by Carole Jean
Part 11 - PRIM
16th June, 1983 – and high on the Yorkshire moors, the finals of television’s "Top of the Form" are being fought out by the amazingly successful home team – the girls of Lady Barclay Grammar – and an equally accomplished team of boys, who have traveled north from the private school of St. Ninian’s in Glamorgan. Each of the boys is carried up . . . and deposited in one of the girls’ dormitories, where the dormitory mistresses calmly made themselves scarce while the girls get their ‘guests’ ready for bed. Page 7 Next morning, the girls of Lady Barclay School, are early to rise. Page 8 If you want to see all of the art for this story scanned from the originals then: The last PRIM illustrated story I have is the 13 page 'Sailor Boys'. When the ladies discovered that their new young husbands were too cowardly to join the navy, they decided to gain access to the naval social circles in another way. They were certain that the sailors would love to have a couple of pretty boys on board. These drawings are oh so cute - but a few are also a bit graphic. Personally this is one of my favorites. If you want to see all of the art for this story scanned from the originals then: I have another 137 vintage PRIM original drawings are single pages and not part of any story that I am aware of. If you are interested they are also available as downloads. Here are a few samples. I hope that you enjoyed seeing the work of a lesser known but dedicated Petticoat Punishment artist. As always, I am interested in any information you may have about this art or the artist. I am also always interested in buying or trading for old and out of print Petticoat Punishment stories and art by any artist revieved on this site.
‘The Squirming Quintet, A frightful Story by PRIM’, is a ten page comic book style story (with an incomplete 11th page) that has never been in print. As the text is very hard to read at the low resolutions required by my web page, I have provided a complete transcript of the story.
PAGE 1
The boys are Crispin Ainsworth (12), heir to the micron combine: Dominic Spencer (13), son of Bart Spener of Wye: Paul Harkness (15), 2nd son of the British Ambassador to X: and Guy Pender (17), son of a prominent financier. A formidable array of masculine brainpower – too much for the eager but gentle spirit of girls.
Headmistress Anthea Maine is increasingly saddened by the evident distress of her brave girls as the contest relentlessly edges away.
Unlike Mr. John Robins, the guiding light of the male quartet. Bet he knew the result of this contest before it began, thanks to his ingenious cuff-link microphone.
As the competition closed with its inevitable and unjust victory for the boys of St. Nivan’s, the misery of the 300 onlooking girls of Lady Barclay School can be imagined.
PAGE 2
The victorious team of boys enjoy their moment of glory to the full, and Mr. Robins makes a short speech acknowledging their superiority over the girls. The BBC production team departs.
During the evening dance, before their return home the next morning, captain Guy Pender, corners young Leonie.
"C’mon, sugarpuss . . . I’m giving ya the chance to kiss me. Ya little doll!"
"HELP! HELP! HELP!"
Help for the besieged Leonie is immediate in arriving, in the persons of Miss Maine and a troop of her prefects.
Pender is put in his place and one of the girls discovers something metal in his ear.
"Holly rattlesnakes! Look at this Miss Maine . . . It’s one of those ear-plug radio receivers."
Miss Maine is not amused.
"I’d like to see Robins about this . . . Being him here girls. I want all five of them here together!"
PAGE 3
Seconds later, the visiting teacher is escorted into the room, followed by the other unfortunate visitors. They are searched . . .
"They ALL got one of these ear-phones."
The cuff-link microphone is found too.
"Well, Mister Robins, what have YOU to say?"
"Er . . . Er . . . We’d all better set off tonight boys . . . Er, call a taxi, Pender . . . Er QUICKLY!"
Pender’s hasty movement towards the door is the signal for an unholy, but one sided, struggle.
"Strip the little pigs!"
When not a single stitch of clothing is left on them, the five males lose all their spirit of resistance.
"Take them to my study, girls, and get them into a listening frame of mind!"
Anthea Maine gets no joy from the BBC – They say that their televised result must stand . . . She is FURIOUS, and determined on vengeance.
"Miss Maine, these rotten boys have been saying GIRLS are hopeless and stupid all day!"
"Can we take it in turns to spank them for it?"
"There will be time enough for that, girls, but you have given me an IDEA!"
PAGE 4
The boys are lied naked to chairs while she makes a few calls:
" . . . Cheating throughout the competition, dear Mrs. Ainsworth . . . Very very upsetting to my girls and totally unforgivable . . ."
"Quite so, Miss Maine, and I am fully in agreement with all you suggest . . . You have my blessing."
" . . . And with you permission, Lady Spencer, I intend to make an example . . . not likely to forget . . . "
"I am shocked . . . utterly shocked by such a . . . a . . . a deplorable act of ungentlemanly behavior!"
" . . . and the irritating thing about it, Lady Harkness, was the rank arrogance of them. . . "
"If only I could be there at this minute, dear Miss Maine, to give him a piece of my mind! Be sure you are unstinting now . . . I am relying on you, my dear."
" . . . Went on to assault one of my poor girls, Mrs. Pender . . . Deserves humiliating . . . "
"An opportunity I have long been waiting for, Miss Maine . . . Teach him a lesson . . . and if I might add one or two further punishments to yours . . ."
" . . . and I intend Robins too to be shamed in the way I have suggested!"
"I shall telephone the proper authorities first thing tomorrow morning, Miss Maine . . . brought disgrace on our school . . . count on my full support!"
PAGE 5
Miss Maine acquaints the miserable males with the arrangements.
"Well now, you despicably low individuals, I have made some satisfactory phone calls, and this is what has been decided by your parents and your superiors . . . so LISTEN!"
The five miscreants are quickly gagged with knickers to ensure silence.
"Instead of returning to St. Ninian’s, you will continue your ‘education’ HERE, at Lady Barclay Grammar! And to start with, I am assigning each of you to one of the girls’ dormitories for the night . . ."
"And as for YOU, Robins," chuckle, "I am delighted to say that your headmaster at St. Ninian’s has agreed for you to be transferred to my staff . . . An ALL-FEMALE staff, Robins – Ha, Ha! And tonight I shall start your training in my apartment. Carry him up, girls . . . and show him just how helpless he is going to be in the future!"
Three girls pick him up, chair and all.
"O.K. Miss Maine."
"Gosh! Fancy having him on our staff."
"Super! You’re going to be in for it, Robins, Ha, Ha!" That’s right, Felicity, mangle his little cocktail sausage on the way upstairs!"
PAGE 6
They were soon nicely dressed . . . in frilled nighties . . . with pretty panties to match!
Harkness tried to object when he saw his pink nylon nightdress, but the sixth-form girls had no trouble reducing him to jelly . . .
. . . and the fourth-formers had a good time with Pender, wanking him into the sink (four times) until he was dry.
Meanwhile, in Miss Maine’s bedroom . . .
"There we are, Robins . . . A pretty blouse, and a nice mirror for you to see yourself – and the open wardrobe behind you. If you are to teach my girls tomorrow, YOU will be dressed in MY clothes!"
"And get him into one of your dressing gowns to bring him down in."
"OH NO! NO! Let me have my pants back!"
The journey downstairs is slow and tearful – and amusing!
"You can’t take me to the girls’ dining room like this!!"
"Oh yes we can, little pet!"
Downstairs in the school refectory, there is an air of expectancy, and all eyes turn to the door . . . and greet the frilly young villains with squeals of laughter. All four have been knickered to reduce their cries.
"H-H-Harkness . . . is . . . is that you?"
"D-Don’t laugh at me, PLEASE!"
"What the . . . Well, this is too much dammit!"
"Pender . . . where are you? Help us, Pender!"
They are positioned at the girls’ tables and suitably bound before their pairs of head knickers are removed . . . so that they can be fed with their breakfast.
"I-I’m not hungry (sob)"
From the excitement of the refrectory, the school repairs to the assembly hall where Miss Buxton, the games mistress, has provided the temporary uniforms Miss Maine has asked for.
"Here we are Miss Maine . . . summer blouses and gym skirts with navy gym knickers! I need eight prefects to help."
The prefects are quick to respond.
"Don’t you dare tou – OUCH – OH – STOPPIT!"
"This is an outrage! I’ll . . . HELP!"
The protests are ignored, and in any case they are drowned by the deafening roar of laughter from the hall of girls. The four youths are stripped naked, and as they mutely stand on view, their knickers, blouses and skirts are put on.
There has been no sign of Mr. Robbins.
"There now . . . I think the four of you look very sweet, and ready to meet your teacher."
The hall is hushed as the stage door opens. With one accord, the newly dressed boys turn to Mr. Robbins for deliverance . . .
"I say, sir, look what they’ve done!"
"Quickly sir . . . Tell them stop this insanity . . . Get them to apologize!"
. . . But their hopes are turned to despair when Mr. Robbins is pushed onto the stage in a white blouse and a green pleated skirt!
"Girls, I would like to introduce to you our new member of staff at Lady Barclay’s! And without more ado, we shall proceed to the punishment of these vile and worthless miscreants . . . Prefects, the punishment stools . . . and we shall have them thoroughly gagged with knickers as well!!!"
PAGE 9
The punishment stools are pulled in full view of the whole school, and the trembling young boys are marched towards them.
Miss Maine hands out the leather tawses to her staff . . . who can’t wait to put them to use.
Mr. Robbins is no special case, as he finds when his face knickers are lowered.
When all five villains are secured at ankles and wrists, their skirts are turned up, and a belt fastens their waists helplessly! Then their knickers are drawn down . . .
"Take aim ladies, This is for the honor of Lady Barclay’s, so spare no strength."
At 9:08 AM . . . The tawsing begins.
There are mixed emotions in the hall of girls, and great excitement.
PAGE 10
And at 9:90, five sore bottoms are released.
His gags removed, Pender fights back.
"You . . . You BEASTLY women!! You’ll pay for this!"
Miss Maine shuts his mouth.
"SILENCE! You little pig! Get this fool over the stool again, NAKED!"
The assembly is extended by another twenty minutes!
"OH NO . . . OH HELP, PLEASE . . . HAVE MERCY!! I’ll do as I’m told . . . I PROMISE!"
Miss Maine passes sentence.
"Yes, you certainly WILL do as you are told, you baby little BRAT!"
"This short gym skirt will do for you, and a pair of Leonie’s panties! And you will be given a sound long thrashing at the end of each lesson!"
Note the long legs and short torso in these drawings. They are characteristics of PRIM drawings. High collars and ribbons used as restraints are also frequently seen. I enjoy the sense of the anticipation of humiliation in PRIM's work. This is an artist who is in touch with the emotions engendered by Petticoat Punishment. His efforts are, therefore, all the more effective.
