<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Boarding on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/boarding/</link><description>Recent content in Boarding on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/boarding/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Pampered Pet</title><link>/stories/2018/04/11/pampered-pet/</link><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/11/pampered-pet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not use without the author’s permission.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Um, this is highly unusual, sir.  Here at The Pampered Pet we only do pets.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a pet.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The middle-aged owner felt a little queasy as she looked down at the woman crammed into the pet carrier.  The caged and naked woman couldn’t speak due to the leather muzzle, so she looked up at the owner with, well, puppydog eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Oookay,” said the owner nervously.  “I &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; we can accommodate her . . .”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lisa and the Academy</title><link>/stories/2015/11/14/lisa-and-the-academy/</link><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/11/14/lisa-and-the-academy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="lisaandtheacademy.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa and the Academy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Story follows on from &lt;a href="lisaandtheacademy.html"&gt;Lisa and the Academy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa and the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Academy 2: The Ballet Lesson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Breakfast came and went in a haze, as Lisa sat in a world of her own. She had gone from teenage delinquent to bisexual French student at a boarding school in the Cotswolds in less than a day. She wasn&amp;rsquo;t complaining mind you. She had enjoyed the French lessons immensely. She was troubled at how easily she had given herself to Madeleine.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lisa and the Academy</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/lisa-and-the-academy/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/lisa-and-the-academy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lisa had been called to the School Principals office. It was noon. This time she knew she was in big trouble.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What 16 year old liked school. Well 15 and a half, but who counts the half these days. School was for weirdoes who didn&amp;rsquo;t like life and playing hooky to be out tin the world. You learn more experiencing the world than studying it she thought.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mrs McClusky was a lovey old lady who had tried to do right by her. She didn&amp;rsquo;t like to use corporal punishment and handed out detention after detention. Lisa stuck her nose up at this and just didn&amp;rsquo;t turn up for them.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>