Chapter 17

So, the Thursday morning dawned clear, fine, and warm; he boarded the train, opened his copy of the Thunderer, read one article and fell asleep. He had felt it necessary to pay a call on Miss Havers ‘whilst he was in the area’, as he put it, though he was in the area precisely so he could pay a call on her. He had enjoyed belabouring her exposed bottom, though he wondered quite why she enjoyed it so much. She clearly did enjoy being spanked, especially with his own hand. She enjoyed his fingers steadily invading her private area with each stroke. She enjoyed him thrusting his tool hard into her. And, this time, she enjoyed him forcing her to lie on her back and pleasure herself whilst he watched. Convinced as they were that Miss Marchant was blind as a bat and deaf as a post, they perhaps did not take as many precautions as they used to. Miss Marchant had seen Mr Small arrive and had spent more time tidying her classroom than was necessary. The lower windows from the class into the corridor had been painted to stop children getting distracted, but of course children had idly scratched at the paint when queueing up. Now Miss Marchant was peaking through a small hole in the paint on one window and giggling to herself. “My my, I haven’t seen such goings on since the two brothers and my sister were seen in the hayrick. That was a summer to remember. Goodness yes. When it was obvious she was pregnant, one of the brothers had to marry her, and they drew lots, since neither knew who was the father. Richard, I think it was, yes, he married her. Poor boy, they both went for a soldier and when Richard didn’t come back, Stephen and Alison simply claimed that it was them two as had married. Oh my! She’s fingering herself! With him watching too! That takes me back to Squire Davies, I would not let him have his way, but I showed him what he was missing.” she sniggered again, hobbled away before they saw her shadow, and, that night, she re-enacted her escapade with Squire Davies. It took longer to get herself damp now, but the wave of pleasure was just as good when it came.

Meanwhile, Jack and the ‘naughty teacher’ had found it perfectly possible to continue exploring ways of improving her performance until late in the evening. He had caught the milk train back to his lodgings, changed and rushed out again. His landlady was sure he was being worked too hard. Miss Havers was teaching with a smile, and the lingering memory of the taste of semen in her mouth whilst Jack was snoozing on the train.

“Excuse me, forgive me being so forward, but would you be Miss Pritchard?”

“Yes, Mr Small? Well met. I fear my train was delayed and we have missed the branch train. Thank you for waiting.”

“Perhaps we might take a cup of tea in the buffet whilst we await the next one? We have an hour.”

Both feeling like they were on a day out, they settled in a corner table in the buffet with a cup of tea and an Eccles cake. They were advertised as ‘fresh today’ so Jack had bought two. He wasn’t to know that the sign (and the cakes) had been up since Monday. There they talked about education, specifically of girls, and found they had much to agree upon.

The small local branch line train puffed in to the station and the two inspectors boarded. Jack Small had taken the hour to subtly appraise his travelling companion (as she had him, she might not encourage male suitors, but that did not mean she did not observe men). She was slim, well-dressed in an unostentatious way, she had a ‘peaches and cream’ face – pale skin and gently pinking cheeks, he wondered how much they were helped with makeup. Her plain white blouse was stretched, but in a gentile way, across her bosom. When they rose to make their way to their train, he observed that her behind was also slim but rounded, and it walked with a delightful sway. Why, he wondered, was she not married? Perhaps she preferred females? Yes, that was probably the reason. He found himself drifting back to the evening before, when a similar bottom had been exposed, and used for his pleasure. He felt his penis kick, and consciously put such memories to one side.

At the small town where they alighted the train, Jack Small realised he had not thought of how they would reach the school as it was on the outskirts. There was an old cab – the only one in the town – waiting. Miss Pritchard had, once again, shown her organisational skills.

At the school, they were able to leave their two bags – for this would have to be an overnight stay – in the headmaster’s office; he arranged for a tour of the school before he would leave them to explore alone. Doctor Phineas Andrews was confident, open and competent; his wife joined the three of them for coffee and an introductory talk.

Doctor Andrews confirmed that around half of the pupils came from Southamptonshire, and the others Wessex. They did not take in pupils from a wider area. “No need, you see? We have enough pupils from these two counties, we do not seek to expand, we see a small school as better able to provide a personal education to the young ladies.”