So my best friend Moira was still my pal,
and I still harboured thoughts of revenge on Melanie "the queen mod bitch" love to see her thick
glutinous mascara running down her ugly posh face as she cried her spoilt little eyes out after a
and strangely it came to pass,
Melanie detached her self from her cronies and headed my way,if she wanted to fight I was ready,
before she couls speak I slapped her face and swung a punch she blocked it easily and grabbed my tie I got a handful of her hair and tugged,
she responded by pulling my tatty locks gave me a deadleg, it killed I nearly fainted,
next thing I was on my back, she was on top of me,slapped my hand away from her hair,by now there were calls of "cat fight"
pupils were running to wathch our pathetic show, I was near tears, I imagined I would beat posh bitch
I realised my skirt was rucked up, showing my un-fashionable white cotton knickers, the jeers of the
lads rung in my ears I flung my hands in front of my face not to protect me from melanies blows but
the shame the humiliation,
are we quits? melamine said breathlessly, before I could answer I felt her weight lift off my prone
body, hands roughly dragged me to my feet a teacher had dragged Melanie clear of me.
my skirt still ruckred up around my waist,my knickers still on show we were marched to O'Farrells
pull your skirt down you little trollop Miss Millighann rasped, I obeyed as best I could,
the cat calls and jeers still ringing in my ears,
but I had the satisfaction of knowing that queen mod la di da Melanie was going to have her trendy
panties dusted by O'Farrells slipper,
my prayers were answersed my attendance at early mass and my pleas to God were rewarded tho if it
was morally correct to inrtercede with the almighty to cause a teenage girl to be chastised when if
truth be told she had done me no harm was doubtful,
The Headmistresses Study.
miss its my fault I started it Kathleen did nothing wrong, Melanie said pleadingly,
don't you worry about that one, I've informed your mum that I can only give you six with the
slipper so after I've done with you and you arrive home your mother will be meeting you on the
doorstep wooden backed hairbrush in her hand.
Melanies face fell the pretty teenager was not far off tears,
why had she interceded on my behalf I had started the fight,
and if truth was told was coming off worst,
bend o'farrl rasped, melanie obeyed going over the back of the chair the head tugged her skirt clear of her bottom, of course she was wearing skimpy cotton panties,
I couldn't help noting she had a nice bottom and shapely thighs, thwack! O'Farrell wasted no time in
commencing melanies spanking,
my turn as I bent over I pulled up my skirt and wiggled my bum, thwack! ouch! the pig had lashed
the slipper across the top of my bare thighs it was agony,
that doesent count as one of your six you little madam,
we walked to Melanie's house,her grim faced mum answered the door,
please don't hit Your Melanie,I pleaded, it was all my fault,
mum We are going to listen to Gene Pitney, oh ok not to loud mind you,
thanks for speaking to my mum, Melanie said smiling,
least I could do you spoke up for me to that bitch O'Farrell,
her smile was beaming made me feel all gooey inside,
before I realised we were in each others arms,
our lips met,we kissed it was heavenly, oh!I'm sorry, I said as we broke free, oh no please do it
again,she said in a husky voice,
we kissed and cuddled thru both sides of the Gene Pitney's lp.
we arranged to meet in town on sat morn do some girly shopping,
I floated home on walking on air, I had never kissed a lad but kissing Melanie was so much better,
you're spending a lot of time with Melanie these days, Moira said as we sat on the park bench
watching the diucks on the pond,
it not like that Moira you're still my best friend,
I'm going to tell you something and if you get up and walk away I won't blame you,
oh! sounds juicy, well Melanie shes like my boyfriend 'cept she's a lass I said hesitantly, blushing
looking at the ground anywhere but my friends face,
whaaat! you mean you're a dirty rotten lezza? um yes I suppose so, so your still my best friend,
but Melanie she s likre well my lover , I spluttered my voice breaking,
do you kiss? yes touch? we cuddle each other I stammered, I bet you do you sexy little bitch,
How ever much I valued Moiras friendship I wasn't going to go into intimate details,
oh!its ok your dirty littlre secrets safe with me.
oh! well that's a shock but I still love you does your mum know? Christ I 'd be dead, don't you go
saying anything, oh! ok your dirty little secret is safe with me.
and for the time being my secret was safe.