Sunday, November 12, 2023

Alicia and the magic ring part 1

I was twenty-two, "Janet my girl, you will soon be an official spinster..." It was a sobering thought.

I was again exploring the attic of my parents' house. It was like traveling back in time. I opened another metal trunk. That one was lighter. It wasn't filled with grandma's collection of Enid Blyton books.

I found several garment bags. I opened the first one, and was quite surprised to discover an old school uniform. I also found a leather satchel filled with textbooks. They were all for an upper 6th former, and dated September 1971.

I took everything down to my bedroom. I tried the school uniform, it fitted surprisingly well. The blazer was decorated with the crest of Saint Mary the old local public school I had attended. The skirt felt very short. I remembered the miniskirt fashion of the 70's.

 I looked in the tall mirror of my wardrobe and saw how the shortish skirt, knee high socks and brogues made me look like a schoolgirl of about eighteen years, a six former. It was great to look younger. I felt a few things in the pockets of the blazer, and found a couple of toffees plus a ring. I recognized the engraving on that ring as the crest of Saint Mary with its white rose.

I toyed with that gold ring, and slipped it onto my ring finger. For a millisecond everything around me disappeared in a white flash. I didn't have time for more than a surprised, and silent oh.

The girl in the mirror was no longer me! She kind of looked like me. It was scary! With both hands I carefully caressed my cheeks, as if to make sure that it was me. There was no doubt, I was again eighteen.

Then I noticed that all the furniture in the room had changed. There was a vinyl player and albums of the Beatles, Rolling Stones and Pink Floyd. I further looked around, and discovered a field hockey uniform with a stick. I read the name tag on the sports bag, Alicia Hatter. I realized that I was in my aunty's room when she was eighteen. Then the room next door must be Mom's, but she was already at that secretarial boarding school in 1971.

Then I heard a voice I recognized, it was Grandma. She was calling, "Licia, if you don't hurry up you will get a tardy!"

I apprehensively took off the ring, and after another white flash, the mirror was showing that I was again a twenty-two year old dressed as an eighteen years old schoolgirl. The vinyl player had transformed back into my laptop. "Phew!"

I played with the ring, and each times I heard Grandma telling me to hurry up. I was no longer scared. I had the ring back on. I was two in one, Janet and Alicia. I ran downstairs with my satchel. Grandma looked so young! I gave her a great hug which surprised her. I ran out of the house to the garage. It was empty, Grandpa had obviously already left. I saw how Aunty's old bike looked brand new. I hopped on, and rode high above the saddle with my miniskirt flying. A few boys wolf whistled, I beamed!

There was all those vintage cars looking brand new. A double deck bus with a rear platform, and ladies wearing flowery dresses. It was like a movie, but it was real. I caught up with an impi of girls wearing the same uniform as me. They teased me for the boys having whistled me.

Saint Mary looked freshly repainted. The big clock on its facade was again working, we had five minutes to lock our bicycles under the bike-shed. Then we ran inside swinging our satchels. A couple of matronly supervisors were trying to tell us not to run, and to quiet down. We ignored them, we were outnumbering them.

I remembered where was my upper 6th form classroom was, and hoped it was the same in 1971. It was, and my old desk was waiting for me, next to a girl who was my aunty's best friend. As I was two in one, Janet and Alicia, I knew her name as Lucinda or Lulu. I greeted her, "Yoh Lulu!" She answered with calling me Liz.

An old biddy dressed in black entered the class room, and I stood as all my chums while joining the chorus of "Good morning Miss Fritton!"

She extracted a folder from her bag. and returned our homework. She stopped by our desk. "Alicia, 10/20, keep on that track, and I will have you visiting the deputy principal for a well deserved skelping! Lucinda 10.50/20, you will soon be following her!"

With that threat of a spanking, I felt a hot flush. I was for sure blushing as red as a peony. It was also quite scary as Pop and Mom had never spanked me.

"For our class on Wednesday, both of you will return these poor excuses for homework with the signature of your parents!"

I soberly remembered that I had flunked my A-levels, and that I am only a clerk at the counter of our local bank.

Janet-Alicia

To be continued...

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4 comments:

  1. "It wasn't filled with grandma's collection of Enid Blyton books".

    What a fantastic start to the story, B. Brilliant! So compelling & exciting. Sooooo love the retro & contemporary entwined!!
    All your stories have such wonderful beginnings :-)

    "There was a vinyl player and albums of the Beatles, Rolling Stones and Pink Floyd."

    Satchels, old bikes, Strict grandma & a magic gold ring...why, it sure is a rear valley cliff hanger already, B :-)
    The knicker snapping tension is palpable from the get go. And the shear weight of gravity will have those soft panties falling down so that the salutary cane can reach out with due diligence & necessity, to smite those smooth, opalescent, soft n tender, princess brat botty surfaces, B!
    As indeed I ruefully recall myself in 1971!!!!!

    That photo of AJR is just exquisite, B. Oh my!
    "Yes, sound smackabotties with the cane for you, I'm afraid to say, young lady!"

    Janet-Alicia will know, & let y'all note, that in 1971, canings at school were six of the best over knickers. Canings at home were a baker's dozen, with knickers pulled down on bare buttocks. That was the punishment. Quite right too, B! It was normal & necessary.
    "No point in smacking the seat of your knickers with a lettuce leaf, my girl!" Oh dear! The logic was painful enough. The cane was worse!

    ....."and ladies wearing flowery dresses."

    Hugs n smackies
    "Yoh Lulu!" Brenda xx

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  2. Smacking with a lettuce leaf ! Hahahaha!
    Yes, in the 70s the flowery dresses and orange color were everywhere...
    Hugs and smackies :)
    B xx

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