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Nude Linda Made to Bend and Then Slippered Very HaMy name is Frances and I’m recently retired. My lover and long-time partner, Mary, tragically passed away last year. I miss her so much.I have found with grief that you don’t just mourn for the person you have lost, you kind of mourn for the whole world. But it’s so difficult to encapsulate an emotion in words.Nearly three decades ago I was witness to an incident that changed something inside of me – irrevocably.Friday, 21st March 1980, my birthday: thirty three.I was a secretary at a high school on the South Coast and it was coming up to five o’clock. Most of the pupils had gone home, except, those engaged in after school activities – or in detention…*The Headmaster hands me a requisition form and requests me to: “Pop over to the gym and hand this to Miss Woods, she should still be there as I have a feeling she’s got an upper sixth form girl over there for detention. Can you explain to her that we can’t actually stretch to all her requests for new equipment, and could she trim it down by about thirty percent. Leave the form with her so that she can peruse it over the weekend and then get it back to me first thing Monday morning with the alterations. When you’ve done that, Frances, you can shoot off home, and Happy Birthday!”I leave the study gripping the requisition slip in my hand. I make my way through the Main Hall and to the far corner where there is access to the gym and changing rooms. I push through the fire doors and into an annex. To the left, three steps lead down into the gym and to the right is the girl’s changing room.I glance in and see, a white school iskenderun escort shirt, school tie, and regulation navy skirt hanging from one of the pegs. In addition, a pair of knickers, bra and socks – all white and folded neatly on the wooden slatted seating that ran round the section. A pair of well-polished black buckled lady’s shoes rest on the bare concrete floor.For some obscure reason a sense of poignancy washes over me as I view the temporarily forsaken garments.I am jolted back to reality by the strident tones of Miss Woods barking her commands to the unfortunate in the gym.I gingerly descend the couple of steps that led to the glaringly bright gymnasium and I halt at the entrance.You couldn’t fail to mistake Miss Woods: tall, flowing flaming red hair, green eyed and powerfully built. She is probably in her late thirties. Attired in a green sleeveless sports vest – that displayed and accentuated her strong and freckled arms – and purple track suit bottoms the adjective that springs to mind is – Amazonian.The abject object of her attention is a slim girl of about eighteen with shoulder length fair hair who is hanging somewhat desperately at the bottom of a rope which is slowly twisting round. The girl, I am surprised to see, is topless and only wearing black shorts across which the word BULLY had been embroidered in large red capitals.”You have FAILED the last test, MISS Linda Tanner!” she snarls. “It will be THREE! Now get down and go to my room where you will await me. Remove the punishment shorts, put them back where they belong, and assume the position!””Yes, Miss Woods.”The girl’s accent escort iskenderun is unmistakably from Liverpool, her tone: resignation, surrender.Linda, whose feet are at about head height, uncoils her sturdy legs from around the rope, releases her grip and soundlessly lands on the floor. With bare feet padding on the smooth wooden boards she heads in my direction.I feel a bit awkward as the girl passes me and I lower my gaze. I notice, strangely, that her toenails still retained some varnish.”Miss Woods!” I shout.”Sorry, I didn’t notice you there, Frances.” I wave the order slip but don’t get any further.”If you could just excuse me, I have to finish off. Could you wait in the changing room? I’ll only be a minute.”I notice, now, that in her hand she is grasping a tatty looking plimsoll.I make my way back into the changing room and I feel compelled to glance in through the open door of Miss Wood’s office. Facing away from me, completely naked and bent over with her firm white buttocks thrust out and taut, is Linda. I detect that her legs are quaking ever so slightly.Miss Woods is right behind me and obviously feels the need to explain. “She’s been menacing the younger girls and taking money off them. She won’t do it again!”She enters the small room and the door clicks shut. I move fully into the changing room and wait.I hear a ‘whack’.Then another one but this time accompanied by a yelp. There is a pause then one final loud whack – three hard swats had been administered by the sound of it in total.I hear the door swing open and Miss Woods state sternly: “Go and shower, get dressed and then go home. iskenderun escort bayan You might think twice about bullying in the future!”Linda emerges sobbing and clutching her behind. As before, she heads towards me. As she notices me she ceases rubbing her bottom and attempts to stop snivelling in order to regain some semblance of dignity. She is quite a pretty girl with small blue eyes, though reddened by crying. Her flaxen hair just touches her faintly freckled shoulders. Her breasts are modest and her nipples, pert and dark pink. Her pubic hair was light brown and appeared trimmed. She utters nothing.I become overwhelmed with an urge to hug her. Despite what she had done, I feel terribly sorry for her. I also become aware that I could give myself to her – totally. I have been in deceit all those years. I am gay. I am a lesbian.The showers hiss on and she enters into the stalls.I glance discretely in the direction of her back and clearly discern the crimson patterns where the sole of the slipper had impacted with such force on her left buttock just a few minutes previous. I suspect it would bruise and take more than a few days to return to the natural white of the flesh. It must have been hell for her. I so want to take her home with me and comfort her. But, I can’t.She twists round unexpectedly and catches me unawares. Our gazes lock. Something unspoken, something significant, passes between us. Then she disappears naked into the fog of the steam.I conclude my business with Miss Woods…*I never saw Linda again, she must have left or transferred to another school. Whatever happened to her? She’d be in her early forties now. Perhaps she’s married with c***dren. Does she ever think or talk about this incident? I don’t know. But I do.A couple of years later I too left the school and then met Mary. We were very happy but I just cannot free myself of the images and feelings of that day.

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