Slothlands Academy

Dear diary,
Well! What a turn up for the books! Who would have thought that young cariad would prove to be so enamoured of an old Headmaster like me! "Run away with me" She begged. Blimey! I went so fast I left my JD behind! It's been a tempestuous time, but I'm glad I'm back in the old place. I wonder what's been going on? I daresay Stoat has taken full advantage of my absence...not to mention certain members of the staff.

Odd thing, though. Strange letter hand-posted through the door. Some Estate Agent wants to meet me...I wonder what that's all about?

I walk up to Slothlands Academy and wonder how my propostion for the headmaster will go. A place like this would make a lot of money on the current market. I approach the door and knock loudly, and await an answer.

I still felt very odd being back here. I was still a student, as indicated by my uniform, but I obviously had a ‘special’ relationship with the EdMaster. Was not too bad at the moment since my fellow pupils were still on holiday, but it could be interesting when they return.

Anyway, the doorbell needed answering, and I could hear the sound of my heels on the wooden floor echoing through the vast entrance hall as I ran to answer it.

The door answers and a young woman answers in a very provocative outfit. "I'm here to see the owner of this establishment. Is he here?", i ask. She silently nods and leads me through the maze of corridors, eventually she indicates that we have arrived and i sit down and wait and hope that i wont be sitting here for too long as she knocks and goes into the room i am seated outside of.

Well, I was not sure what to make of the lady I took to see EdMaster, but I knew exactly what he would make of her, in her smart business suit with displayed voluptuous cleavage.

After softly knocking on his study door, and entering when bidden, I found Ed Master rearranging his collection of canes having put another hook on the wall for one he bought whilst we were away. It was quite obvious that they had been used in our absence and had not been put back in the correct order. I had never been sure what the logic behind the order had been, but there clearly was a logic in his mind. Perhaps one day I might ask.

Uncle’s eyes sparkled as I described his visitor to him, clearly showing why my nickname for was DOM – Dirty Old Headmaster. He paused, returned to his desk to read a letter which was sitting there, and then with a quick slap to my rear said “well, you had better show her in then”.

As cariad skipped happily out to fetch my visitor, I pondered on my good fortune watching the hem of her skirt flick up to reveal a pair of very tight knickers. I finished arranging the canes. They looked good hanging there and I grinned to imagine the girls attempting to work out my sequence of priorities with them...

Before seating myself, I half-glanced at a letter on my desk. Not having my cleaned my glasses I couldn't make it out well so I returned to my old chair and sat down heavily into it. It absorbed my weight and cushioned me as it always did. I sighed and crossed my legs as I waited for the knock at the door.

I closed my eyes and wondered what this lady wanted. Her description sounded most enticing and I determined to play along with whatever scheme she had in mind.

I bounced out smiling to myself. I was not sure what our visitor expected, but I suspected she was in for a surprise.

I return to see our visitor looking through the school photograph album and punishment book and gleefully point out the one of myself taken the first time I was called to task over being late for class. “Yes, Ed Master is a firm believer in traditional discipline, but everyone loves him, even learn to love him for it!”

“Anyway, he is ready to see you now, if you would like to follow me. You have chosen a good time to come, he has just been working on his collection.”

I tapped once again on Ed Master’s study door and waited for his invitation to enter.

His eyes immediately feel to her chest, and I don’t think he was considering the necklace which lay there.

“Errrrrrrr hmmmmm, Miss Michebe to see you Ed Master”

I walk into the office and feel the Ed Master stare upon me. I go and sit on the chair infront of the desk. "Mr Ed Master, i have come to talk to you about a proposition i have for you, you see this is a fine establishment but it is underused and really is just a drain on resourses at the moment. I would suggest that a move to a smaller premises may be necessary and that this premises could be opened up to the public as an historic building especially if some work was undertaken on the surroundings to bring this up to its full potential. Obviously we would need to talk about figures, but what would your initial reactions to this be?"

My initial reaction was that my jaw fell, my mouth opened and I do believe that I may actually have started to drool. This was due to a combination of disbelief at her affrontery and equal disbelief at her er..frontery.

I snapped my mouth closed. I frowned to disguise my disquiet.

"That is really some offer" I said, lamely. I went on; "I really do think that this is one situation where I need a little time to consider. I have, um, not kept abreast..." I winced. "I have not kept up with property values and due to my absence also have no idea of the state of Slothland's books. Perhaps you would care to come back this evening. I can have cariad conjure something wonderful from the kitchen-she really is a great cook-and the three of us can sit down and discuss matters. Say, 7?"

Miss Michebe stood. It took several seconds for me to focus my gaze up several inches to her eyes. She appeared amused. "Very well" She said over her shoulder as she swept out. "I will see you then."

I then quickly left the room and found my way out and returned home. I had best get ready for the evening i suppose, this deal needs to go through. I run a bath and slowly slip my clothes off. I get into the water and start to think about what to wear this evening. I slowly bathe and think about how to handle the meeting to come. After my bath i walked upstairs and quickly dried myself before finding my dressing gown.

I walked over to my wardrobe and proceeded to find something suitable for this evenings meeting. I eventually decided on a black above knee skirt and a lilac fitted blouse with the top button undone. I put on a matching white bra and thong and slipped on a pair of hold ups and put on the skirt and blouse. I then added a touch of make up, and sorted my hair out and then checked myself in the mirror. That should i thought, and then drove in the car back to Slothlands Acedemy.

Right, dinner for three….

I have recently found that Ed Master has extended my school uniform to cover all areas of my life at Slothlands. I think the only thing he is yet to give me a uniform for is for sleeping but I would never be surprised to find a parcel arrive one day with a short explanatory note from him saying that as from now, he would like me to wear…

Any, the uniform for cooking was one of the earlier ‘extra’s’ he gave me. Ever so practical; when he was about to tell me about it, the first thing he said was ‘pants’. He then turned red and uttered ‘frilly’. Oh, and given that Slothlands is in the UK, that means underwear, not trousers. And the first time I gave him a twirl wearing them, he did indeed pant – mind you so had I, given how tight they were. The little wipable latex dress which goes with them is not much looser, although at least that has a zip. Of course since I often continue to wear the dress when I sit down to eat with him, there is a suitable apron.

As I got changed I had been thinking about to cook. I know Ed Master’s tastes, but also wanted to ensure that Miss Michebe enjoyed the meal. Rummaging through the library I was soon able to devise a menu which I hoped would please both, and not lie too heavy, since, remembering the look in Ed Master’s eye I had a feeling that after dinner entertainment would not just be gentle parlour games.

I busied myself around the place, preparing the food, preparing the dining room and tripping over Ed Master who always seemed to be close by.

Finally, I removed my apron, nipped up to my room, checked my make-up and hair, and came down again, just in time to hear the door bell ring.

I went to my old living rooms and looked around. Fortunately the locks had resisted Ted's best efforts and bore faint scars of his favorite crow-bar with pride. He had failed to gain entry, which was just as well as the burglar alarm system was an illegal import with the optional laser. He would have been divided in his opinion of it's effectiveness...

I went into my bedroom and opened the wardrobe. For one moment I half-expected one of the girls to tumble out, stiff and cold and stone dead. Nothing of that sort happened.

I selected a rather informal pair of trousers and a shirt. I put them on the bed then had a long, hot shower. It occured to me that an extra pair of hands to wash my back could be useful and I spent a good few minutes thinking about cariad in there with me...

The shower over, I dressed slowly. I had just fastened my watch-band when the front door-bell rang. I wondered what the evening would bring.

I ran down the corridors to the main door, not wishing to keep Miss Michebe waiting. And stopped, not quite able to prevent myself from skidding into Ed Master, as he proceeded in a more dignified manner to the same destination.

As I made my way to the front door I wondered why cariad had not already answered it. Then it occured to me that she had been busy with something in the kitchen and I was pleased that she saw fit to make an effort with the meal. At that moment she ran into the hallway, attempted to slow down and bumped into me. She grinned up at me, flicked up the tiny dress and darted out of arm's reach before slowing and regaining a little dignity. I laughed to myself at her antics and followed her to the door.

cariad paused for breath beore swinging the old oak door aside and welcoming our visitor. Miss Michebe was quite a sight and had taken some pains to appear business-like with a hint of slut. Just about right, considering the circumstances. I could see cariad's eyes darting to take in the details-as women do-and she clearly approved as she beamed up at the Estate Agent.

"Good evening, Miss Michebe" I said, extending my hand, "You are most welcome. Come through to the dining room and we'll discuss your proposals over dinner."

Evening I replied to Ed Master. I followed him and cariad down the corridor and into the large dining room and sit where the Ed Master indicates. I sit there feeling a bit uneasy as Ed Master clearl watches my breasts and i sit and wait for cariad to bring in the food as the smell starts to make my tummy rumble.

We sat at the dining table and I admired the view. cariad was happily fussing around in the kitchen as she prepared to serve the meal. I reflected that she was the only person I had ever met who could possibly think of a kitchen as "sexy". Still, her culinary skills are without equal so I guess I have no cause for complaint.

Miss Michebe sat there opposite me giving her assets an airing. This suited me fine and I duly obliged her by giving the proffered portfolio a once-over. Then a twice-over just to be on the safe side.

"Wine?" I asked her, as I rather unsteadily held up the bottle. She glanced at me cooly then smiled. I felt like a goldfish trapped in a small bowl when the neghbour cat decides on a mid-morning snack. "Why not?" she replied, licking her red lips and boiling my water. She continued, "After all, I'm sure that we'll have something to celebrate by the time the evening is over. Is your, er, young lady about to join us?" She looked over to the door. "Perhaps, though, she will be...tied up elsewhere?"

I smothered the impulse to strangle Miss M on the spot. However, as I was a gentleman, once, my gallantry came into play.

*Tied up-that's a good one!" I laughed. But the water in my bowl froze.

I approached the pinnacle of the preparation of a meal, where suddenly all parts of the creation come together, and hopefully the vision is realised.

I spooned the smooth glistening strawberry coulis onto the plates, ran over to full length mirror to check my appearance, quickly wiped down and then polished my dress where it showed signs of kitchen use, slipped on my heels, and returned to the streamer just in time to hear it ping. Grinning at the possibly not over subtle arrangement of asparagus spears on the coulis, I carried the plates through to the dining room.

I was unsure what had happened in my absence but Ed Master had that very intense look deep in his eyes, the ones which every student at Slothlands learnt very quickly that it showed that he meant business.

I stood, just inside the doorway, waiting for Ed Master’s signal to serve.

Dear diary,
Well, it is nearly time for a new term to begin. I wonder if I shall receive any applications for the term? My record with the inspectors has been "lost" and several girls have been "paid off"
I know that at least two have showed some interest, but it remains to be seen if they will in fact apply for another whole year of schooling.
Just in case-I shall reorder the uniforms-in bigger sizes. My! How the little darlings have grown!!

Well, I opened a parcel which arrived for EdMaster today. Is filled with assorted signs dangling from chains. Most peculiar. ‘Please check my uniform’; ‘Please spank me’; things like that. Obviously a new idea which he picked up at that Progressive and Perverted Headmaster conference he went to. He looked rather pleased with himself when he got back, and had a very large sample bag which he promptly locked away in the school safe.

I have decided to continue my studies, so I will be moving back into the dorm. I have missed playing with the other pupils. I wonder who is coming back… Do hope there are going to be some new girls, we had so much publicity after the issue of the disappearing estate agent. Very odd how she vanished whilst EdMaster was giving her a tour of the detention suites. I wonder why he was so keen for me to stay in my room the following day when there was all that activity going on.

Is a shame I will not be here for the start of term. Off on a secret mission of my own this time…and I am soooo excited.

The bus dropped me off outside some large, imposing wrought iron gates. I could still hear the driver saying 'Here you are miss - you'll have a spanking good time here, I'm sure!' and then laughing manically before driving off at high speed.

Timidly, I pushed open the gates, and shivered as they squealed on their rusty hinges. I walked down the long driveway, studying the great house as I neared it with some trepidation. There was no sign of life behind the high, dark windows.

I walked up the broad flight of steps to the front door. I hesitated for a moment, then raised the great door knocker. It fell back against the door with an echoing boom.

My throat dry, I waited...

I was wandering through the empty building listening to the girlish yelps in my mind. It was full of memories but no bodies.

I thought at that moment that I heard the gates squeal like a pupil in the stocks, but put it down to another memory emerging. I jumped a little when the knocker on the front door sounded out, booming through the corridors like minx when she'd learned that her Aunt's parcel of white chocolate had arrived.

I strolled to the entrance and unbolted the door. I opened it. There stood a vision in pink. The flustered-looking girl standing there bobbed from foot to foot looking uncomfortable. I was put in mind of a flamingo, except this one spoke:

"Hello Sir-I am moptop. I need to...to...go!"

"Hello" I replied, unoriginally, "But you've only just arrived! Why not stay for a cup of tea before returning to the lake?"

The flamingo image had permeated my brain by this point.

She looked at me. To my intense surprise, she grinned. "You have me wrong, Sir! I'm more of a fluffy kitten!"

I stepped back to let the flamingo/kitten hybrid into the hall.

Aunts parcel of white chocolate has arrived...........................

*runs down the corrider, slides down the banister and lands in an unceromonious heap at the feet of the new girl*

'ohhhhhh ummmmm hi I'm minxy* I say pulling at my skirt thinking that EdMaster must have had the seamstress take them up at least another couple of inches don't remember my bottom being this cold last year.

Then again, don't think I should say cold to EdMaster - he has very unique ways of warming it up!!

Now how can I ask a new girl to 'come with me' and not have her think it is an offer....................

In my best angellic voice "EdMaster would you like me to show moptop the ropes.....so to speak?"

Why oh why does everything I say have a double meaning - guess that will mean I will be spending time with the new Master this term - Master of Double Entendre - and here was me thinking she was a sub

*goes off arm in arm with moptop*

The door opened to reveal a beard. There was some person attached to it as well, but I didn't take very much notice of it. I did notice a certain glint in the eyes that should have been a warning, but... I was just bursting, and that was more important than anything!!

He seemed to have a fixation on birds and lakes, so I explained my immediate need and my feline nature, and rushed inside as he moved to let me past.

"Where are the cloakrooms, pleaaaaase?" I hopped up and down and noticed his eyes following the movement. He was grinning.

"Come right this way."

He started off down a long corridor. Took a turn to the left. Another long corridor. Right. Each corridor seemed longer than the last. Was I going to make it? My bladder was furious with me.

"Is it far Sir?" I iniquired anxiously, scurrying along behind him.

He turned another corner... another endless corridor... oh no!!!

Shaking my head and grinning quietly, I left the two girls to do whatever it is that girls do together in the toilets...

Finally he indicated the Cloakrooms. I was far too preoccupied initially to do more than wave frantically at the surprisingly short-skirted girl offering to help. I didn't have time to wonder about the surprisingly shiny gym uniforms hanging on the rows of pegs, either. My immediate need dealt with - aaaaah - bliss! sweet relief! - I had time to feel shy and came back out of the loo blushing.

Her name was minxy, it seemed. She giggled a lot when she said some things, but I couldn't work out why. Ed Master left us together.

Dear diary,

The new girl seems to have made quite a splash. Pity she couldn't have waited...

I see that we appear to have a couple of tentative enquiries for the places that require filling here this term, I can't wait for the official applications-they make for such good reading.

I really need to investigate the goings-on in the dorm at night. Suchaminx, moptop and someone else (Can't be cariad just yet?) seem to be making very odd noises indeed. And filling the wastepaper baskets with chocolate wrappers.

It looks like an interesting term already.

Dear diary,

I have just received a most interesting letter of application from a member of the aristocracy. What is of greatest importance is that her Daddy has A Swiss bank account!
I must thoroughly vet this " Lady Epiphany Bratt" as she makes several wild claims about her history. Fortunately, I have an old chum at St Agnes' School for Wayward Bints who will be able to tip me the nod. I must admit to being impressed with her collection of stuffed chavs-especially as they appear to be Burberry-stuffed. I am surprised that she has to ask about Desade being on the reading list...of course he is!

Reminder to self:

Fagging. Hmm...

Dear diary,

What with Foot and Mouth disease and all sorts of horrible things around (except Stoat who has been finally put away for that nasty incident with the Chief Constable's secretary) I have deemed it necessary that we have a medical professional on hand. I have a first-class chap starting with us-I'm sure that he will be peering into the girl's...health.

He seems frightfully keen to examine them all REALLY thoroughly-what an enthusiastic addition to the staff. He will fit on in well.

To The Head Master of Slothlands Academy,

My name is Dr. Selash Ersh. German Doctor of Health and Wellbeing. Apon hearing of you need for a Medical Professional, I have desided to offer My application.

I have My own complete labratory and office supplies.

I have a Medical Examination Table with a special custom designed safety restaint system to allow for complete examinations.

My scalpel and speculum collection is top knotch to best allow for the health of my female specimins..

My work is Top Grade and I know that I can ensure the health and well-being of all of your students at Slothlands.

Thank you.

Dr. Selash