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Schoolgirls

... Betty was not an unpopular teacher, for although quite strict she also had a sense of humour, but now there was no sign of amusement in her expression. ‘Olga!!’, demanded the teacher, ‘what is going on here?’ There was no answer to that rhetorical question – it was obvious what had been taking place, and Olga certainly wasn’t going to name it out loud. After a moment, Miss Betty gave both girls their orders. Olga would report to Vera’s office at once, for as the older girl her offence was the most severe. Simone was instructed to put her clothes back on, and to wait in Miss Betty’s room until she also would be called to account by the school’s head. As a subdued Simone started to pull her knickers back on, Olga’s arm was gripped by the f***eful teacher and she was marched out of the room and down the stairs. Olga was still fully dressed in her school uniform: black shoes, white knitted socks, a navy blue pleated skirt that fell to just above the knee, a plain white shirt and the school tie. She was instructed to sit on one of the chairs in the corridor outside Vera’s office, while Miss Betty knocked and entered the inner sanctum. After just a moment of the murmuring of voices, the teacher re-emerged and instructed the now tearful and fearful schoolgirl to go in. Olga hesitantly entered the room, whilst the teacher left in the other direction to locate the errant Fifth Former. When Olga entered Vera’s study, she was almost quaking with anxiety. The head of the school had ...

... only been appointed two years before, and was an assured and assertive woman of a little 22. Her name was Vera, and she was very handsome in a every way: her blond hair was always halve way her shouders, and she wore almost no make-up. She was quite tall, five foot ten or eleven inches, and well built in proportion – quite large breasts were hidden under her starched blouses and woolen cardigans, and the swell of her hips and buttocks were constrained in the plain two-piece skirts and suits which she always wore. Sitting behind her desk, Vera regarded Olga sternly for a moment before speaking. ‘This is a very serious matter, Olga – very serious indeed. There is no doubt that you were engaged in perverse congress with another pupil – and, what is worse, a younger girl whom you had enticed, perhaps even pressured.’ There was no answer possible to this, as Olga would not make matters better for herself by claiming that Simone had been an eager participant (indeed, had almost seduced her rather than the other way round), and she would not make things worse for the younger girl by telling tales on her. So Olga just looked at the carpet, red-faced and with the tracks of tears on her cheeks, and mumbled something quite unintelligible. Vera sniffed disapprovingly, and then gave a slight sigh. To Olga’s horror, the head teacher then said: ‘I’m afraid that you must be expelled from the school; you will have to leave immediately, and I will write to your parents to tell them of the reason ...