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The Hockey Team’s new captain
The Hockey Team at Saint Helena High School had done reasonably well over the last few seasons, making steady progress both in the ‘Sir Hansi Cup’ and the ‘Inter-Schools Girls Hockey League’.
This last season had been the best for over ten years, the team having reached the semi-finals of the cup, finishing fourth out of sixteen teams in the league.
Most of the recent run of good form and the success of the last season had been attributed to the skills of the new PE Mistress, a strict, very athletic German woman, Frau Margarethe Bauer. She was known to the girls as ‘Thrasher Gretchen’, (or simply ‘Gretchen’) as a result of her liberal use of corporal punishment to encourage good behavior and performance both on and off playing fields.
In the reserve side last year, a girl called Charlene had really impressed Frau Bauer. With the start of pre-season training almost upon them, she posted this season’s first team squad. It included Charlene, an innocent polite girl, two years younger than the next youngest in the squad. Despite her age, Frau Bauer decided to make her the team captain. She not only possessed excellent hockey playing skills, but also had shown real leadership qualities.
When she came to school the next day, she had no idea of the accolades she would receive from her friends…
When she entered the classroom a huge cheer surprised her. Suddenly she was the girl everyone wanted to know…
It was the talk of the school, but when the news reached two other girls, Samantha and Kate they were not pleased at all. They were jealous of the sudden rise in popularity of a girl whom they now saw as their main rival.
They went to the first pre-season training at lunch time, and it was quite obvious that Charlene was extremely talented. It was also obvious that she had a serene quality to her, a sort of trusting charm. Kate looked at Samantha and remarked,
“Look at her, I bet she believes everything anyone tells her. She looks so young and innocent! I really don’t like her. Look how everyone is almost falling over themselves to talk to her, God, isn’t she wonderful! We must get to know her and be her best friends… I THINK NOT!”
They watched her in the classroom after the training. She was very particular about her hockey stick, cleaning it and smearing it with linseed oil, like a cricket bat…
The two girls grew even more jealous at the way she looked in her training kit. Her shorts were very short, and red red top was quite skimpy. Things were relaxed in training, and so long as a red top was worn everyone was happy.
Samantha scowled. She took an instant dislike to Charlene, and her charm, her talent and her ability to make friends and, and, and… The list was growing…
Charlene’s name kept cropping up all day long, and the two jealous, spiteful schoolgirls Samantha and Kate began to scheme, and plan.
They began to make themselves noticed in the background of her life, giggling and pointing at her. Charlene began to feel worried. They looked two formidable, older, frightening girls….
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A new regime at St.Helena’s
After successfully serving 15 years and 10 years respectively as Headmaster and Head of Discipline, The School’s Board of Governors decided that both I, Mr.Jones (Headmaster), and Miss Kenworthy (Head of Discipline) should be granted sabbatical leave for the whole of the Summer term. Miss Kenworthy decided she wanted to see more of the World and go travelling to some of the more exotic far off corners of the globe. I chose to use this opportunity to spend my sabbatical leave indulging one of my lifelong dreams, learning to drive a steam engine and seeking unpaid work on our local preserved steam railway during the subsequent Summer holiday.
The Board therefore advertised two temporary posts, one for an acting Headmaster or Headmistress, and the other for an acting Head of Discipline. Such was the good reputation of the school, we were not short of good applicants. After shortlisting from a much longer list of applicants and interviewing them, we finally alighted on two very suitable candidates, both of whom were women. We appointed a middle aged woman called Miss Trundle as Headmistress and, an aptly named woman in her early 40s called Miss Whipstock as Head of Discipline. Both ladies came with excellent references and both firmly believed the efficacy of old-fashioned discipline when applied to the bottoms of naughty young ladies.
Thus Miss Kenworthy and I set forth on our chosen paths to enjoy our sabbatical, in the knowledge that the school was in safe hands. She left behind her collection of canes, straps and plimsolls, instead taking with her an assortment of sun tan lotions, sun hats and bikinis, sandals and pretty sundresses. For myself, my dark grey suit and tie, academic gown and hood, were discarded for a well-used boiler suit, peaked cap, heavy boots and a tea flask!
The ability of the new acting Headmistress and Head of Discipline to take over control and enforce our long tradition of discipline can be witnessed in the following account of a typical Friday afternoon session in the school’s punishment room.
The new ‘regime’ had decided to revert to the name ‘punishment room’ rather than Miss Kenworthy’s slightly less intimidating name, ‘Report Room’. They both felt that you should call ‘a spade a spade’, rather than indulging in euphemisms. This room was reserved solely for discipline. It was a room in which naughty girls had their bottoms bared, spanked and sometimes caned. The two ladies firmly believed that corporal punishment was the only effective means of helping to curb bad behaviour and instil good habits in all who entered the room and eventually left with well-heated and very sore bottoms.
Mrs Trundle and Miss Whipstock had agreed to jointly share the onerous duty of disciplining errant pupils. They decided that all disciplinary matters should usually be dealt with in special detention sessions on a Friday afternoon after lessons had finished for the day. As you might understand, this was not at all popular with the girls, since Fridays represented to them the end of the week and start of the weekend when they could prepare themselves for the delights of Saturday morning shopping trips and partying in the evening. Sundays could be reserved for long lie-ins, before frantically trying to complete weekend homework assignments during the afternoon.
Oh look, two naughty girls sitting outside the Punishment Room looking rather nervous and worried…
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The next story…
‘Thrasher Gretchen’ branches out
We have already met St. Helena’s PE Mistress, Frau Margarethe Bauer, known to the girls as ‘Thrasher Gretchen’ in the story about the New Hockey Captain. As you may have observed in this story, she relished dispensing corporal punishment whenever an opportunity arose. Her taste for it was almost insatiable.
Many was the time she had had conversations with friends and often discovered that something from their past was gnawing away at them. After one such evening with one of her friends, an idea entered her mind as she tried to get to sleep…
‘Just imagine if there were girls out there who would love to be punished for a past misdeed to rid their minds of the guilt,’ was the thought in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.
She was quite well off, having inherited a large sum of money from a wealthy deceased aunt back in Germany. She decided to leave her teaching post at St.Helena’s and use some of the money to develop her own business dispensing justice to whoever felt in need of discipline and redemption. Predictably many of the St. Helena girls were mightily relieved when her departure was announced. As far as most of them were concerned she was a real martinet who should be kept well clear of if possible! They and nor their bottoms would miss ‘Thrasher Gretchen’!
Gretchen spent time over the next few weeks finding an office to rent and when she did, she furnished it. She used her skills and free time getting the office ready, an office where her idea would come to fruition.
When it was ‘just so’, she went home and went to bed, lying there thinking of how to say exactly what she wanted to. This was her way of sorting things out. Once more drifted to sleep with ideas of discipline in her mind.
The next day she went online and put an advert in a national newspaper. It read as follows…
‘Ladies Only.
Do you have a misdeed from your past lurking in your mind, stopping you sleep? Would admitting it to me, and receiving physical punishment for it help? If so reply in STRICTEST confidence to box number 81151
Mistress Gretchen Bauer’
The following Wednesday morning on her way to work she picked up the newspaper and there it was. Would anyone read it? Would anyone ever reply?
Unbeknown to her, a girl named Charlene purchased a copy of the paper and sat down on her train as she travelled to work. She got to the page and read the advert, her hands trembling slightly. She closed the paper quickly and put it down on the small table.
Seconds later she picked it up again, and one phrase in particular slipped into her brain, and never went away, ‘Physical punishment’…
She knew what it meant, and for the rest of the day she could not concentrate.
That night she went online and replied to the advert.
Her reply was short…
“I have a worry on my mind from over ten years ago, I was evil to a girl at school, and she almost had a nervous breakdown. I need to be punished for it. I want the thought to go away.”
A few short notes went back and forth, and within a week she found herself at Mistress Gretchen’s Office. She climbed the stairs and knocked on the door, precisely on time. “Come in,” said a crisp, strict voice.
She opened the door and walked into what looked like a classroom. The lady was sat at a desk and did not look up. She knew instinctively to go to her, and with her heart beating she began to walk between school desks and up to Mistress Gretchen…To read the rest, click here…
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