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   St.  Hilda's and St.  Thomas's Part One
   St.  Hilda's and St.  Thomas's, known affectionately as SHAT or SHAT's
by it's present and former pupils was a co-educational boarding school of
the lesser type, now sadly defunct.
   It had at one time been two schools and had merged in the 1960's, quite
revolutionary at the time.
   The pupils came from poorer distressed families and it relied on
donations more than fees and thus it's current demise.  The standard of
teaching was not high mainly due to the fact that salaries were low and
many of the staff were basically under or simply not qualified to do the
job they were selected for.
   I spent a year there as a physical education teacher.  Strange when you
think about it, I was overweight and hadn't personally engaged in formal
physical exercise since; well actually I had never done any at all.  By the
time I moved on after a year, I was actually in better shape than I had
ever been, strangely enough this had a lot to do with the pupils.
   My knowledge of PT came more from my copies of Health and Efficiency of
which I possessed many although my interest leaned more to the pictures of
the younger participants.
   During my interview with the Head Master I had raised the matter of my
interest in Health and Efficiency for the young and this had prompted him
to offer me the job at an almost unbelievable Victorian level salary on the
spot.  I was told that I would be working in close liaison with a Miss
Tithe, Tilly Tithe.  And yes as I was later to find out, the pupils had her
nickname well pinned.
   The pupils, as the HM (Head Master) as he liked to be addressed and as
he used for his School signature, and of course his nickname was HoMo, told
me, called Miss Tithe, TNT.
   "No it isn't due to any violence on her part, its more to do with her,
how can I put it delicately um.....lack of form or shape.  Anyway, you will
be working in close contact with her since she runs Welfare, a creation of
my own" the HM said raising his stature as he did so and then somewhat
deflating, "it was necessary to do so given some unfortunate incidents that
got into the press."
   You see back then it wasn't so much the "incidents" where concern was
shown, it was the fact that it became common knowledge.  I pressed for
further information but HM waved that query away, "it's done with."
   TNT was indeed formless.
   A woman of small thin stature, lank short cropped musty looking hair,
and heavy spectacle lenses that made her eyes appear enormously large like
saucers, and they were watery and pale looking.  She also had an
unfortunate gait due to a birth defect, her right leg was bowed and she
walked with a minor limp.
   Her style of clothing certainly did not reflect the 1960's.  Always a
dowdy just below knee length skirt, white knee socks and black or brown
flat heeled ladies brogues and the older fashioned high neck buttoned
blouse, dark cardigan over and for rainwear, always a dark blue anorak.
   And Tilly No Tits was indeed an apt nickname for her; TNT.
   I had some but rather limited contact with TNT.  She tended towards the
brusque and was always very formal and distant.  I considered that she
looked down on me.  Later she proved me correct in some ways.
   Back then these under funded schools tended towards the hotbed of vice
and salaciousness, breeding grounds for the later customers of public
toilets and spicy magazines; essentially people like me.
   The first half of the term was relatively uneventful as I went around
trying to get my bearings.  The work load was light, the salary lighter
still and this gave me plenty of time to wander the large grounds which I
found to be rather run down and desolate in many ways.  A bequeathed hall
reaching back to the 18th century, very little of the grounds were used nor
were funds available to support their upkeep.
   The pupils wore uniforms of course.  The boys in grey shorts, blue
shirts and a black sweater, dark grey socks and black shoes also wearing,
unusually, a dark pink tie.  The Girls in short grey plain straight skirts,
a white blouse, a black cardigan, white knee length socks and black shoes
but no tie.
   There were areas declared out of bounds in totality to the pupils and so
obviously it was these areas that I concentrated on.
   It was a week-end I seem to remember, a Sunday early evening.  I had
been around this overgrown area before but this time I made my way through,
I hadn't done that the last time.  And it was as I was about to turn back
and hack myself away that I heard faint voices.
   A girl's voice, "you gotta show first, you're the boy." Fat Samantha
(Sam or Sammy) Smith I was sure of that.
   "Yeah, you got to do it then we do it," Susan Brown (SS, Sexy Sue as
termed by Maths), two years younger than 12 year old Samantha and a proper
little minx as they used to say.
   Samantha wore the shortest skirts in the school and during gym, the
loosest shorts.  The staff called her the little minx and some of the male
staff would remark on that and I noticed their hands straying to their
crotches as they did so.  I was even asked by two of them, the Maths and
the History teacher "how are you getting on with our little minx" on
occasions.  "Quite a spitfire isn't she" were the type of remarks received
privately and with crotch brushing I noticed.
   I enjoyed making her climb the rope and standing at the bottom as
support.  Her plaintive requests to me to, "please stand there and not let
me fall" were taken by me as a form of encouragement.  And I had little
need for that especially when I noticed she wore no knickers under her
shorts.  She often failed the test and had to stay behind for extra
coaching, and she didn't seem to mind that either.  "It gets me out of home
work a bit" she used to say.  I took some photographs of the class in
action one day including one of her climbing the rope.  I used to
masturbate regularly to that.
   Inching my way forwards as quietly as I could I came across an old
dilapidated stone barn, probably an old storage area.  This was right on
the edge of the school boundary, and beyond that were simply acres of
fields.  This was an out of bounds area.  The building was missing part of
its roof.  The windows were simply holes in the wall now and there were
other holes where the stones has dislodged.  I moved to one and peeked
through.
   Both of the girls were bending over.  The boy, 11 year old Martin
Prescott had his shorts and underpants around his ankles and his little
hairless penis was jutting out.
   Ten year old SS was bending almost directly in front of me and her skirt
had rucked up allowing me another well viewed and documents eyeful of
hairless preteen 10 year old cunt, "its real small isn't it Sammy?"
   "Yeah" said Sammy, "real tiddly, we might not wank it because it's too
small."
   "Yeah we might not" said SS but in not unexpected an action, moved her
hand onto to it, finger and thumb and start tossing the boy's cock off, and
quite expertly I noticed.
   He came really quickly and groaned as he did so.
   "Urgh" said SS, "you dirty boy, look what he did Sammy" and she held up
her little ten year old hand, sperm dripping off it.
   It was time to get teacher like.
   End of Part One
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St. Hildas and St. Thomass Part One