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!

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