Interrogation

Tired, jet lagged; waking this morning was a slow process. My mind wandered, dazed, to the day ahead. I’m heading out with a colleague; we’ve agreed to meet at 9 for breakfast, with pen and paper to scribble notes for the conference presentation we’re giving later in the week.

I recalled, in my sleepy state, that I’ve brought with me a small notebook perfect for the purposes. Purchased in Japanese store Muji, it’s the same size and colour as a passport. I picked up several the other week – thoughts of girls being caught with ‘forged’ documents sparking some fascinating scene ideas.

I daydreamed back to a scene we’d played the evening before I left for the US. There were six of us in total: some of the very best spanking role players I know. Three girls, three teachers. Fighting outside the common room; sound spankings, carefully-administered canings – and a superb rapport between the members of the group.

And then the logical leap. I pictured the same group of six; the girls with the forged papers, on the run from the authorities, possessors of some clever code that the State needed to know. We caught them, of course; interrogated them; flogged them, but to no avail – silence prevailed. So each officer took a sobbing girl away into a separate room: used fair means and very foul to extract confessions. (I’d better spare your blushes with details of the precise methods used!).

Two gave up their secrets: the third did not. They were brought back into the main room: the girls tied facing each other. We alternated strokes between them, the one unco-operative girl’s resolve tested by her own whipping and that of her friends, until she finally gave in.

I guess I ought to dig out that notebook and head off for breakfast…

PS if any of you happen to be at a conference in Savannah this coming week, feel free ti play “guess the pervert” and by trying to work out which of the participants is yours truly! (No, you’re not allowed to do a room-to-room search to see which suitcase contains a cane and a tawse!)

7 thoughts on “Interrogation

  • 28 May, 2007 at 6:21 pm
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    Shouldn’t you wear a red carnation or something?

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  • 28 May, 2007 at 10:45 pm
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    Or carry a cane?!

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  • 29 May, 2007 at 3:54 pm
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    Man you can bring that stuff into the country? Too bad Savannah is on the other of the country – the exact opposite, in fact.

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  • 30 May, 2007 at 5:42 am
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    Well, Amber, I’m sure US customs have no objections to theatrical props for use in conference presentations…

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  • 30 May, 2007 at 12:31 pm
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    They do have objections… at least I’m hoping they do.

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  • 30 May, 2007 at 2:00 pm
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    Mm, I like that forged papers fantasy. Yes please! Although I have to ask – would the girls get to choose which of them was the stubborn one? Or would you choose for them, or make them draw lots? :)

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