Alicia and the magic ring part 2

 Lunch at Saint Mary's canteen in the 70s was plain, only three food groups, mashed potatoes and minced meat plus an apple, but it was plentiful. More important, there was boys as we shared the facility with the neighboring boys school. As with the old song, there was plenty of boys watching the girls who watched the boys go by. Very few boys sat with the girls, and no girls sat with the boys. I guessed that boys were as shy as today.

 

I was teased for not being as enthusiastic as in the morning, when riding high above the saddle, and showing my legs to the boys. Lucinda wasn't too cheerful either. Miss Fritton having told us to have our poor homework grades signed by our parents wasn't encouraging us to be cheery.

 

Lucinda sighed. "I should avoid the cane. I do have the minimum 10/20 average."

 

I felt like my eyebrows were about to fly away with that mention of the cane.

 

Our friend Amelia mused. "It wont be the first time that the two of you get your butts warmed up, and if you're lucky it will be your fathers doing it. Dads are softies with their princesses."

 

Her words of "It wont be the first time that the two of you get your butts warmed up..." had me blushing.

 

Agatha added. "I hate it when its Mom. She always belts my thighs. She says that it will encourage me to keep my skirt down, and not to tease the boys."

 

I blushed the more for that!

 

Betty chimed. "It sure is embarrassing to have boys see that your were belted loke a squirty junior!"

 

I mouthed a silent, ah!

 

Afternoon classes were event less, and I slowly rode back home with Lucinda.

 

Grandma, as Mom in the 70's, offered warm coco and a slice of gingerbread. It was nice, and she asked how was my day. I was true to again being eighteen and lied, when said that it was fine.

 

Back in my room, I took off the magic ring, and was in front of my laptop. As I read and answered my emails, I was surprised to notice that my time travelling in the 70's hadn't interfere with having another rotten day at the bank. As a clerk at the counter, I was first in line to deal with acrimonious and rude customers.

 

There was also that repetitive email offering administrative assistant jobs in the back office, far away from the counter. Alas! A levels were required, and I had flunked them.

 

I day dreamed.

 

What if I have my A levels in the 70's? I should be able to resit them today. Dad always said that exams were tougher back then.

 

You will first have to be punished for that poor homework. It might be a belting as Lulu said.

 

You weren't spanked, and you failed your A levels. With a few beltings you should be encouraged to apply yourself, and wouldn't fail.

 

Ask yourself if you have the courage to take what you deserve for poor work.

 

What if you fail to have at least an average grade? It might be the cane. That would for sure hurt like the Dickens.

 

Yes, and you wouldn't want a repeat of that, and apply yourself the more!

 

Anyway you first have to taste a belting...

 

Why don't you have the ring back on, do your homework, and have dinner with them?

 

I did, and heard Grandma asking me to set the table. Oh! I have to remember to call her Mom!

 

I remembered, and set the table. I was surprised to know where everything was. She asked if I had done my homework. I didn't lie, I had, and done my best.

 

Grandpa or Pop was back from work. He was very sweet, and I remembered Amelia telling that dads are softies with their princesses.

 

We watched television. I enjoyed the old shows. Then Mom told me to go bed at 10 pm, as if I was ten. She had said, "Its time for bed young lady!" Her tone had been quite firm. I understood that her princess wasn't to argue, and I didn't dare.

 

As I took the bathrobe behind my door for visiting the bathroom, I stumbled backward for a step or two from the surprise of having discovered a cane and a belt. I felt my bum tingling as I fingered that belt with both ends tapped together. 

 As for the cane I barely touched it! I had no doubt that it could cure me of my natural laziness.

 

Later I fell asleep asking myself if I will be able to take the medicine I would for sure be needing...

 

Janet-Alicia

 

To be continued....

 

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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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