Reform school, the sequel
Posted by Abel on 25 Mar 2008 at 08:18 am | Tagged as: Perverting Reality
The poor girl from my recent reformatory school dream came back to revisit me a few nights later. Sad to say, her plight had become still worse. After a caning for being caught awake in contravention of school rules, and another by the Headmaster for failing to return directly to her dorm, she would inevitably lie in bed in tears of abject misery.
Another girl would be moved to comfort her: she’d steal across the dorm, hold her friend tight. Only the Headmaster had continued his patrol, and would appear in the doorway.
Caught out of bed, the consequences would be inevitable: “To my study. Now.” His demeanour gave away that the caning that would follow would be especially painful.
“And as for you…” The already-punished girl would be told of his amazement that her previous thrashings that evening hadn’t cured her of her desire to misbehave. “You’ll report to the punishment wing tomorrow morning, after breakfast.”
The punishment wing, where the naughtiest girls were kept for three days at a time: where a dozen strokes were administered at eight in the morning and again at eight in the evening, each day.
Fortunately, one of the masters would take pity on the girl. He couldn’t cancel her detention in the punishment wing, but he could sneak in to give her the occasional furtive, comforting hug. And on her release a few weeks later, he could take her on as a housemaid in his own house, where cuddles and reassurance could be more readily forthcoming. The dream turned deliciously rude at this point, so I’d better stop there…
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spoil sport!
That’s like a little kinky fairytale! Aww!
Love it! Are you going to be able to wait for the big reformatory scene in real life (or sort of real life) or are you going to combust before then?
Mmmm, delicious!
The punishment wing, where the naughtiest girls were kept for three days at a time: where a dozen strokes were administered at eight in the morning and again at eight in the evening, each day.
I LOVE this kind of ritualised punishment. It’s like the perfect combination of inevitability, anticipation and helplessness. Mmm. That’s made my morning - thankyou
Damn, let’s have some porn in the morning!
Abel: Any chance you could talk about something else for a oouple of days? I’ve been sounding a bit grumpy around here lately, but the ‘other half’ has got wind of this reformatory idea….started running his own ‘outdoors’ reformatory this morning. Hairbrushes in the bedroom, and bathroom, a piece of rope on the boat, a dried piece of vine in the garage…enough already! This girl is reformed!!