Letters from the school

“My love: you are so sweet, so kind. I cannot wait for you to take me away from this ghastly place. I am yours xx”

“I cannot bear to hear of your unhappiness at that school. Meet me, tomorrow, at 6pm. Bring your things. Come away with me.”

“Dear Sir,

We have come into possession of correspondence between a local boy and your daughter, in which they appear to be planning to elope.

Needless to say, we have nipped their plans in the bud, but I thought I should draw the matter to your attention.



“Thank you so much for mentioning this issue to me. I appreciate your diligence in preventing my daughter from following such a dreadful plan. I do hope that you will beat her especially soundly, and mention to her that I shall do the same on her return home at the end of term.”

Tied, face down, on the cast iron bed. Spreadeagled. Pillows under her midrift, lifting her buttocks into the air. The chairman of the governors, standing to the side with the freshly cut and bound birch.

The flogging, with no mercy, until they were sure she was broken.

“Dear Father,

I wish to beg your forgiveness for my recent conduct. I have been very soundly punished, and that has helped me to see the error of my ways.

The Headmistress mentioned that you intend to whip me when I come home. I beg for your mercy.

Your loving daughter.”

“I am glad to hear that you have learnt your lesson. The merciful thing will be to thrash you as soundly for the damage you risked doing to our family’s reputation, just as the school chastised you for that which you did to theirs.”

“Please, my love. I can bear this place no more. Come for me this evening at 10pm: wait at the gates. I shall climb out of the window of the downstairs classroom once the rest of the school has gone to bed. I cannot wait to be with you; to be free. But please: do not write back. I fear the consequences should they intercept another letter between us xxx”

2 thoughts on “Letters from the school

  • 24 October, 2014 at 5:02 am

    And this, dear readers, is why e-mails need to be encrypted.

  • 24 October, 2014 at 8:09 am

    I love this. I’d like to believe that she got away and is now living with her sweet boyfriend who treats her right and protects her and loves her and punishes her when she eventually needs the strictness of home and school again. Not that she was caught sneaking out and beaten even harder than the first time…


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