I didn’t have much time to gather my thoughts before I was once again outside Mr Henry’s rooms. My day with Matron had been over for all of five minutes, and the education I had received at her hands had left my mind in a whirl. I needed time to process what was happening to me, but I was being denied that time by the hectic pace that my three tormentors were setting me. I stood outside the door and looked at my watch. Still a minute to go so I waited. As I did so, the sixth former who stroked my cheek this morning came towards me. Was it only this morning? So much had happened to me in such… अधिक पढ़ें

I made my way back to the house, my body aching from the punishment Mr West had meted out with the crop. My shoulders, the small of my back and my buttocks stung from the beating I had taken, and the sense of shame and humiliation I felt in his rooms had not yet left me. As I entered the boot room it was approaching 6.30. The lights were off as I sat on one of the benches and started to take off my shoes. I heard a movement and looked up. “Good, you're back. Mr West phoned to say you were on your way. He mentioned that you will need some more panties. Follow me”. Mr Henry moved out of th… अधिक पढ़ें

I got up at 5.00 am, I wanted to be sure I wasn't late for Mr West. He was bound to be expecting me, Mr Henry will definitely have told him I would be there. I showered, got dressed into my uniform, wearing under my trousers the contents of the Marks and Spencer bag and went over to his house. I knocked on his door and waited. And waited. I knocked again and still no one answered. I was standing outside his study door, unsure what I should do when one of the sixth form boys walked along the corridor towards me. I kept my eyes downcast, not wanting to attract attention, which on reflection… अधिक पढ़ें

I trudged my way back to my house, still reeling from my meeting with Mr West and made my way through the still sleeping dorm and climbed onto my bed. I was trying to absorb what had just happened. After about five minutes or so I realised I was still in my soaking wet gym kit so I grabbed my dressing gown and made my way to the showers, taking care not to wake the other boys. It was still only 6.30, half an hour before lights up. I turned on the taps of the showers and waited until the water stared to steam, stripped off my wet clothes and got under the hot jets. As I washed, I could fee… अधिक पढ़ें

What is it that makes me want to submit? What is it that makes me want to act like a whore? What is it that makes me dress like a slut and fall to my knees in front of a strong man? It goes back, as all these things do, to c***dhood. My parents split when I was only four years old, in a working-class family in the 1960's this was quite something. My mother had to become the sole breadwinner for us both and found it quite a challenge. She became very bitter and hard and started to hate men. She found a boyfriend in the early 70's but he was quite a wimp and left after 18 months and she neve… अधिक पढ़ें