As far as my spanking fetish is concerned, I’ve got two absolute favourite things: being a schoolgirl, and role-playing complicated, drawn-out scenes. Mix the two together, and you get a happy Haron in a state of kinky bliss.
Abel and I were lucky enough to spend last weekend participating in the longest, most immersing school role-play experience either of us had ever tried: a boarding school, complete with lessons, assemblies, chapel, school play, dorm inspections, games and homework. Oh, and spankings for the girls who misbehaved.
Describing the whole thing would turn any blog post into a novel (and would do nasty things to other people’s privacy), but I can’t resist posting some highlights – the bright pictures flashing up in my memory’s eye.
1. Each girl carries a “points book”, wherein her achievements and misdeeds are recorded. During a lesson Abel demands to see mine. I toss in across the room at him, marvelling at my own audacity. Pause. With a cold voice, he orders me to get out of his classroom. There are only a few minutes of the lesson left, but this is enough for several other masters to wander on the way to and from their bedrooms. Each gives me a knowing look. My Housemaster walks past. “Why are you here, girl?” I explain, cringing. He simply says, “Mmm-hmm.” I expect to hear about this again at the house meeting later in the evening. The noise level in the classroom rises as Abel emerges, cane in hand. Bent over a chair with my skirt up, I receive three sharp, measured strokes. I can’t help jumping up after each one. This is my first punishment of the “school term”, and it remains the most painful.
2. We are not allowed to ask for anything at meals; we must wait to be offered. Thus, if we are to have any hope to get fed ourselves, we should look out for our neighbours needs, and practice heavy hinting. “Would you like some orange juice?” you ask a girl whose glass is full of water. It takes her two seconds to twig it, and then – “No, thank you, but would you like some yourself?” “Why, yes please, how kind of you to ask!”
3. Some of the girls have university degrees in the subjects that are taught, but we are careful not to be too clever. Nobody wants to earn too many points to get spanked later. All the same, the behaviour is mostly unbelievably good. At one point the master sets a task and leaves for a good five minutes. There is no mischief, no conversations, nobody throws paper planes or gets out the pea-shooters. He comes back to find an impeccable classroom. (The only miscreant being yours truly, caught reading a book for the next lesson under the desk. But I’d finished my task, what can I say!)
4. There are two houses, five girls in each. We have our assemblies in the evening. The Housemaster and the junior master attached to the house examine our points books. One girl is praised and dismissed, the rest are sent to queue for their punishment outside. We end up huddling on a tiny landing. I’m the second to go in, but after my punishment (consisting of a spanking, a surprise mouth-soaping earned on the spot, and 8 of the best), I linger to the end, offering and receiving comfort from the others. We can hear the other house assembly finish, and our dinner being served, but we wait in the dark, shell-shocked. We are the naughtiest of the naughty.
5. Abel has inspired me to a piece of naughtiness I would never have perpetrated on my own. Visiting Blackpool several days previously, we happened upon a shop selling sticks of rock (local traditional sweets) inscribed with messages, from names to insults. We bought five pieces saying “Pervert”, and I conspired with the kitchen staff for these to be served to the teachers with their whisky in the staffroom. In assembly, the Headmaster demands that the guilty party owns up. I’m so deep in a schoolgirl head that my tongue freezes in my mouth: I don’t dare speak up. I think better of it almost immediately, but the moment for confession is gone. All morning I go through options in my head. I don’t want to go to the Head. Could I go to my personal tutor? Or ask the kitchen boy who had helped me to snitch on me? I the end, I do go to straight to the Headmaster, who coldly orders me to his office in break. I arrive there fresh from a caning from my Housemaster for an unrelated offence, but I can’t handle putting this off. I get a spanking, a good dose of leather paddle, and a dozen with the cane to sink the message in. The punishment itself is not the harshest ever, but the lecture is so crushing that I leave in tears.
This is as much as I’m comfortable writing without giving away anything somebody may want to keep secret. I hope that those of my playmates who happen to read this might consider adding their own experiences in the comments. You are all most welcome to reminisce with me. In fact, I hope you do!
What a wonderful weekend it was, from start to finish. In fact I enjoyed it well before I got there, having created with a co-conspirator a subversive school magazine (copies laid out on the girls’ beds while they were downstairs helping lay the table) and a cheeky magnetic dartboard decorated with drawings of the masters (extra points awarded for scoring a “Reverend Jenkins” as his picture appeared particularly elusive!)
And then we arrived… I was utterly shocked to be awarded the coveted (?) title of head girl, for whom punishments are automatically doubled. Oh, ok, I was delighted 😉 And then the lessons, all clearly carefully thought out, and better taught than some of my Masters level lectures. I was working hard to lose housepoints, but often became too immersed in the lessons to misbehave. My solution? To concentrate on the lessons (mostly) but to knock my chair over at every possible opportunity.
Finally this had its effect as, after a tawsing from my housemaster for carelessness with the chair, I was summoned to see my personal tutor, where a “topping and tailing” was dealt out – three strokes of a three-tailed tawse on each hand, hard enough to bruise, and then a long hard beating with a huge lochgelly, face down on the bed. I lost count quickly, but loved every stroke.
It wasn’t the last of my punishments – I’m sorry to say that Catherine wasn’t exactly well behaved – but everything I received after that felt magnified as a result of the lochgelly stripes.
There were so many other fantastic episodes – a vicious netball match, a variety show, a midnight feast and a lovely final evening, but as Haron says, the whole thing really would take a novel to describe adequately. The most important thing for me is to thank all the lovely people who were involved and who put so much effort into making it the most amazing weekend. I wish I could go back!
xxx
I’m glad you mentioned the dart board, Cath. The best part? Not getting caught with it.
I know – how did the teachers completely miss seeing that, when they came up to tell us off in response to the cheers when you’d finally scored a “Reverend Jenkins”? Very, very funny.
Well… as the well-behaved young lady mentioned in point number 4 can I just start by saying that one of the highlights of my weekend was the look on young Haron’s face when it was revealed before the final punishment assembly that she was indeed “the naughtiest of the naughty”!
I know my participation in the weekend was limited, my main aim being to “do no harm”, i.e. not to let my final overwhelming acceptance that spanking and schoolplay is not for me (I know, burn the heathen) affect others’ enjoyment of the weekend. I hope I succeeded in that. You all certainly seemed to be having a great time… even after the close of formal play, as I called my mother on Mother’s Day from my dorm room and could hear the sounds of punishment emanating from the dorm room across the landing (belonging to a certain lady author from around these parts). Heh. My mum’s sweet and innocent. She wouldn’t know what that slapping sound was!
It was an excellently-organised and brilliantly-executed weekend. I’m still reeling from my highlight being netball (!!!!) – but how much fun was that, despite that cruel and vicious teacher who took part and seemed to think his role was to flatten all the pupils? 😉 I’m glad my dive was sufficient to secure his sending off!
But as ever, lovely to spend time with all you gorgeous mob. My swansong, as far as the schoolie things go – and what a way to bow out.
You’re all horribly, horribly behaved kids. You know that, don’t you? 😉
Oh, and… it does occur to me I should also pay homage here to the teaching of the Rev Jenkins – my, how he kept a lid on my potential smart-arsed-ness in his Latin lessons! I thought Sunday’s sermon was very thought-provoking. And of course, the documentary on Saturday night on how things were when he was a lad and had to lick road clean wi’tongue was fascinating… 😛
ah yes, the huddling outside on the landing… bravado sinking as it got darker and darker…listening, trembling, to the cries of pain cutting through the heavy wooden door…watching each of you emerge visibly shaken…my fear increasing with every knowing, sympathetic look…it’s weird but the actual punishment was nothing compared with that awful waiting…i couldn’t believe how fast my heart was beating, how shallow my breathing was when my turn had finally come and the two of you comforted me in advance…really intense…fabulous…ooh i’m going all trembly again just thinking about it…*
i’m a bit gutted i never got to see the pervert rock though! (lol, that’s the weirdest sentence i’ve ever written)
it was fun to be the second-naughtiest again 😀
ooh and the food was fabulous, really really lovely…except for the cod liver oil
basically it was just great to spend the weekend with so many lovely, fun, gorgeous people :-).
* i was going to put in the part about me warming my bum on the radiator in advance but i thought that might detract somewhat from the drama ;-P
Nic, your dive was superb. Beautifully timed and artistically executed. I’m sorry – if not surprised – that it’s time for you to graduate; you will be missed.
But it wasn’t punishment you could hear from across the landing – it was a demonstration. The good Reverend was demonstrating, to two attentive girls, exactly how much backswing he required on his cane strokes to produce a reaction from the third… 😉
Nic, actually, having a good girl in class really works. After all, the real classroom would have a well-behaved girl there, right?
Blue Fairy, I keep thinking we should have just left you there to stew. Then you would have been *really* scared. Mwahahaha!
Oh my, I’m jealous. It sounds like you had a really, really, really good time! I would love to do something like that – the only problem being that I’ve always been rather well-behaved by nature. I think I’d be too impressed by the cheeky stuff everyone else was doing to come up with any myself! Keep the stories coming please! I can just see you all standing there, lined up…
It was an awesome weekend. Such lovely people and am very glad I got to know everyone a little better – although do think I was far too well behaved with coming second in the house points and all. The netball was so entertaining – never have I been in a game quite so aggressive, although I do still claim that I was pushed by said teacher (although not as hard as poor Nic!) so my complaint was justified.
Great food and loved the entertainment that arose from the kitchen during lessons – so surprised didn’t get in more trouble giggling at them. Still smile whenever I catch a glimse of the bruises on my backside!
Kate, quite a few of the girls that were there are pretty well-behaved by nature, but there’s always the good old trick of asking somebody to tell on you. (You may or may not have to do something naughty, as long as there’s an agreement about what it is you’re supposed to have done, if that makes sense.)
Charlie, I agree: those kitchen lads were so bad, what with pulling faces and chucking things into the classroom, I’m surprised all of us didn’t suffer grievous injury as a result
Exactly how much backswing? Well, it’s the first time I’ve ever lifted a cane so high that its tip touched the ceiling before it was brought down across the backside of the girl in question… And my XH Lochgelly enjoyed the challenge, too!
The girls ‘played’ fantastically: teaching classes to such an amazingly bright collection of individuals could be scary, were it not such fun! And then Sunday evening, after the role-playing had ended, was incredibly special too.
It truly was a fabulous weekend, and I’m incredibly grateful to the organisers for inviting us. (If they’re reading this, I do hope they realise quite what an important role they play in enriching the lives of so many of their friends, and are as proud of that as they should be).
PS am I the only person there to have been so tired all week that I’ve scarcely achieved anything at work?
Uh-huh. In the language of LOLcats, “Top-drop/sub-drop: let me show you it.”
It’s not top-drop: it’s sheer exhaustion. Now, it’s nearly 9pm. I’m going to bed. (To sleep!)
It was the flying oranges coming out of the kitchen that really got me…I think some of them got left in the fruit bowl in the kitchen so pity the poor next ‘pupils’ to turn up!
Some funny memories of the weekend (in no particular order) for me were:
A certain young ladie’s letter Latin (I think that’s what that lesson was) which not only got her in trouble but the most of the rest of us passing it around and attempting to read it.
The huge dining room table (literally the size of an entire room) and being apprehended for climbing on it to clear away breakfast on the first morning and duly spanked. Admittedly you probably could see my knickers which was apparently ‘unladylike’ but the whole thing just made me laugh.
The midnight feast for which we’d successfully bought enough food between us to run a small restaurant and speakeasy…the teachers coming storming up the stairs…and a very hot caning scene.
Being sent to stand in the corner with our noses touching the wall with another pupil for fighting with giant pencils…realising that the latch was right by my hand…opening it and the pair of us quietly walking round, noses still touching the door, until we were out of the room. And the subsequent thrasing courtesy of the headmaster- ouch!
The amazing organising skills of the lovely organisers and all the hard work they put in- genuine stars
Abel I’ve been so tired I haven’t in fact been to college all week (I have been there just may have taken a stragetic day of ‘home study’)
Blue Fairy: I do the warm-my-bum-on-the-radiator thing too! LOL
I had a fantastic time as well. Here’s hoping we can do it again sometime!
It was an amazing weekend! I’ve done similar school roleplays previously but this was the biggest and was just so hot, some of the best group scene-play I’ve done in ages. I definitely fell into the “bad girl” category this time, and couldn’t help myself in seeking out trouble and its consequences! As others have already described, there are so many good memories…
That huddle on the landing during our house assembly, and taking my turn facing our housemaster and his deputy. They put me in such a shamefaced state, then punished me so hard, that I was in tears by halfway through…incredibly powerful. No wonder Blue Fairy was shaking by the time it was her turn!
The kitchen staff were hilarious: kitchen and classroom adjoined so we had ample opportunities to entertain one another during lessons! They ran the tuck shop at morning break and bribed me with a free chocolate bar as long as I ate it during my next class! Obviously I accepted the challenge – and succeeded, right under Reverend Jenkins’ nose 😉
My favourite misdemeanour for which I escaped censure, however, was shared with Haron. We sat next to each other during afternoon classes on the first day and found our attention wandering. After a few rounds of noughts and crosses, I offered her a game of hangman and she rose to the challenge, quickly guessing my chosen film. I rewarded her by awarding 20 housepoints in her little record book, duly initialling it like the teachers do! We then swapped and I guessed her filmstar, to earn myself a similar award. We then spent the rest of the weekend, and numerous inspections of our books by the staff, waiting for one of them to spot that these entries were completely and openly fraudulent – and none of them did! Given that we both ended up in negative housepoints anyway, perhaps this was a good thing…
I could go on and on, but it’s past my bedtime (sorry, lights out!), so I’ll leave it there. Thanks to everyone who came for being so fab, and echoing the others, special thanks to our wonderful organisers for making it all happen. A truly memorable weekend!
WoW!!! Sounds like the most amazing weekend ever! I hope we hear more but for now I’m off to bed to think about all the lovely scenes described here
Hi Niki,
I like it => I do the warm-my-bum-on-the-radiator thing too!
greetings
Rainer
Chloe, with the length of your skirt, your knickers were pretty much on display when you were standing up, so I don’t know what the teachers were on about. Wish I saw you climb the table, though. LOL
Niki, are you blogging your part? Go on, blog it!
Martha, you were *such* a bad girl. I’m still gutted to have managed to lose more points than you. How on earth did that happen? Must be that you look innocent no matter what you do.
Sarah, happy to entertain
As I said, there’s so much more to tell, but it’s really a novel’s worth of experiences.
Deep deep eny!!! This sound slike *such* fun! I’m glad you had such a great time, and if you’re even short of schoolgirls, you’ve got my addy….
Thank you for sahring all those lovely DETAILS!!!
love
domino
I trust that the girl who has now come clean on the fact that she bunked off school this week realises that she is in deep hot water.
Haron – Have you got started on that novel yet?
It’s really great to hear stories from the girls’ point of view. We’ve done a few weekend long roleplays together now, and one of the things I enjoy most is hearing about the events from all the different perspectives, and of course hearing about things that happened unknown to me.
The housemaster scene was was of the best scenes I’ve ever been involved in…. it felt so utterly real. I never thought I’d see the day when Martha was reduced to tears by a handspanking – which shows just how completely convincing the roleplay became.
I’m also having a little giggle at the thought of blue fairy warming her bottom on the radiator….lol!
Speaking about different perspectives, is it possible to hear some details from the tops? Or even the kitchen lads? Respectfully, and greedily, requesting.
I’ll echo sclurker, though I would be happy just to have this very hot series of comment/posts continued by anyone who was there!
Sounds quite wonderful.
Yes, the pupils have been very forthcoming about their schooldays, naughty creatures!
But what did the masters chat about in the staffroom? Were they inventing lines for girls to write, or comparing pupils’ reactions, or just correcting Latin homework? Own up, please!
OK, OK, bowing to popular demand – the secrets of the staff common room will be forthcoming when I get a chance to write them
Indeed the kitchen lads misbehaved excessively and came within an inch of the punishment room themselves. it is a delight to know that all had such a good time. The kitchen was next to the main classroom and the misbehaviour seemed to grow hourly.
Ha. Trust me, Chef: if any of us girls got punished for the giggling induced by those two, there would have been some serious oppression of the working classes going on after lights out. *g*
Yes, I must add here that the behaviour of the kitchen lads was shocking – but oh so amusing! In the first hour of the second day, when I was put on domestic duties (washing up for an hour – my poor nails!!), it was a struggle to keep the laughter levels down!
Chef, you’re a brave man to have to put up with them… 😉
All I can say is, it’s a good job on other events the kitchen is separated from the main rooms by that good long corridor! Otherwise the staff may find themselves receiving rather more than just one dose of correction – although then again, I think there is always more than one dose handed out!
Eurgh. And that word ‘dose’ has just brought back recollections of the cod liver oil. I went in all bravado and derring-do, remembering being given it daily as a child – how bad can it be??
I may be about to report my mother post-datedly to the authorities. Foul!!! I had to struggle to keep it down. Yukkity yuk yuk!