A dear friend was discussing a possible move into a new home. She was working out how to furnish it, and would love a room devoted to her spanking interests. The problem, I guess, is what you’d do if family or friends inadvertently wandered in. “We were wondering why you need a school desk and a blackboard?” might be a tough question to answer!
My suggestion was to furnish a room in the style of a Headmaster’s study. Imagine the fun you could have finding a grand oak desk just wide enough for a girl to hold onto – reaching up on tiptoes, fingertips clutching the far side.
Leather armchairs, slightly careworn, could be angled towards the desk, awaiting parents craving news of their daughter’s progress, or over whose arms girls could be positioned. A high-backed wooden chair against the wall to one side.
Think of the old school photographs, and the slightly worn trophies handed out to victors on the sports field. The bookcases: a fair selection of volumes in Latin, I think, together with histories of famous scholarly establishments. Perhaps the Headmaster’s degree certificate, framed on the wall?
The gown hanging behind the door. A mortar board? Punishment book on the desk, or in a drawer? Would the canes be out on display, propped against the wall, or locked away?
Oh, the hours of interior design fun one could have on eBay. And all perfectly suitable to be converted back into an ordinary home office before guests arrive!
I am more interested in creating a [discrete] dungeon in the living room. All it takes is a pair of the door jam thingies to attach whatever. Whips and chains can be easily hidden where they normally hide and taken out when needed.
Well, our ‘playroom’ does duty as a schoolroom, a dungeon, a harem and various other things. It’s a question of changing the furniture and pictures.
Then, when my mother stays, it’s the guest bedroom. Luckily, she knows what I get up to!
However, I did once forget to remove the bondage frame from underneath the futon (it’s so you can spreadeagle a helpless girl and tie her down on it easily). One of my female freinds slept on it for three days. We didn’t realise till she left. When I rang her to apologise, she said that she’d really liked the hardness of the frame under the futon, it reminded her of her bed at boarding school!
Boarding school beds… *shudder*