I often find myself catching a train to work at around 7.30am. At that time, the opposite platform is packed with commuting schoolgirls.
For a young lady to join the Schoolgirl Express each morning, rather than simply heading to one of the many schools nearer by, suggests that her parents are sending her to a very good school indeed. The neat uniforms re-enforce my view, as does the good behaviour – no rowdiness here. They’re good girls, you see.
I departed for the office somewhat earlier than usual this morning. In place of a gaggle of girls waiting opposite was just one, forlorn soul. Head downcast, avoiding the eyes of her fellow travellers.
I guessed why immediately: that note in her locker the previous evening, neatly typed: “The Headmaster wishes to see you in his office thirty minutes before the start of school tomorrow.”
She’d be there before her friends filled the corridors with chatter this morning. She’d hang up her coat, place her bag in her locker. Take a final look at the letter, lest it had magically reworded itself into a less ominous message overnight. Set off on a long, lonely, nervous walk through the empty corridors.
Acknowledge her wrong-doing; apologise profusely (have pity; be lenient; even though she knew that a caning was inevitable). Take her strokes with as much bravery as she could muster.
Wipe away her tears; wash her face carefully. Pretend when the others arrived that daddy had been en route to a breakfast meeting, so had had to drop her for the earlier train. Hope that no-one saw her wince as she sat down for the first lesson of the day…
Yet again our minds seem to be working in exactly the same direction at the moment! I hadn’t even seen this post when I wrote my own morning school caning fantasy. I knew our tastes were similar, but I’m beginning to wonder whether you’re actually psychic!
Amazing, where we all get our fantasies – Abel’s almost always are inspired by the train ride or the office! I find that I get excited by the Amish neighbors, ropes and chains at hardware stores and sometimes J’s school accounts.
Pandora – that’s spooky! (Folks, do head over to Pandora’s blog if you have a minute – if, that is, the idea of schoolgirls getting caned in the morning appeals to you. And if it doesn’t, I guess you wouldn’t be reading these comments!)
Amber – don’t worry, I can draw kinky inspiration from almost anythingit’s just that on work days at the moment, the train and office are about all I get to see! So yes, when I happened to be passing through an Amish area a few years back, I had thoughts not dissimilar to yours!
A girl reporting to the headmaster to be told off and punished – yep, I know just how she feels. Very sorry for herself indeed!
If I may be cliched, for a moment, Rob – not half as sorry as she’d feel on her way back out of his study…
I wish it was me
:)!
Well I can’t disagree Abel. That’s about the time I had in mind too; says she, feeling oh so contrite about now!!
Rob, you wish it was you too, don’t you
Amber: Heaven forbid that I would be so mean as to make you jealous, but that WAS me. Even now and then I really AM in trouble, I mean REALLY!! And just so you know that you’re not really missing anything, there was a long, long lecture beforehand, and I didn’t dare to be flippant even once – which as you know, for me, just isn’t normal.
Sends Rob a big hug… and notes that she’s not posted in the past few hours. Even allowing for time differences, could it be that she’s not able to sit comfortably enough to type messages into her computer?
Well in fact Abel I’ve been rather busy getting back into the good books, which has involved acting as chief dog’s body in a garden we are making over, and this morning EVERY muscle in my body is sore. BUT I am pleased to report, that I am now back in favour, and able, just, to sit long enough to type this messsage. (salacious details indeed…..)
PS Thanks for the hug. That was a nice way to start the day!
I do know how that feels.. its been me, exept for the caning unfortunatly, I just had to do 15 laps of the hocky pitch. Still, its fun to fantasize.
Bex – I do hope it was in the summer! 15 laps on a cold winter morning would be cruel. (Whereas caning a girl…)