The Posh School.
On the loch, a swan seemed to glide effortlessly across the water, underneath the water line it's feet were paddling furiously against the now growing undertow. In the boathouse on the western shore, John Harvey looked across the loch, deciding on whether to take a dingy out now, or to wait for the tidal swell to ebb.
In Moira Mason's house, she looked at her two bored looking house guests, her niece Sandra and her friend Julia. Sandra and Julia were now into day three of their holiday on the east coast of Scotland, when Sandra's mum had suggested to Julia that she should accompany Sandra on the trip to her auntie's she jumped at the opportunity of a free holiday. Some holiday it had turned out to be, the village was almost bereft of entertainment for two nineteen year old girls. One hotel and two pubs, a post office and a general dealers, for god's sake the place didn't even have a chippie! Night life was none existent, the pubs catered for middle aged locals, and the odd holiday maker, to Julia's mind they would have to be very odd , to want to holiday here. Here they were in nineteen seventy four, glam rock bands touring all over England, and they were stuck in some sort of throwback to the nineteen fifties, where the pubs don't even have jukeboxes!
Sandra's aunt was nice enough, but she realised that the girls were getting more and more restless.
“Get yourselves out for a good walk, and some fresh air. I'll make you up a picnic basket so you can have all day out and about, it looks like we are in for some nice weather now.” She had told the girls, as she left for work at the local distillery.
The two girls looked at each other as Sandra's aunt left, they both shrugged their shoulders, picked up the basket and headed for the loch, both girls walked along in silence, both locked in their own thoughts.
Neither girl had dressed for hiking, as they were both basically town girls, they had both dressed more for fashion than practicality.
As always Julia had chosen to dress almost boyishly, high waistband black culottes cut just above her eight holed Dr Marten's, and a taper fitted yellow “star jumper”. The choice of clothing highlighted her slim waist and large womanly bottom and hips, in fact she looked rather waspish.
Sandra on the other hand opted for a thin summer dress, that in the right light it became almost transparent, a slip would have been a good idea,but that would really have defeated the point of wearing something so thin in the first place. Slips don't get you wolf whistles!
Upon reaching the south eastern edge of the loch, Sandra broke the silence.
“Have you ever thought what a posh girls school would be like?”
“Er... no not really, it's not something that has kept me awake at night, I take you are talking about midnight feasts and not communal showers, cos I don't want you going all lezzie on me!” Julia replied with a cheeky grin on her face.
“Yeah you wish! Standing here looking like you should be on the cover of “Skinhead Girl In The Glens”, I bet you would love some tongue action from a proper lady.” Sandra said baiting her friend, knowing how the mention of her secret love of Richard Allen's skinhead books was a strictly secret guilty pleasure, as she watched Julia's face redden she continued. “There is a real McCoy girls private boarding school over there in the trees, we could go and have a look around, you know a bit of a mooch about?”
“You have got to be joking, it's miles away, we'd have to walk all the way around the loch, and then back again after the teachers chase us!” Julia said shaking her head in disbelief at her friends stupidity.
“No, look!” Sandra said pointing triumphantly at a small lime green rowing boat tied up on the little jetty.
Julia burst out laughing at the idea, though the idea did intrigue her slightly. “Are you going to row all the way out there? Then all the way back, after we get chased?”
“Yeah I know how to row, me and me uncle used to go fishing on the loch years ago.... before he pissed off to London and left auntie Moira on her todd up here.”
“We will still get chased.” Julia said.
“By whom? The school is closed for the summer holidays.” Sandra reminded her friend, her eyes now sparkling in mischief.
“Ah... sod it come on then, mind you I'm not rowing.”
“OK, let's get going lazy bones.” Sandra said pulling her friend along before she could change her mind.
Julia was quiet surprised, Sandra did indeed seem to know how to row, in no time at all they were making there way to the middle of the loch. Once out onto the open water, both girls realised that perhaps they were slightly under dressed as the further out of the shelter of the trees they got, the colder and more cutting the wind seemed to be.
Julia then noticed that they seemed to be somewhat veering of course, instead of heading towards the western shore they were making a sidewards drift to the northern end of the loch, the part where the loch drained into the North Sea.
“What's up, we are going the wrong way?” Julia asked with more than a little concern in her voice.
“Just shut up and get over here and give me a hand.” Sandra barked at her friend.
“It's the tide, it's to strong for me, you will have to get one of the oars and give me a hand!”
The desperation in Sandra's voice told Julia that this was no joke.
As she stood up to swap her seat, she saw the water to the left of her, a dark, almost black sheet seemed to be coming across the loch. She looked on in puzzlement as the dark water approached them.
Sandra looked to see what had caught her friend's attention, then she too saw the black water, but unlike her friend she knew what it meant.
“Just sit down!” Sandra called out.
It was too late though, the wind driven wave hit the boat, in an automatic reflex Julia grabbed at the right hand side of the boat to steady herself. Rather than steadying herself, it caused the boat to tip further and then capsize.
In the boathouse, John Harvey had been watching Mr. McCluskey's boat's odd journey on the loch, then upon seeing it capsize he jumped into the dingy, no time for sails he switched on the engine and made his way out to the centre of the loch. It took about five minutes at full throttle for him to reach the upturned lime green hull. His eyes scanned the water, then he saw them. Two heads and shoulders grasping tightly to the red life ring, the rope still attached to McCluskey's boat. “What's going on?” He asked himself as he approached the two figures, as he got nearer he saw that neither of these two were Mr. McCluskey. Pulling up alongside the two distressed girls he first hauled Sandra from the cold water. “A nice catch.” He said jokingly to the girl as he pulled her from the water, then seeing how her soaked dress clung to her body, the water making the material see through, her pale blue matching bra and knickers now on open show, he added. “A very nice catch!” The girl flumped down onto the hard wooden seat trying hard to catch her breath. Then John hauled out the other girl, her clothing and heavy boots making it that much harder of an operation. As she was halfway into the boat, her chubby bottom cheeks upturned under him, he felt an almost unstoppable urge to give those cheeks a helping slap. Once he had both girls safely in the boat, he fished out the life ring and tied it to the side of the dingy so he could tow the still upturned boat back with him. He watched as the two oars floated off northwards, carried along by the ebb tide towards the waiting sea. He looked at the two shivering girls, both sitting there teeth chattering with the cold. “So what were two young ladies doing messing about in boats on the tidal change?”
“We... we.. were going to that snobby school for a ... bit of a look about.” Sandra struggled out shivering hard with the cold.
“Well you are in luck, I'm Mr. Harvey the deputy head of that “snobby school” so that's where we are heading for now.” John replied tersely. “I'm surprised at Mr. McCluskey lending you his boat for you to go trespassing, I'll have to have a word with him about that.”
“Mr. who?” Julia asked.
“The owner of the boat, Mr. McCluskey from the shop in the village, I take it he knows that you have his boat?” John asked, but he needed no answer, he had enough experience with guilty teenage girls to recognise the guilt on their faces. “Never mind, we can sort things out after we get you two of those wet clothes and warmed through.”
Sandra looked horrified at his words, Julia only nodded and smiled and said. “Thank you sir.”
Once back on shore, John quickly led the girls to the changing rooms by the sports hall.
“You're in luck, although I'm the only one here I have been checking that all the heating works before term starts next week.” John explained to the frozen girls.”You see even snobby schools allow the caretaker a holiday.” He added sarcastically.
Both girls were now rather sheepish, and both realised that they were in trouble, though not really sure how much.
“Right get yourselves on there, have a hot shower and I'll see what clothes I can find for you. You can dry your wet stuff on the radiators, there are towels on the rack by the shower cubicles. I'll just throw some clothes in the doorway and will see you both out here when you are both decent.”
The girls quickly stripped and got under the welcoming hot stream of water. Julia's earlier joke now seemed so hollow as the water warmed their naked bodies. Once warmed through and dried, they both arranged their wet clothes on the radiators, and went to find the clothes that John said he would throw in the door.
Gymslips, and sandals.That was it. Two pairs of sandals, and two gymslips, no underwear no blouses. The two girls looked at each other in disbelief.
“Well I suppose it is decent,” Julia said trying to make light of it all. “after all it does cover everything. You wondered about posh schools, well now here is the uniform.”
The two of them got quickly dressed, then went out to see what their fate would be.
“OK girls, follow me.” John Harvey said as he marched the two girls down to his office, talking on the way down there. “I have to admit I'm not best pleased about your planned invasion of the school. I will however take it at face value that you only meant to have a look around, and that vandalism or theft were not on your minds. So no action by me needs to be taken, the boat on the other hand is a different matter. That is straightforward theft, and as such I am duty bound to inform the police, and leave it in their hands as to what to do with the two of you.”
“The police!” Julia said in shock. “We only meant to borrow it.”
“Borrowing without owners consent is theft my girl.” John said stating the all too obvious.
“Surely the police don't have to be involved, could you not sort it out with the shop guy?” Julia pleaded.
“No I don't think so, behaviour like this needs addressing,” John said now completely in teacher mode. “and cannot go unpunished.”
“Well couldn't you just punish us like you would the girls in here?” Julia asked now in pure desperation.
“What do you mean?” Asked John.
“Er... yeah what do you mean?” Added Sandra.
“Well you know, the cane that's what happens in places like this isn't it?”
“No it is not,” John was about to say that this school had done away with corporal punishment four years ago, (A liberal move that he had not been keen about.) then stopped himself and said. “this is Scotland, we don't use the cane we use the strap up here.”
“Er.... well straps, canes, birches or cat-of-nine tails, I'm not bothered what you use here. No one is whacking my arse with anything!” Sandra said indignantly.
“OK, no problem Sands, we'll both just get arrested.” Julia said as they reached the deputy heads office. “That will look great on your application form for nursing college won't it? When you get to the part about police record?”
“Girls, girls, girls. It is all academic anyway, if Mr. McCluskey wants to involve the police it will be out of my hands.” John Harvey reminded the girls, in a manner that left the girls clear that he was OK on Julia's idea.
“Well Sands, if he can swing it?” Julia asked her friend imploringly.
“I'm not sure.” Sandra said, her bottom lip now trembling as she thought about the options.
“Ah, come on man, a sore arse for a couple of hours, or a police record for the rest of your life?” Julia said feeling that she had almost swayed her friend.
“OK..... OK you win!” Sandra finally agreed.
“Wait here girls,” John said, trying to hide his enthusiasm. “I'll ring him and see if I can sort something out.”
The two girls stood outside his office, their backs to the wall contemplating their fate.
Julia was quite taken by their severe saviour, she wished that when she had been at school that they had a teacher like him. Someone so confident and in control.
Sandra thought to herself, what a pompous lech, the way he had looked at her when he had first fished her out of the water, and now he was going to whack her arse!
After what seemed like an age the office door opened. “Please come in ladies.” John said as he invited the two girls into his office.
Both girls noticed the long leather tawse on the top of his desk. Both girls gulped. For all that corporal punishment had been done away with by the school, John had kept the old instruments of correction, as a kind of reminder of happier days.
“Mr. McCluskey was to say the least not best pleased as I explained the situation to him.” John said as he sat back behind his desk, leaving the two girls standing in front of him. “As you both know he now has a boat with no oars, so as recompense you will both work unpaid at his shop for the remainder of your time here.”
There was no dissent from either girl at this news.
“Also we both believe that a punishment is indeed required here and now. A short sharp shock to teach you that such behaviour is not acceptable.”
Still no dissent.
“For your intended trespass,” John said, going back on his previous word. “you will both receive a sound spanking.”
“Yes sir!” Julia interjected before Sandra could complain.
“The more serious matter of the theft of the boat, you shall both receive four strokes of the tawse on your bottoms.” John said, watching closely for their reactions. Julia nodded, and Sandra looked upon the verge of tears. “By the way I don't even know your names.”
“Julia, Mr Harvey.” Julia said, just wanting it all over with.
“Sandra, sir.” Sandra said, dreading it even beginning.
John Harvey stood up, picking up his chair he brought it to the front of his desk, as both girls backed off from him.
“Julia first I think,” John said as he sat back onto the chair. “over my lap please.”
All her bravado now gone, Julie slowly edged her way to his side then draped herself over his lap.
John ran his hand down her back, then felt her jolt slightly as it ran over the swell of her bottom. His hand continued it's journey down the back of her thighs till it reached the hem of her gymslip. Grabbing the hem of her garment he started pulling it back and up her legs.
“Whoah!” Julia cried out, her hand rushing back to stop him.”What are you doing, I've got no knickers on!”
“And whose fault is that my girl?” John said sternly. “Even if you had any on they would be coming down anyway, these are going to be traditional bare bottomed punishments.”
Quickly weighing up her options, she moved her hand and said. “Yes sir.”
Sandra watched on in a mixture of horror and fascination as her friends bottom was bared. She knew only to well, that in only a matter of minutes it would be her in the same situation. For all of that though, she could not take her eyes off her friends upcoming chastisement.
John waited for Julia to settle back down, his hand resting upon her soft fleshy cheeks, then he started. His hand came down rapidly, taking Julia by surprise causing her to shout out in protest. His ears were deaf to her calls, he attacked her bottom cheeks with a great deal of gusto, his fingers alternating from cheek to cheek. In a matter of seconds the paleness of her bottom was being replaced by a hot pinkness.
Sandra looked on, now open mouthed as she watched her friends legs kick up as she tried to stamp out the pain from her bottom. Her kicking legs giving a lewd display of genitalia and pubic hair. Sandra had seen Julia naked many times before, but never from such an angle, and never in the company of a male.
After no more than two minutes or so, Julia was in tears, and John's tempo was slowing down. Sandra's knees now felt like jelly, as she knew Julia's turn was nearing an end, and hers would be just about to begin.
John Harvey helped the weeping Julia back on to her feet.
“Hands on top of your head my girl!” He ordered, and Julia rushed to obey not wanting any further slaps to her bottom.
As she stood in front of him swaying from side to side, she made no attempt to complain as he tucked the hem of her gymslip in to the belt around her waist, leaving her now bare from her hips down over, from both the front and to her rear.
“Sandra, I believe it is your turn now.”
In a dreamlike state, Sandra as Julia before her, draped herself across John's lap and waited for her bottom to be bared and reddened. Now it was Julia's turn to see her friends punishment, and to witness the display of flaying legs and rapidly blushing cheeks. John treated Sandra to the same blistering salvo of spanks that Julia had received, but to his surprise the slighter girl proved to be a tougher nut to crack. Crack though she did after about five minutes, her bottom now looking like a mosaic of pinks, reds, and purples. Like Julia, he helped her to her feet, and tucked her hem in to the belt leaving her also completely bare down below.
“Right young lady, go and stand by your friend.” John said, as he sat himself down on his desk and picked up the wicked looking tawse. He surveyed the two contrite girls in front of him, his eyes coming to rest in turn on each triangle of pubic hair. Julia's was much thicker and darker, a mass of black wire wool. Sandra's, much lighter, and sparser, he could see the clear delineation of her labia through the light covering of downy hair.
“Well girls, that's the first part over with,” He said almost conversationally. “we can get the tawsing over with, then once the two of you have composed yourselves, we can have a nice cup of tea while your clothes dry, then I'll drive you both back to the village.”
Both girls nodded, lost in the surrealism of the situation, it would seem that anything John suggested would now be met with a nod.
John turned the chair around, changing the angle so it now faced the girls “Julia, you first please,” John said softly. “if could be so kind as to kneel up onto the seat and bend over as far as you can and grip the legs at the back.”
Unsteadily Julia obeyed, as she bent across the top of seat her bottom was raised high her open sex clearly on view to anyone behind her.
“Brace yourself girl, I'll make this as quick as possible for you!” John said, and good to his word he did. Each blistering stroke was met with a howl of pain, to Sandra's ears the whole room seemed for about thirty seconds to be filled with her friends screams. Then it was over, and all you could hear was Julia's soft sobbing interspersed with vows of being a good girl from now on.
Ever the gentleman, John helped Julia to her feet after giving her a gentle encouraging pat to her bottom, his fingers accidentally catching the lips of her sex. He looked at Sandra, before he could even say anything she made her way to the chair and got into position.
This time though she didn't make any attempt to hide her pain, like her friend each stroke was met with a reaction of distress. Then she too received the wandering pat of encouragement from John as she was helped back to her feet. Both girls were given a hankie to wipe away their tears, then taken to the staffroom for tea. Their clothes were still damp, so John took them for a tour of the school, the look around the “posh school” that had brought them here in the first place.
Of course when they set out on their trip this morning, they were not expecting a guided tour by the deputy head. Less still they didn't expect to be walking around the school in gymslips, gymslips with the hems tucked tightly up around their waists. Their throbbing sore bottoms a constant reminder of their nakedness, not that they needed any reminder.
Once their clothes were dry, they went to get changed, John followed them into the changing rooms. They could hardly complain, as they had spent the last hour and a half walking about with him, both with their fanny's and bare red bottoms on open display. So it hardly seemed that much of a big deal, that now he would see the swell of their bare breasts' or for that matter see what colour underwear they would be wearing.
As they changed, he told them what time they should be at McCluskey's shop, and warned them to be on their best behaviour as he was not best pleased with them.
On the short drive back to the village, Julia wondered what Mr. Harvey had meant about being on their best behaviour.
Sandra wondered how she was going to explain the lost picnic basket to her auntie Moira!