The Naughtiest Girl in the School

I was driving Master Freddie back from St Albans. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the countryside looked lovely and we were both in fine spirits. He really is a most handsome chap and he always sits up front with me and engages me in amusing conversation. I never get that from Sir George, he invariably sits in the rear seat and says not a word. I prefer driving Freddie for more than one reason!

As I turned onto the main road I gave an exasperated sigh. The road ahead was up and the workmen had erected a large sign advising road users that it was closed. No matter, this was a part of the county I knew well and I was confident of a diversion. I took the next left down a narrow country lane.

“Where are we off to now?” Freddie asked.

“Don’t fret, I’ll have us back on course ‘ere long,” I grinned, “Luckily I know the back roads around here.”

“Not your part of the country surely? I thought you were a city girl?”

“I am, but I was sent to school around here. Indeed if you look over to your right you’ll see it. ‘Kingsmead School for Girls’ – my alma mater.”

“I think that was the place that Father was considering for Cousin Lucy and Cousin Charlotte.”

“Why did he choose not to send them there?” I asked.

“Too liberal an education I believe,” Freddie replied.

“Liberal!?” I snorted with amusement, “It’s hardly that. Dr Carrick runs one of the strictest schools in the country, and I should know!”

“Oh really?” Freddie said, very interested all of a sudden, “Tell me more.”

“I’ll tell you all about it when we get back to Winterbrook,” I smiled.

It took us but half an hour to complete the journey. I drew up outside my house.

“Shall I take you back to the hall or would you like to come in and hear me relate from tales from Eleanor’s schooldays?”

He grinned from ear to ear. “The story of Eleanor at school is something I wouldn’t miss for the world.”

We went inside and as soon as the door was closed behind us he took me in his arms and gave me one of those jolly nice kisses that we both enjoy so much. Then he took my hand and led me through into the parlour. He sat on the sofa and pulled me down onto his lap.

“You promised me a story,” he said.

“I did indeed.”

“What’s it called?”

I thought for a moment, “How about ‘The Naughtiest Girl in the School’?”

He chuckled, “Just the sort of story I love.”

And so I told him. I really had been a tearaway at school, getting up to all manner of pranks and japes and constantly in trouble with my housemistress. Many were the times that I spent face down over her knees getting my bottom warmed. I could tell that Freddie was enjoying hearing about it all.

“What was the worst thing you ever did?” he asked.

I giggled and felt myself blush a little. “I suppose that would have been the incident of the knickers up the flagpole.”

He laughed, “Oh do tell.”

“Well, it was Lavinia Barnstable’s fault really, she was the one who proposed the wager. She bet me two shillings that I wouldn’t dare to steal Matron’s knickers and hoist them from the flagpole on Empire Day.”

“Empire Day?!”

“Yes, that was what made it such an exceptional dare. Twenty-fourth of May 1905, a date that’s written in my heart – or more accurately, marked across my bottom!”

He ran placed his hand on my thigh and caressed softly. “Go on.”

“I could hardly resist a wager like that. Wouldn’t have been good for my reputation if word had got around that Ellie Randall had been too much of lily-livered coward to take on a dare. So I did it. Stealing Matron’s knickers was the easy bit. I simply slipped into the laundry after dark and found a pair of hers. They were easy to spot, Matron was a woman best described as ‘broad of beam’ and her undergarments were correspondingly huge. More tricky was getting them up the flagpole. It wasn’t difficult to lower the Union Flag but attaching the knickers wasn’t easy. Somehow I managed it and as proud to hoist them up and see them fluttering in the breeze! Dr Carrick was less than amused the next morning when he looked out of his study window!”

“What did he do?”

“The first thing he did was to get the caretaker lower the knickers.” I giggled again, remembering all the girls hanging out of the windows as the improvised white banner was tugged down by Mr Perkins. The old man was very red in the face, I think he was mortally embarrassed, which only added to the fun.

“When the Union Flag was safely restored to its position of honour we were all told to gather in the assembly hall. I knew then, as I had always known, that there was going to be hell to pay. But it had been a jolly good wheeze and had made everyone laugh.”

“It was an exceptionally naughty thing to do,” Freddie remarked.

“Yes, that’s what Dr Carrick said. He berated us all for a good ten minutes then asked whoever was responsible to own up. Well, I said nothing, thinking perhaps that if I kept quiet then I would get away with it. But when no-one admitted responsibility Dr Carrick gave us an ultimatum – if the girl who had committed this terrible offence didn’t come forward by noon then the whole school would be caned!”

“So what did you do?”

“I didn’t have any choice. I couldn’t let the other girls get whacked on my behalf, that would have been jolly unfair and shown me up to be a thoroughly bad sort. No, I did what I had to do – immediately assembly was ended I reported to Dr Carrick and admitted my guilt.”

“I can’t imagine he was best pleased?”

“He was livid! Gosh, I’ve had some tellings-off in my time but never one like that! He told me that I was a wicked, unpatriotic little madam. That what I had done was nigh on traitorous and I deserved to be locked up in the Tower of London! I would have laughed if he hadn’t been quite so angry. I knew where it was heading but it took him a good ten minutes to get there.”
I paused and planted a little kiss on Freddie’s lips. “I think you can imagine the rest,” I teased him.

He squeezed my thigh. “Don’t be mean, I want to hear it all,”

I gave a theatrical sigh, “Oh gosh, very well, if I must.” I took a deep breath, bringing the scene to mind before I spoke. “I remember it very vividly. Dr Carrick announced that he was going to punish me severely. That he was awarding me eighteen strokes of the cane on my bare bottom. Well that brought me up short I can tell you. I’d had the cane before but never more than six strokes and had always found it eye-wateringly painful. The thought of three times that number was frightening to countenance. I was made to fetch the cane from the bookcase and present it to him. He then made me lift my skirts and bend over the arm of the Chesterfield sofa that graced his study. Once I was in position he untied my knickers and bared my bottom. Then he left me, lying across the sofa arm, bare bottom in the air whilst he went back to his desk and re-filled his pipe. As he fiddled around with his smoking things he continued to lecture me on what a reprobate I had become and how much I deserved to be whipped. Well I just wished he would get on with it, it was awful lying there waiting for it to start. But of course when he did begin I wished he had never started! Oh golly gosh it was a very tight caning! I thought it would never end. He certainly didn’t hold back, every stroke was a real stinger. And being the cruel beast that he was he drew it out as long as possible, going back to his desk for another puff on his pipe and a few more stern words before picking up the rod again and continuing my swishing.”

As I spoke I could tell that Freddie was getting very worked up – the evidence was pressing into me! It’s strange how the act of smacking my bottom or hearing about me being whacked seems to delight him but maybe all men like that sort of thing?

We kissed deeply then he took my hand and we went upstairs. It was even better than the first time. This time he had me go on top and I went astride him as though I were riding a horse. At first it was a walking pace, then as we got into our stride it became a rising trot before we headed for the finishing post with a royal gallop!

Dr Carrick told me that I was the naughtiest girl in the school. On the evidence of today I suspect that his opinion of me would be very much the same!