Lowewood Academy

“So did Jen sort things out with Laurence, then?”

We lay entwined together, wallowing in the afterglow of a particularly vigorous fuck. There were so few precious nights left for us to take full advantage of my empty bedroom and, although we’ll be in WOMAD pretty much instantly after the end of term, we were still squeezing in as much sex as possible. Who knows if we’ll get to see each other through the long weeks of the summer holiday?

“Well, kind of,” I murmured, snuggling against the warmth of his chest. “They’ve agreed that if he catches her doing something really bad, he can’t punish her but he’s allowed to send her to someone else who will.”

“I’m kind of surprised she even agreed to that, to be honest.”

“Well, this was after like several days of negotiation. I think Rosie did a lot of work diplomacy-wise – that girl should so get a job at the UN or something.”

“Yeah.”

We lay in comfortable silence, stroking each other, kissing occasionally and generally revelling in the proximity and warmth of our naked bodies.

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“Right, I think you need a treat after that.”

My hair was dishevelled, my clothes were either off or in the process of coming off and, although I couldn’t see it from this angle, I could just imagine the deep red blush that must now be spread all over my bare bottom.

I sincerely hoped that no one had heard me squealing once he started with the hairbrush…

Our conversation had begun innocently enough – just a little chat about what we’d done during half term. Ollie had told me all about his sailing and tennis adventures (well, as much as you can have an ‘adventure’ whilst playing tennis) and then I’d bitched and moaned about my mum and Mr. Mattison (or Mr. Fattison as I’ve – admittedly rather childishly - started calling him) garnering many sympathetic hugs and kisses in return. But then I’d gone and put my foot in it…

Ollie lay me down on my bed. I wriggled as my hot bottom made contact with the cool bed sheets… and then I wriggled even more as Ollie dragged by knickers down past my knees, over my ankles and then tossed them carelessly onto the floor. “Now, Faye,” he said softly, looking up at me with a dark, hungry look on his face. “Ask me nicely…”

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It was yesterday that Emilie got the summons.

“What is it?” I asked, looking anxiously at her suddenly pale face.

“I have to report to the Headmaster’s study this evening,” she whispered. She looked at me, stricken. “Do you think he will cane me again?”

“No, no, no,” I said quickly. “You haven’t done anything wrong lately, have you?”

She shook her head wordlessly.

“Well, then, it must be something else,” I said bracingly. “Maybe even something good.”

She didn’t look convinced.

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