Mrs Manders would reach for whatever suitable instrument she had prepared and give the devastated lad the prescribed number of whacks on his very vulnerable, underpants-covered bottom. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that several inches of her elasticated knicker-legs were visible to those lucky enough to be watching, and the girls would vie for that view as resolutely as the boys! Then, with her stockinged legs planted well apart for stability and a strong arm around his waist, she bent him over and held him tightly against her thin, summer dress. The stares of the boys, and the excited giggles of the girls, only made matters worse for him. Then, while he was writhing and crimson-faced with shame and humiliation, she would lecture him on his offence, clearly aware that his erection was only stiffening with her powerful, dominant authority over him. She would look pointedly at it for a long moment, and then a hint of a smile of triumph and satisfaction would cross her face. Most boys found any ‘enforced’ exposure of their underpants to be a horrendously embarrassing experience, but somehow the presence of this fine, sexy woman usually caused a boy to get an erection in his underpants, and there was nothing he could do about it. However, she was a great disciplinarian, and she wasn’t averse to making any offender undress to his vest and underpants in front of her and everyone present, even the girls.Īll boys wore white cotton vests and full-fitting, white cotton underpants. I think that everybody was fond of her, and a reprimand from her for misbehaviour left you feeling that you’d let her down. The controlling influence was Mrs Manders, a lady who was formidable in every way, not least in the bust area, giving the effect of a galleon sweeping through the ocean, where she was both galleon and figurehead. At the time, I think there were about 400 girls in term-time, about half of whom were boarders, so there was ample room for us all to have a whale of a time in one way or another. Chamberlains is a large school for older girls, and it is situated on the south coast of England. I heard that letting it out in the holidays had been an attempt to raise extra funds, but the place was falling apart and all rescues had finally failed. Effectively it was managed pandemonium, yet because of all the fun, and despite the religious overtones, we enjoyed ourselves enough to want to come back each year.įor the several years we had stayed at a nearby boys’ boarding school, but it had closed down. For the mid 1950’s in Britain it was a bit outré. Most of the camp’s ‘Officers’, as they were called, were mature students, the presence of whom occasionally brought a touch of adventure to the events. It was run by a combined religious group, and along with all the sport and general fun there was an element of religious study, but nothing heavy. They were called Summer Camps and Easter Camps but there was not a tent in sight! Instead, the organisers took over a boarding school during the holidays to give older pupils, girls and boys, a great time, for which parents paid a reasonable price for the two-week breaks. If anyone spots any editing errors, please let me know via one of the Contact Rosemarie Buttons found on the main site.

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