This story is based on an original story by Willcope published over 10 years ago. I reached out to Willcope regarding this story over 6 months ago but have got no response.

I have taken their ideas and thoughts of a twisted Fetish-based ladies’ academy and tried to expand it using my own fetishes. We don’t pee unless we drink. The original is very much based on pee So they might as well be drunk. Naughty girls smoke. So these girls do too.

All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Originally in Mind Control I have put this into Fetish.

Miss Enid Kirkwood’s Academy for Young Ladies

Chapter 1

It had now been four very long, tiring, and stressful years and Nelly Andrews trying to balance both college and life had still not really taken her parents’ divorce at all well. She had finally finished college and was looking forward to her gap year before gonna university in the following September.

She had at all times been her daddy’s girl and much to her disappointment as he had in the past twelve months recently had shacked up with the giggly blonde bimbo call Suzy. This woman who compared to her mother was very much smaller in the waist and much larger hips and tits. For Nelly there was also another problem- Suzy was only a few years older than herself, and the arrival of this floozy Suzy made everything else worse as she very much saw Nelly as competition for her husband’s doting attention, affection, and cash.

So even though there was a deal in the divorce, more recently Nelly wasn’t invited around much as she wanted, and as such she really did miss seeing her father.

The crux of the stressful divorce was that both parents angrily blamed the other for having a sordid affair first. The situation and the story‘s that were told to each other, and about each other were not helped by the fact that her mother had jubilantly remarried within months of receiving the Decree Nisi.

There was of course good and bad news for the young Nelly by staying with her mum firstly- the good news was that her new stepfather was incredibly rich person, but unfortunately the bad news was extremely ugly and the most totally unlikeable person she had ever meyears t. He didn’t even try to make friends with her. Harold Andrews was something big in the city and was rolling in money, it literally wasn’t a issue to buy anything for her mother. Unfortunately, he certainly didn’t try to buy Nelly’s Love.

As Nelly found him completely cold and unfriendly to her whilst being seriously controlling. She was disgusted at the way that her mother fawned on him and because of his money she seemed to accept his every whim (and there were many) as law of the land. It was not all rosy in the house as there were many arguments between her mother and Harold, they were numerus and growing louder, longer, and ever more bitter. However, heated the argument, they were at all times solved half an hour later by extremely loud, and incredibly noisy but clearly enjoyable and passionate loud Sex.

Things came to a head on late on a Saturday night. She had managed to get the grades to go and study at university, but with the stress of home, she had missed the window to apply and had much better ideas, she had been roughly planning to go as far as way as she could- even looked at Australia or Chile. But never quite got her act together to go. September came and went, and she was still at home, the half-read guides books that she had collected off eBay were neatly stacked on her desk, and there she was neither at university, nor in the Hot warm sea of Australia working on her tan.

The cause of her indecision and lack of action was obvious to many. She had over the last twelve to eighteen months slowly been drinking more and more heavily, just because she could, and hell it was fun to escape her mum and Harold sycophantic act of Love over each other on the sofa and even one evening in the kitchen. She really did feel uncomfortable there, so she would take a bottle of wine from the well-stocked rack in the larder and drink it all by herself in the bedroom. They never seemed to notice that she had slipped away from them after dinner.

But on what had become the usual big Saturday night out with her very few friends that were remaining in town and had not gone off to university. She had really taken the opportunity to let her hair down and celebrated to excess. It had been a great night out, flaming sambuca’s the lot and she had thoroughly, very much ‘overly’ enjoyed herself dancing away until the small hours.

The good fun lasted all the way until she opened the taxi door and promptly fell out as her left leg didn’t move as she instructed it to. Once she got herself and the contents of her handbag back together, she slowly had got up. She then groaned and staggered across the pavement, swooping in attempt at catching the gate post as her first marker on way to the front door. She then meandered towards the house trying to navigate and avoid the chicane of the large plant pots that her mother had lovingly and artistically positioned years ago. As the cab drove away, she looked up to see that the lights in hallway of their large town house were still on. She cleared the pathway and then paused and took stock of the situation. There was more than a hint of incoming bad news, as what should have been a dark path was very much lit, and she had managed far too easily get the key in the lock, as she could see it, and then she opened the door quietly as feasible, as she had the best intentions in the world of sneaking upstairs as quietly as feasible. As with many of her great exciting plans that were amazing in her head. It fell aside at the first engagement with reality. She again tripped up over her own feet, as she landed in a crumpled heap of arms and legs on the floor.

Nelly then looked up, her shoulders instantly sank further than the sorry place they were already, as the first thing she got to see was her repulsive stepfather standing there in just his baggy white Y fronts with his arms across his large fat grey haired stomach as he stood waiting for her in the hallway.

“And what time do you call this?” He boomed in his deep authoritative voice.

Her head wobbled uncontrollably as she attempted to look up and focus on him with her blurred vision, she stifled a giggle as she tried to wipe her face of her miss placed strands of hair that was hanging across and tickling her nose, as she attempted to do a puppy dog eye smile. “Well, I calls its a ickle bit past my bedtime, ans zat is wheres I is goings now, bed!” She giggled pointing vaguely in the direction beyond her Stepdad and up the stairs.

He looked down at tutted at her.

“Oh, whats times do you’se call it?” Nelly replied overly confidently with heaps of false drunken bravado before looking down at her hand which was holding both of her shoes that fell off as she was getting out of the taxi, whilst trying to ignore the disapproving stare of her mother who silently, dressed only fishnet stockings, was hiding her naked body behind Harold. Her mother stood on the first step of the stairs leaning against him for support with her arms around Harold’s hairy neck.

“Do you know what?”

“What?” she cockily replied.

“I call it high time that your unacceptable behaviour was halted. I am no longer prepared to tolerate your defiance towards me. If you won’t discipline yourself then it will have to be instilled in you by other means, young lady. I’ve decided this evening, and your mother will finally agree, that I am sending you to a finishing school that I have been researching. Enid Kirkwood’s academy. You will go next week and hopefully you will learn how to behave like a true lady there!”

Nelly shook her head “Well I is not going anywheres now, as youse ares nots my real father!” She said stroppily talking to her shoes, only again looking up from the floor as she finished as the shadow from her stepfather loomed over her in her lowly position of a crumpled heap on the floor. Her fingers rubbed along her favourite tights, which were clearly now laddered halfway up the calf. She felt his extremely threatening power and she had only one response. All she could do was continue drunkenly giggling at the situation.

“True, but as I am your legal guardian until you’re twenty-one and come into your real grandfathers’ trust fund. Until that point, as you full well know I have full and absolute control of you.” He bellowed, and the way that he stressed these last words and the way that he stared at her with his hands on his hips as he said them made Nelly suddenly very glad that she was potentially going away.

After a few minutes of raging and swearing at him for just teenage angst form’s sake, she accepted the inevitable as her mother moved apart, she slowly climbed the stairs on all fours, further shredding and ripping her tights on each of steps before she then crawled off to her bedroom, her bathroom and then to her bed.

Chapter 2

She was hardly expecting to be sent to a top Swiss College, at such short notice- however much exciting that might be, but that morning confusion reigned as Harold announced that she was gonna Miss Enid Kirkwood’s Academy, what was that for God’s sake? What on earth was that? Where on earth was that?

The following day with full on depressing hangover, and headache pumping like a loud drum and base session around and around her fragile skull, she sat cross legged on her bed and googled away, and her hangover enthused gloom soon deepened.

The information told her that tt was an exclusive girl’s academy set in the heart of Fogshire dedicated to the teachings of its namesake. By set in the heart, it meant in a remote corner of the county. The namesake, Enid Kirkwood, she had been at the forefront of the Suffragettes almost a hundred years ago. Indeed it had been fully expected that she would lead the movement until she was suddenly asked to step down in somewhat mysterious circumstances and even Wikipedia was no help on where as she faded into mysterious obscurity.

The prospectus stated that the academy was “Focused and dedicated to the final education steps of fine young ladies of a delicate upbringing between the ages of eighteen and twenty one and who needed to be retrained in the standards of behaviour expected of them in a modern society where they had been ignored or insufficiently emphasised over the years by conventional educational establishments.

“What on earth did that mean?” Nelly mused to the screen. It sounded as though it was a reform school for posh totty with IQ’s lower than their chest size. She frowned. Its term fees published on the website, were astoundingly astronomical! Something wasn’t right here. Why should her stepfather want to spend this fortune on her this way and why would her mother agree, when university in a few long months’ time was far cheaper, and he knew that she would be off the day after she inherited her legacy?

Nelly’s detailed and frantic researching was frequently interrupted by gulps of recuperative Lucozade, and also coming through the stud walls, was the sounds of her mother’s mid-morning Sunday wake up Sex with the loud passionate screams of ‘more’ and ‘Fuck me harder’ as her erotic pleasure was reverberating through far too thin wall between the bedrooms. The loud sounds of which were not helping Nelly’s hangover as the bed headboard rhythmically banged against the wall. Nelly sighed loudly, shook her head, and tried to cover her ears patiently waiting for Harold to finally come, she knew all well it wouldn’t be too long.

The two women had never been particularly close, but Nelly was becoming increasingly concerned about her mother. Margaret Lyson, now Andrews, she at the time had many outside interests which people have predicted over time may have led to the affair and had found the conflicting duties of marriage and being a mother constricting and hindrance to the fun she was having. As a girl, Nelly had grown used to her mother’s growing demands for ‘own personal space’.

This goal of personal space had been abandoned as soon as she had remarried, it was like a light switch had been flicked in favour of what Nelly considered to be an overwhelming obsession with Sex. Her expensive taste in fashionable clothes from high end shops that her dad had bought for her over the years to try and keep her happy had been thrown out or given to the charity shops to be replaced by clothes from the charity shops, the skirts whose hems over the past few months had crept ever higher and now rested inches below her now often red raw sagging buttocks. Meanwhile her necklines plunged ever lower and were often emphasised by the removal of the bra which now highlighted the recent addition of the large nipple rings on her large drooping breasts. Nelly considered that her mother now looked like a low-class tart.

As such she found escaping either out with friends or most evenings to the sanctuary of her bedroom with the bottle of wine far more inviting and safer.

Margaret was more and more behaving like a tart too. Nelly was now not surprised to come home from school to find her mum embarrassingly half-dressed. On a good day she would just be in a thong stretched out on the sofa, drinking a glass a wine whilst enjoying a vile smelling cigarette whilst Harold slept off their pub lunch and the subsequent rigorous afternoon Sex upstairs. On a really bad day she was still completely naked. Over the last few weeks, coming home and seeing it had almost become routine. She couldn’t dare bring any of her former school friends back anymore. It was far too risky and embarrassing.

There had been one benefit for a bored restless teenager for Nelly there was always plenty of alcohol in the house, and neither Harold nor Margaret, seemed not to miss any when every night she took the bottle of wine to room. There was only one small exception which was last Tuesday when she had rather enthusiastically taken the £50 bottle rather than the £5 version, that didn’t go down well with Harold one bit. In her valid defence they had very similar labels and her then her tipsy response when she came out to visit the toilet was that they probably tasted the same. Which again didn’t go down well with Harold.

Nelly had had a sheltered upbringing and despite having a classic English Rose beauty had very little knowledge or indeed experience of Sex, and it had never previously appeared to be high on the agenda of Margaret either, but now her mother seemed to be according to Harold in constantly in need of a good rodgering at highly frequent intervals, especially most evenings after watching Eastenders.

There was no way that Nelly could concentrate on anything with her hangover and with the moans, the subsequent and predictable loud screams followed the loud torrid appeals for more pleasure being bellowed from the bedroom. Most nights she got into her bed and tried to get to sleep with her head buried under her pillow.

That night having spent the whole day hiding in her bedroom. She had determined perhaps escaping by going to this awful boarding school was going to be a very good idea.

Chapter 3

The following Monday she found herself on her own sitting on the black leather seats in the back of the silver chauffeured driven Bentley, having emotionally waved off to her emotional Mum, as Harold was predictably nowhere to be seen. She and her driver set off on the long and seemingly endless and extremely boring journey to the back end of beyond, and the village of Great Pluckinham in Fogshire and to delightful remote and desolate location of Miss Enid Kirkwood’s Academy for Young Ladies.

Nelly watched as the Harold’s chauffeur’s black leather gloved hand clicked the indicator, and then gracefully turned the large car off the tarmacked road. Nelly couldn’t help but notice out the window the large green painted sign, which had clearly seen better days with the gold and cream name paint was crinkled and starting to peel off it. The car slowly made its way up on the long treelined, extremely twisting and thoroughly potholed gravel drive. The suspension groaned and the car creaked as they bounced along as it made its way up. After a few minutes the car finally stopped in front of a large foreboding grey building. Henry the driver opened her door and after almost perving on her as she got out, he then almost rudely dumped her bags from the boot on the gravel floor at her feet. He nodded, grunted in his gruff way, briefly waved goodbye, and got back in the driver’s side, and the wheels soon screeched, kicking up the gravel and dust in a cloud as he quickly drove off again.

Leaving Nelly alone holding her rucksack standing next to her full suitcase, surveying the ivy-covered grey rendered walls of a large and extremely old and ugly looking country house.

She had been expecting to see or hear hordes of teenagers running around, but the place seemed quiet, desolate, cold, and utterly depressing. With her shoulders sagging with the weight of her rucksack and the large foreboding concern to her future, she bent her knees and lifted the handle of her extremely heavy bag containing her world of clothes, laptop, tablets, and anything else she could think of bringing with her in the last-minute rush to pack.

It was difficult to plan to come to what could be a lonely hell hole, and she was feeling incredibly small, lost and extremely isolated. She dragged the suitcase over the gravel, the wheels failing to turn until she stood in front of the large, old, varnished wood door with rusting iron braced just about keeping it together.

Nelly’s eyes stared up and down at the gold tasselled bell rope and took a deep breath and raised her arm grabbing hold of the taught fabric, and with great trepidation pulled at it. She stepped back in surprise that something actually happened as she looked up and listened out as a repetitive ding of noise of brass bell rang out three times echoing far within the building.

She nervously looked around behind her the neatly trimmed bush, but there was no one around, she turned back to look at the door as there was a loud grating, followed by the rattle of a lock being twisted, with a subsequent loud groaning creek as the rusting hinges of large wooden door slowly swung open and Nelly’s mouth dropped.

The heating was clearly on as instantly there was full blast there was a jet of warm musty air wafting through the door, and there in front of her stood a little old grey-haired woman dressed in a traditional maid outfit. Her top half was immaculately and traditionally clothed as you might expect to see a traditional maid wearing, with a frilly lace cap, black high-necked blouse and a white bib, there was an unexpected pack of Marlboro Reds poking out of the front pocket. Her white blouse finished just below her waist tucked into an extremely short black skirt with bare legs, on her feet she wore black rubber clogs.

“Cannn I hellllp you ddeeear?” the old lady slowly wheezed and croaked.

“Er, Hi…yes…er…I’m I guess the new girl. I guess I am due to arrive, I guess, about now?” Nelly then introduced then herself in full.

The women that Nelly assumed to be the maid slowly nodded her head, far too slowly. Almost painfully slow. “Offff coursssse, ppppplease folllllow meeeee.” She again wheezed her lungs clearly rattling as she growled and then wheezed again. The maid again painfully slowly nodded before again sluggishly turned the 180 degrees, which like a enormous tanker slowly manoeuvring in the bay took what seemed like hours, she then grunted like an Olympic weightlifter as she crouched down as if doing a dead lift to pick up the suitcase. The black elasticated miniskirt pinged as rode up high her thighs revealing a complete lack of knickers on the white spotty varicose vein covered backside.