It will surprise nobody if I say that Abel and I rather like school stories. We don’t only ever fantasise about spanking in school settings, but it’s very much a favourite fantasy for both of us. It’s also the framework within which we role-play a great deal.

Despite this compatibility, Abel’s fantasy school and mine are different in certain ways, some of them major, some of them not so crucial.

I should really let Abel speak for himself if he wants to (sorry, sweetie) but when I think about the differences, I can’t very well describe them without putting some words into his mouth.

Both of us see ourselves in a British school, and we’ll both research the education system and histories of famous public schools with great interest. We both enjoy enriching our fantasies with authentic details. Authenticity is important to both of us.

To an extent. And there has to be this limitation, because, of course, in a real, authentic British school under no circumstances would a male teacher cane a schoolgirl on her bare bottom. Or her clothed bottom. Or at all. And of course, the caning of the (pretend) schoolgirl on her bare bottom by a male teacher is the single act which we love to re-enact and describe in many guises, and so reality must be stretched a little.

Other instances on which we are happy to compromise with reality - and where we resolutely draw the line - can be used well to describe the similarities and differences in Abel’s fantasy world and mine.

While Abel accepts that, as I mention, a male teacher can discipline a female pupil, he won’t compromise on his conviction that it would be inappropriate for the teacher to spank the girl over his knee, or to use any implement other than a cane, or a tawse, or a plimsoll. (Maybe a big paddle, if he’s being adventurous, but we aren’t fans of paddles, so this rarely comes up.) Anything else - other than a cane or a tawse used on the girl’s hand, or those two plus a plimsoll on her bottom - doesn’t feature in Abel’s fantasy school.

Girls in his school are very rarely punished in front of the class, and, on the whole, corporal punishment tends to be rare - and thus every instance of it is an extraordinary event. A girl gets the cane once or twice in her school career, and carries the memory of it throughout the rest of her life. On their part, teachers make everything to play up the importance of the occasion - and the significance of the fact that the girl has been caned before. (Every punishment must be more severe than the last. Or, conversely, the first punishment must be extraordinarily severe, so that there isn’t the second time.)

So, you could say that his school is on the whole not too strict, but that each separate occasion of corporal punishment is a terrifying, traumatic event.*

My school is, perhaps, a less authentic establishment, but I’ve been carrying its general image in my head since before I knew what authentic corporal punishment regimes could have been like. It is at the same time a stricter and a more lenient establishment than Abel’s.

It’s stricter, because corporal punishment is used there frequently, and is - if not the first response to any misdeed (for then we would never have lines, demerits, corner time, extra homework and detention) - then it’s something that everybody expects to experience and witness on a fairly regular basis. Even the best-behaved girl in the school can’t avoid getting spanked at least once a term; the bar is set quite low. So, you see, it can be seen as a fairly strict place.

However, each individual instance of corporal punishment in my fantasy school isn’t necessarily all that scary. It can be anything from a single, embarrassing smack on the clothed bottom, to a bare-bottom caning in assembly, but more often than not it will be a moderate punishment: painful and undesirable at the time, but not overall too traumatic. The girl will worry about it beforehand, and cry at the time, and squirm on her chair afterwards, but the next day she’ll be bright-eyed, bushy tailed and ready to sin again.

Where implements and positions are concerned, I’m also willing to commit some crimes against authenticity. In my fantasies teachers are allowed to take girls over their knee for a hand-spanking, and on occasion they use decidedly domestic implements, like a hairbrush, or implements borrowed from other times, like the birch, or places, like the paddle.

There you have it. Two school fetishists, two different fantasy schools. Isn’t it lucky we are pretty good at communicating?

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* I should know. I get to go through these out-of-the-ordinary traumatic events on a regular basis - albeit as different girls - when we role-play. Forgive me the involuntary shudder.

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