Muir College is a non-profit weekend school for female pupils and accompanying tutors of either gender. College usually runs over a weekend and generally has 6-8 pupils and a similar number of tutors. Male and female tutors are equally welcome.

The majority of girls attend College as part of a tutor/pupil couple. But there are sometimes occasions when we have an unaccompanied girl in need of a tutor. Unaccompanied tutors must be interviewed by Miss Prim and will only be considered if they first demonstrate their suitability to Miss Prim.

Mr.Prendergast gives a spanking

Mr.Butcher in action

The girls get up to no end of mischief and even enjoy the often painful consequences, as a wonderful camaraderie develops amongst them. All new girls get a different but harmless initiation into the fold at College.

All interested in attending as tutor or pupil should first join The Academy Club and then contact Miss Prim, who screens all applicants on behalf of all the girls & tutors, as it is vital that all involved know &/or trust each other.

For more about the Muir College, we'll hand over to one of the College pupils, Hope Kelly ...

The rest of the time went by in a blur -- assembly, dinner, and the rest -- until Caroline called Vicki and me into her dormitory for an exchange of 'presents.' Now, you'll have to understand -- I was incredibly impressed by how smart the other girls were all weekend. They'd aced Dr. Best's test, written wonderful stories about rainbows, and knew simply everything in the quiz games we played. But they were not terribly subtle conspirators. Vicki and I had noticed whispering all day, and I'd been in the bathroom five minutes before and heard someone outside the door saying "three of us to each girl."

And, of course, we'd already exchanged presents, so the pretext for all gathering in one room seemed a bit thin. But Vicki and I wanted to be good sports, so we trudged in for the 'gift-giving ceremony' with a pretty good idea that the 'presents' we'd be getting would be of a distinctly different variety from before. Even so, we were still not prepared when suddenly we were grabbed and tied over the bed with our arms behind our back and our legs restrained, while the other girls had some fun squirting us with water and smearing toothpaste on our bare bottoms (there were also some nominal 'spanks' that felt more like taps). The other girls then scampered off, leaving us tied up. Apparently the Girl Guides (Girl Scouts?) in the UK don't teach a knot-tying course, however, or maybe it was just that Vicki had Houdini qualities, but she managed to have both of us untied in a jiffy. So by the time our tutors and the Headmaster came in, we had already gotten ourselves in pretty good order, although we were still a bit damp and smelling of toothpaste.

And of course I know I for one didn't mind being initiated into such an enjoyable institution as Muir College. I appreciated how welcoming everyone was to their 'colonial cousin,' and hope to return again some day. No doubt I will do much better now that I have learned Matron's canes are not just for show . . .

A female tutor discipliing her
tutee at Muir College

Read the rest of Hope's account