Whew the writers block!!! But I’m chugging along. This thought has been living rent free in my head today…

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Aimee lay over the end of her bed, her skirt bunch at her waist, knickers down; she was limited in movement mostly by the bulk of her school blazer, taught, with her arms stretched out in front of her, palms up.

thwack

The tawse fell across her already swollen and vulnerable palms and tears ran down her cheeks. She didn’t have long to catch her breath before it fell again, this time on the tender spot where her bottom met her thighs.

Matron took a young ladies decorum very seriously and none of her girls would engage in inappropriate touching. The tawse would make sure of that

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—M