Chapter 12

Most inspections were unremarkable, of course. Southamptonshire was no more a den of licentious iniquity than any other county in England; there were plenty of boarding schools for boys and girls where ‘goings on’ were rampant; the difference in this county was that the inspector was now checking on their academic achievements, and as a result was finding their other activities which might normally have been hidden. There is a feeling that some periods of history were more ‘prim and proper’ – Cromwellian England, for example – and others were dedicated to epicurean enjoyment of the broadest kind – the Stuart monarchs spring to mind; but it is more likely that the Puritans kept their incest, threesomes and oral sex hidden in their bedrooms, where the Stuarts were more likely to be found engaging in such activity before, after or during a hunt across open fields. In more modern times, there seems to be little relationship between the approval or otherwise of immoral activities (or ‘fun’ as some might call it) and the incidence of unmarried motherhood.

Jack Small was one of the lucky, or careful, ones. He ensured that the opportunities presented to him did not result in him losing control to the extent of firing loads of swimming, miniature tadpoles into some young womb ready and willing to conceive, no matter what the woman who contained the womb might think. His adventures were too enjoyable, and his intelligence too high, for him to waste it on an unexpected forced marriage. It was also true that he was determined to improve and maintain the educational standards of the county.

He found a reason to call in to Ceveford and was remonstrating with Miss Havers in the way they both most enjoyed. Notionally she had failed to keep her classroom tidy, they were less concerned with the detail as the result now; but Jack was also slightly distracted by his enthusiasm for the education of the children. “I am keen to improve the educational facilities in the county; ummmph, ummph. But there is so much to do, ummph”

“Mr Small, I wonder ahhh! If we might ahhh! Discuss this ahhh! Aaaa aaaff after?”

“Forgive me, of course”

This time he was a gentleman, he withdrew and sprayed her most attractive white bottom with its contrasting red target near the base. Then he used his handkerchief to mop her firm young buttocks clean. Unfortunately, the very act of stroking, caressing and wiping her pretty, exposed bottom, caused him to start becoming hot and bothered again. On the other hand, it did result in the young lady teacher reaching her own state of pleasant ecstasy without having to wait until she got home. She wondered if a semen impregnated cloth between her legs might be a risk in itself, but said nothing.

As he pulled up her drawers, the classroom door opened and old Miss Marchant walked in saying “I saw you were still here, do you have any chalk my dear? I seem to have run out for tomorrow. Good evening Mr Small.” Miss Havers gave her the chalk and the old woman tottered away, entirely unaware that Miss Havers had her skirt tucked into her waist band and there was a man standing behind her with a half-erect penis pointing pointing in a virile way at her.

“She didn’t see you in your knickers, nor me standing here exposed.”

“Oh dear, I don’t know what she would do if she couldn’t teach.”

Down the corridor, Miss Marchant was giggling to herself, “What a naughty pair. And in the classroom too! Ho ho ho. Still, young people need to expend their energy else they do it in the bedroom by themselves and go blind.” She wasn’t as blind as all that herself, it seemed.