The dentist

I have not visited a dentist for over four years following a very painful experience getting a filling repaired when I was in my early twenties having been a regular attendee prior to that. Thankfully my teeth have always been in good condition and the only reason that I had to visit the dentist now was because a filling had fallen out during a five-a-side football match that I was playing with colleagues from work. I knew that there was little hope of getting an NHS dentist to take me on so I just went to the nearest surgery to me which was only about a five minute walk from my flat. I called into the dentist on my way back from work the night after the filling had fallen out and explained what had happened to the very pretty dental nurse who was working at the reception desk at that time because it was a small practise and it was near to closing time.

After I had finished my explanation the first question from the nurse was, ‘how long is it since you last visited a dentist?’ A very disapproving look crossed her face when I answered ‘four and a half years’ giving her the address of my former dentist in Scotland not that my records would probably be there by now. The nurse checked the computer for free appointments and then said to me, ‘there is an appointment available at 5pm tomorrow evening you had better come back then and Ms Wheeler will see you then’.

I was very nervous about the appointment all day but knew that I didn’t have an option but to attend as the missing filling was starting to give me a lot of discomfort particularly when I ate or drank anything. It was the same nurse that was on the reception desk and she looked just as disapprovingly at me when I reported for my appointment and apart from us the practise seemed to be empty. I didn’t get a chance to see the waiting room as the nurse led me straight through to the consultation room.

If the nurse was pretty then the dentist, Ms Wheeler, was simply stunning. She must have been almost six feet tall because she was able to look me in the eyes without any real difficulty and I was six feet two inches tall. Her head was crowned by a mane of fiery red hair and I have always had a very strong attraction to redheads. But it was her face that really caught my attention with its perfectly sculpted bone structure and dark green eyes that seemed to smoulder and draw you right into them before holding you within a gripping gaze. I couldn’t break Ms Wheeler’s gaze even when I was instructed to sit myself down in the chair.

‘My nurse has informed me that it is some time since you last visited the dentist. Can you tell me exactly how long it is and why you stopped attending the dentist please Ken’. Ms Wheeler said with a sharp edge to her soft Scottish accent.

‘It is four and a half years since I last visited a dentist. I used to attend check-ups every six months until I was in my early twenties when I had to have a filling removed and replaced and the dentist did not use enough local anaesthetic so I felt most of the procedure and I have not forgotten that. If it had not been for the current filling falling out I would not have been here seeing you now’. I answered honestly.

‘Thank you for answering me honestly. I can now understand your reluctance to visit the dentist however it is still inexcusable as you could have indicated to the dentist prior to any treatment that you had not received an adequate dose of local anaesthetic and you could have indicated thereafter that you required a high dose of local anaesthetic. Therefore if you would like us to treat you then you will have to pay a penalty for not visiting the dentist. That penalty will be one stroke of punishment for every month since your last visit to a dentist and six strokes for each piece of work that is needed following the check up that I will perform. Are you prepared to pay this penalty?’ Ms Wheeler asked.

‘Yes I am happy to pay this penalty’ I answered without any hesitation because I have always loved receiving corporal punishment and normally visited a Mistress every couple of months to have these activities fulfilled.

‘Zoe, will you please go and fetch the tawse and the cane’ Ms Wheeler said and the nurse left the room. Very quickly the nurse returned. She was carrying the requested implements and from my initial glance at them they both looked formidable instruments of correction.

‘You will strip completely naked Ken and then bend over that stool with your hands gripping the bottom rung. If you move from this position before the punishment is completed and you have been instructed to do so then we will begin again’. Ms Wheeler said with relish.

As I was stripping I saw Ms Wheeler taking the cane from her nurse and playing it through the air as if to speed me up. I was soon over the stool which was quite high and when I bent forward to take hold of the bottom rung I felt my legs being stretched and my bottom being pulled up into the most prominent position.

‘Zoe will you please begin the punishment with twenty seven strokes of the tawse and make sure that they are good ones’ I heard Ms Wheeler say and almost expected to hear ‘or you know what will happen’ afterwards but it didn’t come.

I felt the tawse being rested on my bottom before it was pulled away and brought back down onto the target very quickly and heavily. It landed with an impressive ‘Splat’ and after the merest fraction of a second the pain of the stroke flared through me and I sucked in a gulp of air. I realised that this was going to be a proper punishment of the sort that I loved, although with a lot more than my initial fifty four strokes, so I settled down to take it properly.

Zoe was in no rush to complete her part of the punishment and was certainly taking the instruction from Ms Wheeler to make the strokes good ones to heart. I was able to savour each of the strokes as it landed and counted it off in my head becoming sorry when we were down to the final half dozen strokes. I expected Zoe to try and make these the most memorable of the lot and this she certainly did. Prior to delivering her twenty-second stroke she rested the tawse on my bottom again but this time at the crease where it joins the thighs. She pulled the tawse slowly across my bottom as she posed herself a rhetorical question.

‘I wonder if I can deliver the remaining six strokes to this point.’

From what I had felt so far from Zoe I had absolutely no doubt that she could if she wanted to and that was exactly what she proceeded to do and with each stroke my sucking in of air became sharper and more obvious because the fire in this part of my bottom was absolutely phenomenal. Ms Wheeler stepped forward and placed a cool hand on each of my bottom cheeks which demonstrated just how hot they were to me.

‘Zoe loves giving the tawse and does such a wonderful job with it, wouldn’t you agree? I myself prefer the cane as it imparts such a concentrated sting when it is used properly and I always use it to its fullest effect. Remember to stay in position Ken or Zoe will get another opportunity to demonstrate her skills with the tawse’.

I shut my eyes and waited for the caning to begin. I waited for some time as Ms Wheeler kept playing with the cane, and my emotions, behind me by swishing it through the air but never making contact with my bottom. I wasn’t sure if she was doing this to frighten me or not but it was certainly doing a fairly good job of it. There was an even higher pitched ‘swish’ and I sensed that this was the first stroke and I was not disappointed. It landed with a loud ‘Crack’ and I immediately sucked in a deep draught of air. As I waited for the second stroke the sting of this first one continued to intensify so that when the second one did arrive it felt like it had landed directly on top of the first one but I couldn’t tell if it had or not.

Again I knew that this was going to be a proper caning and settled into the mindset to accept it like I did when I was visiting my Mistress and Ms Wheeler’s skills were certainly a match for those of my Mistress. For the next ten minutes or so the myriad sounds of a hard caning filled the consultation room and it was taking quite an effort on my part not to jump up and rub my bottom but I knew that they certainly would have carried through the threat to start the punishment again had I done that and I knew that I still had further punishment to come after the check up anyway. Eventually I was allowed to get to my feet and take my place, still naked, in the chair. Sitting on the cold grey leather provided temporary relief from the sheer heat in my bottom but it was only temporary and I was soon starting to fidget around.

‘I think that you had better strap him down Zoe so that I can carry out a thorough check up’ Ms Wheeler said and with alacrity Zoe obeyed. As my ankles, thighs, wrists and forearms were buckled tightly into leather straps my heart fluttered because I was more and more at the mercy of these two beautiful women, a situation I had dreamt about many times through my life. After a very thorough examination during which Ms Wheeler showed a much gentler side as all of her instructions were delivered with a very soft tone to her voice and her hands manipulated my mouth into the positions that she wanted it with gentle touches.

‘Well Ken you are a very lucky boy. The filling has come out so cleanly that I can just clean out the cavity and apply new cement. Apart from that you need one further filling, a scale and a polish and that is it. Before I apply the new cement however there is the little matter of your second penalty of twenty four strokes. I wouldn’t want to apply the cement and then have it knocked out by the second punishment. So would you prefer me to apply the cane or Zoe to apply the tawse for this punishment?’ Ms Wheeler asked.

It was a difficult choice to make because either option would be painful but also because they had both demonstrated such great skill that I didn’t know which I would enjoy most. Eventually I decided that a further tawsing would be more enjoyable as it would bruise more and I would therefore feel it for a bit longer.

‘I would like Zoe to apply the tawse’ I answered and saw a broad smile beaming from Zoe’s face as I said it. Zoe hurriedly released me from my bonds.

‘Kneel on the chair’ she instructed as soon as I was free. The heat in my bum had dissipated slightly during the check up but it was immediately re-ignited by the first stroke of the tawse which was delivered to the crease again. This time Zoe worked through her strokes more quickly and the heat seemed to build in my bottom even more fiercely until it felt like I was on fire when I was allowed to lie back down in the chair for Ms Wheeler to finish off my treatment. I got dressed and made the two appointments that were needed for the subsequent treatment and hoped that these would also include the payment of a penalty.

I walked back to my flat somewhat gingerly and as I was sitting down to a late dinner there was a knock at the door. I open it to find Ms Wheeler standing on the other side with a bottle of wine in one hand and a cane in the other hand. I was amazed at the sight not having expected to see her until the following week but I invited her in. We shared dinner and the bottle of wine while chatting away naturally.

‘Do you punish all of your patients Ms Wheeler?’ I asked when we were sitting on the sofa after dinner.

‘No unfortunately. I would be struck off the register if I did although most of them deserve it because they never follow my orders regarding dental hygiene. You may call me Suzanne now if you wish’.

‘Why did you know that it would be all right to punish me then Suzanne?’ I asked confused because I didn’t think that my love of being punished was that obvious.

‘I saw you getting all tense and aroused watching the punishments at the club last month and saw that this was because you wanted to be on the receiving end but had no-one to do it to you at that time. Because you hadn’t visited the dentist for so long it gave me the perfect excuse to give you what you wanted. As you may have guessed I love administering corporal punishment but normally it is only Zoe that gets to feel it because I don’t dare do it to my other patients and don’t have a partner to play with. Zoe also loves to give punishments hence her rather unladylike haste to get to your bottom tonight and then the gleaming smile when you opted for her for the second punishment. I hoped that you would choose her as it was wonderful watching the first tawsing and I knew that I could always come and visit you to make you pay another penalty for not choosing my cane. Now that I have someone else to play with it is going to be great fun and our play will be more wide ranging because you are going to be my partner in all respects’.

You will come to my room tonight

I was born into a family with a very strong tradition of having served in the military with my Grandfather having been in the Army and both of my parents also served in the Army while my uncle was in the Navy. It seemed almost natural for me therefore to join the Army cadet force when I started at my secondary school as opposed to the Boy Scouts so that was what I did and it was very enjoyable. When I went away to university I decided that I would carry on with this type of activity and joined the Officer Training Corps even though I didn’t intend to join the regular Army after graduating. There were two sections within our unit and with my background I quickly established myself as the dominant personality in one of the sections and this soon spread to the other section but I was very careful not to destabilise the unit as a whole.

My dominance over the unit continued until the start of my second year at university when Anna joined us during the introductory week. I had been manning our recruitment stall when Anna signed up and got chatting to her and it soon became clear that her family background was very similar to my own. Anna was put into the opposite section to me as the unit commander realised that she had an equally strong personality which would make it much easier to put the two units into a competitive situation. Just as I had, Anna quickly established herself in the second section and she was appointed to section commander putting her on a level with me.

From the moment this happened it was clear that Anna was not in awe of me as her predecessor had been and whenever we were on exercises or training there was now a real challenge for my blue section from Anna’s red section. I actually enjoyed the challenge of this and it certainly freshens our training and exercises up for everyone because there was real pride in being the top section.

We had all been away on a very tough week long exercise at the start of our Easter vacation and arrived back into Lancaster on the Sunday afternoon absolutely shattered but all buzzing from what we’d done. Most people were very quick to pick up their stuff from the barracks and get home given that it was the vacation but I wasn’t one of them because I was actually going to be staying on in Lancaster to do some walking in the mountains and revision throughout the vacation. Anna also didn’t have to rush away because she wasn’t catching a train home until the following day. We were the last ones in the barracks and Anna looked directly into my eyes before doing a perfect parade ground turn and marching out to the changing area. I don’t know why but something about her gaze had told me that she would be coming back and I wasn’t to move from the position I was in. It was about twenty minutes later when Anna walked back into the mess room and I was blown away by what I saw.

Anna’s battle fatigues had been replaced by her dress uniform which was absolutely splendid but what was even more imposing was the long, thick cane which she was holding and flexing between her hands. I knew that it was a punishment cane rather than a walking cane and this gave Anna an even more dominant edge to her personality. Instinctively I stood up when she walked towards me and I thought that I detected the glimmer of a smile cross her face. Even though we were peers in the unit something about Anna at that moment left me feeling like a private summoned to appear before his Captain and the lecture that Anna barked in my direction just dropped me right into the role without questioning it.

‘Your choices are limited soldier. You can drop your fatigues and bend over that table for a caning or you will be marched to the brig’ Anna concluded the lecture in such an authoritative tone that I instantly took the first choice.

It was some time since I’d last been caned but it wasn’t a completely new experience for me so it was no surprise to feel Anna tapping the cane against my bottom before she unleashed a fearsome first stroke. It landed dead centre on my bottom with a loud crack and the sting was immediate. I didn’t make a sound or move in reaction to the stroke. Eleven more times the cane cannoned into my bottom and I still hadn’t make a sound but mentally I had fallen completely under Anna’s spell as I knew that this was what I wanted.

‘You will stand and face me’ Anna commanded after her twelfth stroke had landed and I did it. There was a look of pure satisfaction on Anna’s face at what she had done to me and also a realisation on her part that she had me completely under her spell as well.

‘Soldier you will report to my room in college at 19.30 tonight’ Anna barked before doing another parade ground turn and marching out of the barracks. I went into our changing area and had a look at my bottom in the mirror. It was a wall of perfect red stripes evenly painted across both cheeks and when I rubbed them I could feel that they were well raised and the heat coming off of my bottom was absolutely incredible. Seeing and feeling this made me hungry for more and I was glad that it was only a couple of hours until 19.30 this evening when I was sure that I would be getting more. I go home and shower before getting dressed in my civvies and making my way back onto campus where I head straight for Flat 6 Room 10 in Pendle College which was where Anna resided. At exactly 19.30 I knocked confidently on the door.

‘Enter’ was the equally confident command from within the room.

Anna’s dress uniform had been replaced by an exquisite black corset, stockings and black knickers all of which were filmed tightly over her luscious body. There was still an aura of complete power and control within her though and tellingly she was again holding the cane in her hands. I notice the pile of pillows in the centre of the bed and know where I will be going very shortly.

‘I want you naked on the bed with the pillows presenting your bottom for a proper caning within two minutes Ken. I am going to cane you until I have broken you completely to my will. When you say ‘Thank you Ma’am’ and then kiss my foot I will know that I have reached this point and that you are mine for now and forever’ Anna said authoritatively.

At that moment I would have called her whatever she wanted and kissed whatever part of her anatomy she demanded without her having to cane me but this would have spoilt Anna’s fun and also my own fun because I was looking forward to what she was going to do to me. I stripped out of my clothes and left them lying strewn on the floor.

‘No wonder your uniform leaves a lot to be desired Ken when you leave your clothes in this state. You will pick them up and fold them neatly and consequently you have now missed your two minute target so my original punishment will be doubled from sets of six to sets of twelve strokes’ Anna said sharply. From the very first stroke I realised that Anna had been going gently on me this afternoon because it was much harder but I was still enjoying them.

‘Thank you’ I said after each set of twelve had been delivered when Anna gave a pause to allow me to utter the words she wanted to hear but I was deliberately leaving off the required ‘Ma’am’ because I was loving being dominated by such a sexy woman knowing that I had found my perfect girlfriend. It was only after ten sets of strokes that I finally relented.

‘Thank you Ma’am’ I said before moving off of the bed and kneeling at Anna’s feet so that I could place a kiss on the top of each foot.

‘Well done Ken. I never expected you to take so many strokes. I have found in you the submissive masochist that I’ve been seeking since the awakening of my sexual desires. You can now lie on your back on the bed to receive your reward’ Anna says with a broad grin on her face. As my bottom hits the duvet I realise just how effective a caning it had been because there is a lot of pain in my bottom but all thoughts of this pain are wiped away as I see Anna pulling her knickers down. Her sex is already glistening in the light from the juices that have leaked out and I can’t wait to taste them as Anna is slowly lowering herself down onto my face. My cock was growing as I tasted Anna’s nectar and she started to toy with it with her hands as my tongue was dancing over her pussy. It didn’t take long before Anna was crying out in climax and then she sat herself down on my cock and rode me until we both experienced very violent climaxes.

‘Thank you Ma’am’ was my final response and Anna knew that she had me completely ensnared at that moment and she grinned from ear to ear.

Battle of wills

Even before I started at Glentilt Academy I had heard the reputation that it was one of the strictest but also one of the best private schools in the country. I would be starting there at the beginning of my penultimate year of schooling following my parents transfer to the local area. As soon as I arrived at the school I found out that my reputation as a ‘handful’ had preceded me. I had been known at all my schools for not taking a backward step to anyone and for being quite lippy at times. I found out that they knew about my reputation because on my first day I was introduced to the teacher who was going to be my ‘mentor’ during the first term to ensure that I settled in to the school without any major problems. Miss Grant was one of the younger teachers on the staff but I soon found out that she had a reputation amongst the pupils as one of the strictest of the teachers and from that very first meeting she made me aware that a lot of the behaviour that had been tolerated in my previous schools just wouldn’t be tolerated within Glentilt Academy.

‘Should you continue to demonstrate the same aggression and impertinence then you will be punished very severely’ she said and to highlight the point she showed me a formidable looking tawse and told me that it could be used on either the hands or the bare bottom depending upon the actual offence.

All of the prefects in the school were female as it was felt that they were more suited to controlling the dormitories which was their major role in the school. Each of the dormitories had a maximum of 8 people from the same school year and to discourage any sexual relationships all of the male dormitories were in one building and the female were in another building and it was a very serious disciplinary offence to be in the wrong building at any time. Naturally this did not extend to those prefects that were in control of the male dormitories as all prefects lived within the dormitory itself but had a separate room at one end of it. My dormitory was under the control of Wendy Cormack who was a new prefect that year and also in her penultimate year of schooling. Most of the lads in the dormitory were new to the school this year and they all seemed pretty timid especially when Wendy was outlining how she was going to run her dormitory.

I was the only one to ask any questions and some of them probably did demonstrate my impertinence and having just told us that she was authorised to give as many spankings as she wished and that she intended to make full use of this sanction it was almost inevitable that she would give a practical demonstration. Because of my questions, and having probably been briefed on my personality by Miss Grant I was always likely to be the recipient of this practical demonstration.

‘Ken you will be my subject for this demonstration. You will lower your trousers and underpants before bending over my lap’ she said confidently.

I didn’t put up any complaint and if I was being honest this was because I was quite looking forward to the experience as Wendy was an attractive young lady who I would have loved to get to know much better. Wendy started her spanking with some very crisp smacks that felt surprisingly sharp but then she started to spank me hard and fast for about 5 minutes demonstrating not inconsiderable skill in the process. By the time she finished the spanking there was quite a lot of heat and sting in my bottom but I didn’t give any physical or vocal reaction to the spanking but as I stood up from Wendy’s lap and rearranged my clothing I gave her a subtle little nod telling her that she had been good. As I turned round I noticed the sneering look on the faces of two of the lads in the dormitory and over the next few days they tried to take control of the dorm but I wasn’t going to be letting them control me in the slightest and as I was bigger and stronger physically and mentally than them they had no chance of making me submit individually. Wendy was well aware of what was going on but she wanted to let it resolve itself naturally if she could because she could then assert her authority over the leader in the dormitory thus ensuring that she had complete control over the whole dormitory.

At the end of the first week of term trials took place for all of the sports teams at Glentilt academy and I was taking part in the rugby trial. Having played for each of my schools to date I was pretty sure that I would get on the team but I was looking forward to the trial anyway because the pressure was something that always pushed me to a higher level of performance. Mike and Hugh, the two lads who were trying to take the role of dormitory leader, had also decided to take part in the trial and it was obvious that, having been placed on the opposite team to me, they were going to target me at every opportunity. Wendy had already done the trial for the hockey team and had got her place so she was amongst the crowd watching the trial on the Saturday afternoon. From the very start of the trial match Mike and Hugh teamed up against me because they knew that if they tried anything singly then I would decimate them. None of the teachers saw they sly little punches, kicks and rakes that they put into me but what they did see was the absolutely perfect tackle that I made on Hugh that flattened him. They then saw Mike deliberately trample all over my chest when I was nowhere near the ball and I was absolutely livid when I got to my feet. I took Mike out off the ball as soon as the game restarted and then a teacher stepped between us and told us both to cool it but it was probably just as well that the trial match was almost over because I was still looking to get my revenge on Mike and I would have done it with a savage tackle but I didn’t get the chance and it looked like I never would because neither Hugh nor Mike made the team whereas I did.

There was a very tense atmosphere in the changing rooms as everyone had seen what had gone on between the three of us and they expected some afters to take place. Before that could happen Wendy strode into the middle of the changing room completely ignoring the fact that there were 30 naked lads in it.

‘My room in twenty minutes’ was all she said before striding off again and everyone in the changing rooms knew exactly what was going to happen.

‘I watched the three of you throughout that game and saw everything that went on. What you two did was nothing short of assault and bullying. It was cowardly, despicable and something that I simply will not tolerate from anyone in my dormitory. And you Ken should not have retaliated when the teachers had seen the trampling and were going to take the appropriate action at the end of the trial. I am going to spank all three of you and you can be very thankful that I am not taking this matter to the Headmistress because she would tawse you so hard that you would not sit comfortably for a week’ was the lecture that Wendy delivered as soon as all three of us were in her room.

Wendy placed her high-backed chair in the centre of the floor and sat down on it before ordering Hugh to drop his trousers and underpants and get over her lap. He refused to do it so Wendy simply did it for him and dragged him down over her lap with no difficulty whatsoever. It was a very hard spanking and lasted for a full ten minutes and very quickly Hugh was kicking out and pleading with Wendy to stop but she didn’t. By the end of it tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and when she let him up from her lap Wendy commented.

‘You are not quite so tough now are you? Mike you will now drop your trousers and underpants and get over my lap’.

Mike obviously hadn’t a lot of sense because he too refused to obey Wendy but was just as easily stripped to the bare bottom and pulled down over her lap. His spanking was every bit as hard and he took it just as badly as Hugh which meant that there was no way they could lay claim to being the leader of the dormitory and any shred of respect that Wendy may have had for them had vanished completely.

‘Ken it is your turn now. You will bare your bottom and take up your position over my lap’ Wendy commanded and it was a genuine command.

I would have obeyed her command anyway but seeing how easily she had handled Hugh and Mike’s resistance convinced me of the futility of any resistance. From the very start of this spanking it was clear that the demonstration that Wendy had given me at the start of the week had been very gentle because each individual smack was much harder and the smacks seemed to rain down on my bottom even more frequently. Although this was much worse than before I kept most of my composure sealing my position as the alpha male within the dormitory.

‘Hugh and Mike you may go but if you try any form of bullying in the future then you will be reported to the Headmistress immediately. Ken you will remain here’ Wendy said.

‘Ken I want you to be in control of this dormitory but you must realise that I am in charge of the dormitory. In effect you are my lieutenant. To ensure that you are fully aware of this fact I am going to show you my full skill as a spanker and this will make you think twice before disregarding my authority’.

In reality we both knew that I would not be challenging her authority and that her control over me was already a given but this would only set it in concrete in my mind.

‘You will resume your position over my lap’ Wendy said having picked up her hairbrush from the desk. She uses this to lambast every part of my bottom. Every smack was heavy and felt like it was bruising deeply. It was leaving me very sore and I had completely lost count of the number of smacks that had landed but I was going to hang on for as long as I possibly could before making any plea as I really wanted to impress Wendy. Wendy seemed to realise this as well and carried on until eventually I had to make a plea for the onslaught to stop but just to make her point she gave me another six heavy smacks before telling me that I could get up off of her lap.

‘Look at me Ken’ Wendy says as soon as I have stood up. We look into each other’s eyes and I imagine that she can see a look of pure respect tinged with fear and lust in mine because that is exactly what I am feeling. No words are spoken between us because we both know exactly what has happened and nothing needs to be said.

Our relationship develops very well with Wendy allowing me to be myself up to a point and then she punishes me if I step over an invisible and moveable line in her mind. This keeps me on my toes as does the fact that her punishments vary from long written impositions that are sometimes ignored and sometimes checked with a fine toothed comb through to very hard spankings. Whatever Wendy decided to do to me it felt ‘right’ and I never had any resentment towards her even when the punishments kept mounting up. The lust that I had felt after the spanking also became deep seated within us but neither of us did anything about it because we would have been caught immediately and dealt with severely. At the weekends I also spent quite a bit of time skivvying for Wendy because I was completely hers at this time other than when I was playing for the rugby team. My duties included running back and forward to the library, cleaning muddy hockey boots, polishing shoes and making tea.

Very subtly Wendy was shaping my attitude and social personality generally and particularly in relation to women where I was becoming very deferential at all times. Miss Grant herself had been working on my academic progress and she was trying to harness my natural intelligence to a strong work ethic which had never happened before. More importantly though she was trying to turn my insolence and argumentative streak into a more measured debating style that would be a positive influence in all of my classes. It was incredibly hard work and led to lots of punishment from Miss Grant but it was beginning to work and I was really benefitting from it, if for no other reason than I was getting less punishments in my classes.

Things with Hugh and Mike had settled down but I knew that there was still a simmering resentment at the fact that I had control over the dormitory and the problems returned at the start of our final year at school and almost had very devastating consequences for me. I had been off of the school premises one Saturday morning playing in what turned out to be a very brutal rugby match. I came back to the school very battered and bruised with a long raking cut down my back and a left eye that was almost completely closed as a result of a black eye. Even in this state my first stop when I got back to school was Wendy’s room to pick up the task list that she’d left me. Unusually Wendy was in the room this time and when she saw the state I was in she took me straight to the Matron to have my injuries attended to. Wendy stayed with me to help the Matron watching as every inch of my body was examined and treated because this gave her the perfect excuse to ogle me and because of my rugby I had a good physique.

All pupils had to attend a church service on the Sunday morning and after this there was a brief assembly and during this I was instructed to attend the Headmistress’ office with Anna Reid immediately afterwards. Anna was a girl in her sixth year as well and we were good friends but that was it so I had absolutely no idea what this was about but perhaps the look of evil satisfaction that I saw on Hugh’s face should have told me something but I didn’t think about it at that time. As Anna and I were waiting outside the Headmistress’ office neither of us were worried because we hadn’t done anything wrong. We both saw the angry look on the Headmistress’ face as she rounded the corner and were put on edge as we were led into the office.

‘I have received a report that you two were seen kissing yesterday morning and then a used condom was discovered in Ken’s bed yesterday afternoon’ was the allegation from the Headmistress. I looked at Anna at this statement and she had a look of pure horror on her face because it was a nasty slur on her reputation. We both strenuously denied the allegation but this only angered the Headmistress further and she repeated the allegation. It was as she repeated it that I realised she had said yesterday morning and afternoon which meant it was impossible for me to be involved and thus the whole thing was a fabrication.

‘Did you say that the offences were reported to have taken place yesterday morning and afternoon’ I asked with what I hoped was a suitably respectful tone.

‘Yes!’ was the answer that was snapped back at me.

‘In that case this is a complete fabrication. I was playing rugby for the school yesterday morning and then spent the majority of the afternoon with the Matron having my injuries treated before then undertaking tasks for my dormitory prefect Wendy Cormack. You will be able to confirm all of this with Mr Monroe, the Matron and Wendy Cormack’ I said calmly. The Headmistress did check with Mr Monroe and the Matron who both confirmed that what I had said was correct and thus the offences could not have happened.

‘Anna, Ken please accept my apologies for this slur on both of your names. You are free to go’ the Headmistress said.

As soon as we were out of the Headmistress’ office Anna was spitting feathers and wondering what the hell was going on. It was at that point that the look on Hugh’s face came back to me and I mentioned that I thought we’d been set up by Hugh and/or Mike which only made Anna angrier.

‘What pathetic little boys. Hugh tried to score with me last weekend and I told him where to go in no uncertain terms because he is an arrogant and ugly little sod. I know that he hates you but is scared of taking you on so he must have hatched this little scheme to get us both back. Mike was probably involved as well because Hugh is too thick to think up this on his own’ Anna said with an amazing amount of vitriol in her voice. We go back to our respective dormitories and I was plotting what I was going to do to Hugh and Mike all my way there knowing that it wouldn’t take place in the dormitory itself or indeed the next few weeks so that they thought they’d gotten away with it.

Hugh and Mike both looked absolutely horrified when I walked back into the dorm with no obvious signs of having been punished but I didn’t say a word to them. A few moments later Melissa, the Headgirl, walked into the dorm and led Hugh away without saying a word. Wendy came into the dormitory herself and immediately took me into her room.

‘What was that all about Ken’ she asked.

‘Anna and I were accused of kissing yesterday morning and then having sex because the allegation was that a used condom being found in my bed yesterday afternoon’ I answered and Wendy looked shocked.

‘That is horrible Ken. I guess in that case Hugh was responsible for the lie because he has now been taken to the Headmistress himself’.

‘Yes it is horrible and it was a total lie as you know because I was playing rugby yesterday morning and then we were with the Matron yesterday afternoon. It was also a lie because while I am friends with Anna the only girl in this school that I would be having sex with is you’ I said.

‘Thank you Ken if I thought we could get away with it I would be having you in my bed but we would be caught and we would suffer hugely for it. But it is not that long until we are out of school and can give free rein to our passions’ Wendy said before giving me a peck on the lips that became a brief but very passionate kiss.

‘What would happen to us if we were caught’ I asked.

‘Had you and Anna actually had sex then you would almost certainly have been caned with exceptional severity in front of each other and put on a final warning for expulsion. If we were caught the exact same thing would happen but it would probably be even worse because of the fact that I am your prefect. Hugh is likely to be getting an extremely severe caning for having made the Headmistress look like a fool by giving her such a malicious lie’.

To prove that point Hugh was soon brought back into the dormitory by Melissa and evidence of his distress was painfully obvious with very stiff movements and tears still coursing down his cheeks.

‘Get your stuff together and follow me’ Melissa barked at Hugh before going to talk briefly with Wendy. I found out that Hugh had been transferred to Melissa’s dormitory which apparently she ruled with a rod of iron so his days of bullying anyone are gone.

‘Melissa did also say that I should keep a very close eye on you which I intend to do and will certainly enjoy doing’ Wendy said giving me another kiss.