Put down that crop
Posted by Haron on 23 Dec 2007 at 08:52 am | Tagged as: Perverting Reality
The Times the other week had a column on the instances of mistreatment of works of art by drunken or careless owners. For example -
While a house guest at Rousham Park in Oxfordshire, the young James Lees-Milne was horrified to witness his drunken host, Maurice Hastings, slashing the portraits of the Dormer family by Sir Godfrey Kneller with a hunting crop.
Eventually satisfied that several generations of dead Dormers had taken a good whipping, he stalked around the William Kent landscaped gardens with his gun, taking aim at the statues and blasting away at the private parts of Apollo.
I imagine a party of schoolgirls being taken on a trip to a country house hotel. They stash away bottles of booze, and, when sufficiently drunk, they rampage through the corridors and gardens, bringing a personal touch to statues and paintings.
They roll a condom onto Apollo’s, erm, arrow, stick a bottle into the jaws of Samson’s lion, and draw moustaches on portraits in the hall.
I also imagine a line of girls in the hotel lobby, bending over with their bottoms on display, as their teacher walks along the line with the cane. The hotel manager walks alongside her, witnessing that each stroke is precise and effective.
The view from the check-in desks would not be at all obstructed.
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This reminded me of the shopkeeper in ‘Boy’ who egged the Headmaster on, urging him to “hit him ‘arder Headmaster” and Dahl’s recollection that the Headmaster did indeed begin to wield his cane with more force upon her remonstrations.
So now I am hearing the Hotel Manager urging the teacher to “bring the cane down with more force, if you please. This one is the girl who used the, err, condoms.” Of course her yelps were heard throughout the hotel, drawing a crowd to the scene, and no girl from that school was ever known to misbehave at that country hotel ever again.
It was however, a favourite of the parents of girls of that school and they were often taken there for lunch by their parents. The Hotel Manager made a point of paying his respects to the girls each and every time, while the parents looked on, pleased that the girls had obviously been so well behaved on their school visit as to be worthy of being remembered by the Hotel Manager.
So the manager didn’t need them to bend over and bare their bottoms before he recognised them then?
I’d have thought the Hotel Manager would have delighted in regailing the story of the school visit to the parents, because we all know he’d love to have an action replay of the punishment even if it’s the girls one at a time instead of all lined up in a row!
Sarah…well ordinarily the Hotel Manager would have had the school call the parents of course, but they got down on their knees and begged for mercy…anything but that…their fathers being particularly strict….and a negotiation ensued.
It was agreed that in lieu of calling the parents they would be driven to the hotel in the school’s mini bus to work in the kitchen doing dishes and such for every Saturday afternoon until the end of the term - still six weeks away.
..and that explains how he was able to recognize them when NOT looking at their bare bottoms bent over….
…and BTW did you type that the Hotel Manager wanted a replay by mistake? I wonder if you meant that YOU wanted a replay!??
The Marriott hotel is going to seem so dull when I stay there next time.
Sigh!
Well Rob, of course I’d want a replay if I was there…. sadly I’ve never encountered a row of bare bottomed naughty girls being caned, nor have I been part of the line up
*sigh* I’ve led such a sheltered life!
….but find me the girl who has a more interesting life in her head……
….and if you really want to be part of a line up of bare bottomed girls I’m sure that Abel would be happy to arrange that for you early in the New Year….it could be a MFFFFFFF scene…..
I bet he would as well….. such dedication to kink, and from the scariest man on the planet too, who’d have thought it?
I’m sure there’s some special Nobel Prize that Abel deserves…
Any young lady wishing to be part of an MFFFFFF scene (or any other number of F’s!) needs only ask.
BTW, everyone - do click on the link on Evie’s name at the top of the previous comment. It takes you to some of her stories, which are quite, quite wonderful