, guided me to the large storage shed behind the bicycle racks, she opened the door to reveal Roy, my boyfriend. It turned put she'd snuck him into the school grounds just before the gates were locked, and he'd been waiting there for me.
"Enjoy your birthday present." she said with a wink.
I was stunned. "But, what are we...?"
"Oh come on, use your imagination." she interrupted. "I'll keep guard and bang on the wall if anyone comes along."
I didn't need a second telling as Roy yanked me into the shed and closed the door. I felt awkward at first, it's not that we hadn't been intimate before, but my surroundings were off putting to say the least, but after a few seconds of passionate snogging I lost my inhibitions, and soon after I also lost my panties! Roy had placed hessian sacks on one of the low tables, and he laid me back on it while fumbling at the zip on his trousers, his cock sprang out as hard as I'd ever seen it, and he soon had it protected with a latex overcoat before sliding it deep inside me. I was lost in the ecstasy of it all as we moved in unison, both of us panting as our orgasms grew closer and closer. I couldn't help swearing as the pleasure built within me.
"Ohh fuck this is good!" I murmured.
Roy chuckled. "Hey any more of that bad language and I'll put you over my knee!"
"Hmm lovely," I grinned, "a birthday spanking!"
We continued thrusting together but were so unaware of our surroundings that we didn't hear Angela banging on the wall. She suddenly burst in through the door.
"Quick! Get moving, Mr. Thomas is coming!" she yelled.
Roy holstered his weapon and was off like a rocket, fortunately he managed to escape unseen, and with a bit of help from Angela I got off the table, I was retrieving my panties just as our headmaster Mr. Thomas appeared in the doorway.
"What on earth are you two up to?" He asked, his face a picture of rage.
Angela tried to think of something to say, "I.. I, well we were."
"You were what?"
I swallowed hard. "She was, just giving me my birthday present, Sir." I mumbled.
"Mr. Thomas saw the screwed up panties in my hand and snatched them from me. "Hmm, and I think we can guess what that present was, can't we!" He shook his head as he scowled at us both. "I'm a broad minded man, but to think of you two girls getting up to that sort of thing in my school, well that's just disgraceful."
We both stood, open mouthed, he'd got it so very wrong. I wanted to put him straight, explain the situation, but that would only have made things worse, especially for Angela.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I said eventually.
"Oh you will be." He threw my panties back to me. "Put these on and both of you follow me!"
I yanked my panties back on, almost falling over in the process, than Angela and I nervously followed our headmaster around the main school building to the front door, as soon as we were inside he led us around to the right and into his office. I'd only been in there once before, and that was to collect a certificate of merit, God only knew what I'd receive this time. It was a large office, with framed diplomas adorning the walls and a huge oak desk the stood proud in the centre of the room. Mr. Thomas closed the heavy door behind us, then picked up a straight backed chair from the corner and placed it in the centre of the room.
"It's been a while since I've had cause to do this, but your behaviour certainly warrants it." He sat down on the chair and my heart skipped a beat. "I'm therefore going to give both of you a damn good spanking!"
My legs had suddenly turned to jelly and I felt dizzy, I'd never been spanked properly in my life, Roy had given me play spankings and swats to my rear end, but that was all. I looked at Angela and she was already crying, she shook from head to toe.
"Oh no please, Sir." she sobbed.
Mr. Thomas pointed at her. "I know you were keeping watch outside the shed, so you'll be first across my knee."
Angela shook her head and began to back away, so Mr. Thomas got up from his chair and went after her. He had to practically drag her over his knee, she certainly wasn't a willing recipient. I watched in awe as he flipped up her skirt and tugged her panties down, then before she even had time to react he began firmly slapping her bare bottom. From the first smack Angela was wriggling and squealing, and within seconds both of her cheeks were pink. Mr. Thomas had a tight grip on her, and when she tried to protect her stinging cheeks he quickly pinned her hand behind her back. She tried to wriggle off his lap so he swiftly placed his right leg over hers, pinioning her in place so he could continue the punishment unhindered.

........So here I am, in the headmasters office, watching my best friend get what is presumably the worst spanking of her life, and I know I'm next. The butterflies in my tummy have turned into helicopters, my legs are like jelly and my head is spinning. I don't know whether I'm going to cry or pass out, but I know I won't do the instinctive thing which is to bolt for the door and run like hell. As if sensing my state of anticipation the headmaster turns to look at me.
"This is exactly what you have coming, young lady!" he says.
I shudder at his words, and nod my head submissively.... this is like a wonderful dream come true, I'm going to get a real birthday spanking!!


New arrivals Easter break-part 2

On the Tuesday of the first week, with last night's events still fresh in Powell's mind she awoke early and went to make a hot chocolate. Looking out of the window next to the small cooker she saw a car pull up below. She was intrigued to see that it was driven by a female, very much an oddity in those days. The woman got out of the car and went to the boot and pulled out a small overnight bag, then from seemingly nowhere, Thomas - her tormentor from the previous evening - appeared and made to carry the woman's bag for her. Powell could feel her face flushing at the sight of the younger male, remembering all to well how it was only some nine hours ago that she was bare bottomed across his lap getting the first real spanking of her life. Her fingers shook as she poured out the hot water into her cup, one eye still on the chatting couple below, who was she? His mother perhaps, but she looked to young for that. A teacher, though they seemed too friendly and she too glamorous for that to be the case in such a fuddy-duddy place as this. She watched as they both entered the building directly below.
Powell's curiosity was soon satisfied, as they were having breakfast the woman breezed into the the dining hall. Dressed in a long woolen mustard coloured trench coat, looking the double of Audrey Hepburn in the film Charade.
"Good morning ladies," The mysterious dark haired woman said. "I'm Julia Carpenter, the head of history's wife, and also the school matron. I'm known universally here as just Matron, so to save confusion just address me as such, well at least to my face anyway."
She said this with a beaming confidence that immediately put all the girls at their ease, at last a friendly and more to the point female face.
Putting people at ease was something the thirty two year old matron was good at, her major role in the school was being a sort of mother figure to the younger boys, away from home for the first time, she was the smiling face that they could turn to. To the older boys, she was their big sister always there with a kind word and an arm around their shoulder should they need it. To some she was an object of adolescent crushes, their heads turned by her stunning looks and ready smile. She knew of course how she was perceived by the boys, and carried out all the respective roles to a "T", she saw herself at times as Greer Garson in Goodbye Mr Chips a stabilising influence on the boys stay at Deerfoot. Though first and foremost, she was always a school employee, though lacking in any real medical knowledge apart from basic first aid and commonsense. She was still an important part of the school hierarchy, and all that that entailed. When it came to the good name of the school, and the discipline that was sometimes required for that good name to continue, she was no less strict than any other of the masters. Of course her sympathetic demeanour and rueful smile acted as the proverbial "spoonful of sugar", but the medicine was still just as bitter when the situation warranted it.
To the new girls she had decided the big sister role would be the best avenue to take.
"I will be taking you for a few lessons in decorum over the coming weeks, but I'm sure you are all more interested in the fact that I'm going into town at lunch time and will be making up a shopping list if there is anything that any of you need." Matron said, her eyes twinkling as she took in all eight faces staring up at her from the long dining table.
There then followed a barrage of request from the girls, causing Matron to put her index finger to her lips to shush the girls down.
"One at a time please dears, one at a time!"
The girls calmed down from their initial excitement, then Watts broke the silence.
"What about a bottle of gin Matron?"
"Oh dear, mothers ruin, I don't think so. Anyway it will spoil your wonderful complexion." Matron answered, her face still beaming she continued. "Though the greengrocer does have some wonderful stone bottles of ginger beer, I could get a couple of those for you!"
This caused all the girls including Watts to laugh at the reference to Blyton's Famous Five and the old Greyfriar's Tales, it was not lost on either Matron or the girls that Deerfoot at times felt like it was in a time warp of days gone by.
"Er... em Matron," It was Watts again, struggling at seeing this woman as a matron. "what about ciggies?"
"Good point, Watts isn't it... I've tried to memorise you all from your entry folders but some of the photos are rather grainy?"
Watt's nodded amazed that she had gone to such trouble.
"Good nothing worse than getting someones name wrong is there? Yes I will get ciggies for those who smoke, and on the same subject, I expect you all realise that no male member of staff or pupil for that matter is allowed into your dormitory uninvited. So you have quite a safe little haven for illicit smoking, I on the other hand can call in at anytime and don't expect to catch any rule breaking taking place!"
This statement knocked the smiles off a few faces.
"Though I can safely say that I will not be in the dormitory before eight-thirty in the morning, at lunch times or after eight o'clock on a night time, read that information in anyway that you choose." Matron then gave the girls a large wink. "So I'll leave you to finish your breakfasts and will see you all later to collect your lists and your money."
Matron was good to her word, she collected the notes and did the shopping, she even lent the girls a couple of records to play on the nighttime's, she had indeed become the girl's big sister. By the Friday morning all the girls had gotten used to the routine of boarding school life, even if they were still the only pupils in the rambling school as the boys weren't due back for another ten days. The girls had all taken to this new lifestyle to different degrees, Watts and Powell were the most content in their new environment, for oh such different reasons.
For Powell, it was the rigid routines of the place that she liked. Having a structured day already planned out for her from breakfast time to bedtime, so unlike her chaotic home life. This was in fact the type of education that she had always longed for, she knew it was only going to be taster, and nothing more but she meant to make the very most of every minute there.
Watts' contentment on the other hand was more carnal. She was continuing to see Thomas, little illicit meetings by the cricket pavilion each night, of course he was raw and inexperienced. Their unions were not long symphonies, though he was of that age where many encores were quickly achieved. She enjoyed moulding the eighteen year old into a caring lover, and the fact it broke so many of the rules appealed and excited her all the more.
So on the Friday morning as the other girls went down to breakfast, Powell stayed in the dorm to have her favourite winter breakfast, hot chocolate and biscuits. Powell was one of those annoying people with a very high metabolism, she could eat or drink any kind of high calorific junk and it never showed on her. So after having one cup of chocolate and half a packet of biscuits she saw that she still had time for another drink and a cigarette before classes started at nine fifteen. Sitting on her bed, the radio playing in the background, she brushed her hair with one hand, cigarette in the other daydreaming in her contentment, when she heard a voice booming behind her.
"Powell what on earth do you think you are doing?"
She jumped up almost kicking over her cup of chocolate as she heard Matron's voice. Ashen faced she tried to hide the cigarette by cupping her hand around behind her back. It was a futile gesture.
Matron shook her head sadly as she watched the twenty two year old woman in front of her squirm with guilt. She shook her head again, knowing that she had no choice in what she had to now do.
"I thought I had made it clear to you all that there were certain times that I wouldn't come in here, I thought if anyone needed to smoke outside of those times they would at least have the decency to got to the bathroom. Not allow me to catching them blatantly red handed breaking clearly set rules."
Exasperated by the position that Powell had now put her in Matron sat down on the bed to the right of Powell's. As she sat down Powell could not help but notice Matron's pale blue skirt ride up her thighs, she saw the clear line of pale flesh above her stocking tops, the effect that this sight had upon Powell was both confusing and exciting in equal measures. Powell felt both saddened and shamed by the fact that she had so upset Matron with her rule breaking. Unlike the other night with Thomas, this morning she felt the need to be punished, punished soundly by this beautiful woman in front of her. She longed to go across those thin thighs, her skirt lifted and her bottom bared, for a just and salutary punishment.
"I'm sorry, Powell but you know what this means don't you?" Matron asked, Powell nodded in silence. "Right then let's get this over with as sharp as we can." Matron patted at her lap by way of an invitation to Powell.
Powell's mouth felt as dry as a sandstorm as she lifted up the hem of her black skirt, then her fingers went to waistband of her full cut white knickers, she had tugged them down no lower than the midpoint of her thighs when Matron shouted out.
"Good grief girl what on earth are you doing?"
"I... I thought you were going to er... spank me, Miss." Powell stuttered out, her skirt still pulled up, the triangle of her soft dark brown pubic hair on show.
"Yes I am, but why in heaven do you think I'm going to spank you bare bottomed?"
"Because that's what happened on Monday night... when Thomas caught Watts and me smoking by the tennis courts." The befuddled Powell replied.
Matron was thunderstruck, the very sort of thing that she, and some of the other members of staff had feared could happen, seemingly had already happened, the scandal could ruin the school.
"Are you telling me that Thomas lifted your skirt, then pulled down your knickers to spank you?"
"Well yes, Matron... well no not really he... well...." Powell struggled for the right words.
Matron could see the confusion on the young woman's face, she knew that she needed to know exactly what had gone on with Powell, Watts and Thomas. So she resorted to a tried and tested method of jogging memories. If it worked with eighteen year old six form boys, why not a twenty two year old young woman.
"Put your clothing right, then get across my lap." She ordered Powell, who was more than happy to obey.
Matron then moved Powell slightly upon her lap, her hand feeling her soft buttocks as she jockeyed her into place. Powell gasped as Matron then brought her right hand down firmly across her upturned right buttock. Matron couldn't help but notice the different sensation that her hand felt as it landed. It was the difference between that of a football, to that of feeling an over filled hot water bottle. She was so used to administering punishment to tight taut male bottoms, that the feel of a females - not to mention an adult fully formed female - seemed alien to her.
"I want to know exactly, what was said and what happened. The only person allowed to punish on the bare is the headmaster Dr.Bonham, and then he only does that in extreme circumstances." Matron followed this up with a harsh flurry of slaps, that to Powell seemed to cover all her bottom, and the tops of her thighs in a matter of only a few seconds. Powell realised now that she was in for a pain filled few minutes.
Despite having the clothing to protect her, somehow this slight woman only a few years her senior was already hurting her more than Thomas had on her first night at the school.
Matron's strategy had worked, she had indeed jogged Powell's memory, and now knew the full story. It would seem that Thomas had got caught up in a little game being played out by Watts, and Powell was just an unfortunate bystander who unwittingly dragged in. Matron was furious. Furious at Watts, who she now looked upon as femme fatale. Furious at Thomas, for being so keen to play an adult version of "Schools".
Also furious at Powell for being so naive as to let her self get dragged into their sex play. Unfortunately for Powell, she was the only one of them in the room that Matron could let out her anger upon.
Matron went at Powell's bottom in a way that she had never spanked anyone before, driven on by anger she ignored all of Powell's squirming and squealing. At one point Powell brought back her right hand in a bid to protect her poor bottom, Matron merely grabbed it with her left and brought it up tight against the back of Powell's shoulder, and continued her relentless barrage with her right hand. Even as Powell started to cry she continued to spank her, she continued till Powell's squirming stopped, and she lay across her lap still and sobbing.
Matron then helped the tearful girl to her feet, and said. "You will say not one word about what happened on Monday night, to anyone. Do you understand?"
"Yes... yes... Miss I understand." Powell said between sobs, and she understood all to clearly. She understood that she had been duped.
Deep down in the cellar, John Palmer the school caretaker, stood with his ear tight against a glass tumbler in the boiler room, the tumbler held against a dry air vent. Over the years he had heard many an interesting conversation via the school's old heating system. Never had he heard anything like this though, never anything so exciting as he stood there his eyes tightly closed trying to visualise the scenes being acted out two floors above him. He could feel the throbbing in his trousers as he listened, but most of all he knew that knowledge was power, but how to use this knowledge, that was the problem.