Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls ~ Five Years On… |

Five years have passed by since the last volume in the Chronicles of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls. Mr Jones was still the Headmaster, Miss Kenworthy was still the head of Discipline. The reputation of the school and its ability to turn around young naughty women, from the wrong path in life, was at an all time high.

So much so, that extensions to the school had been built, and some old buildings around the quaint English town were now being used as annexes.

Pupil numbers had grown, droves of naughty girls were coming continually through Miss Kenworthy’s door. Extra teaching staff had been set on, all of an excellent quality. And Miss Kenworthy now had an assistant, a Deputy Head of Discipline.

Do you remember the very naughty girl Charlotte? Well, her turn around had been nothing short of miraculous. She had studied and succeeded. She had applied for the job, and Miss Kenworthy and Mr.Jones had set her on. A prefect example to the students, as to what hard work and effort will achieve.

One particular naughty girl, Alice, reminded Charlotte so much of herself. There will be lots to read about her later. But first, I wish to tell you of a development.

The Education Board had agreed with the six neighbouring councils, that as a trial, a naughty man could come. If the same excellent improvements could convert male delinquents, then it could prove lucrative for the school.

Enter Wilberforce Cromley.

A man, not a boy, who had for years run a web site featuring up-skirt shots, and similar, of women in the area, (all taken without permission), and photo-shopped into various degrading positions from pornography films. They were influential women in the area in the main. Many had felt huge stress and great embarrassment before work colleagues and family. The site had grown out of all proportions, women had searched for his identity for years. But he had proved to be as elusive as the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Until today, the final day of his trial. A packed (nearly all female) courtroom awaited his sentence.

“Members of the Jury, have you reached a verdict that you all agree upon?” Asked a serious Mrs Rugely, a judge with a formidable reputation, who had sent many a young woman to Saint Helena’s for physical correction.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“On the count of….”. Eight serious offences of crimes against women were read out one by one, solemnly and slowly, by the serious faced judge. Who suddenly looked like the prisoners mother staring at him! Especially when she had got the wooden spoon out to deal with his naughtiness!

Wilberforce Cromley gulped at every verdict…guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, and…guilty.

The courtroom went a stoney cold silent.

“Will the Prisoner stand.” Said the female usher with a barely concealed smile.

Wilberforce stood.

“You will be taken from here to Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls, to take part in a social experiment for three years….take him down.”

Women jeered and laughed him out of the court. He was taken to a Police Van, and straight to school.

Miss Kenworthy received a short text message and spoke to Charlotte. “He has arrived.”

He walked in to meet two women who would be very influential on his life, and bare bottom. Miss Kenworthy and her Deputy Head of Dicipline, Charlotte.

He walked in as if he owned the school, hands in his pockets and nonchalantly cocky. “Mornin’ Ladies. Prisoner Cromley reporting for duty.”