One in ten
Posted by Abel on 31 May 2008 at 08:00 am | Tagged as: Perverting Reality
The Headmaster’s was evidently furious, as he lectured the hastily-assembled sixth-formers from the stage. “In all of my years as a schoolmaster, I have never encountered such wilful misconduct by such a large group of girls.”
“I am minded to give each and every one of you six of the best.” Stunned silence: girls winced, threw scared glances at their friends, reached for neighbours’ hands.
He paused, as if for effect. “But I fear that the time involved in punishing so many of you would prove unacceptably disruptive to the school day, so intend to adapt the Roman approach to quelling insubordination in the ranks. I shall therefore select one girl in every ten at random; each of those chosen will find a letter in their pigeonhole before chapel tomorrow morning, asking them to report to my study before lunch to be caned.”
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Amazing the kinky concepts one dreams up with ten hours to kill on a transatlantic flight. No idea what they’d done - mass truancy, a brawl with a neighbouring school, boycotting a session with an eminent visiting speaker? But I rather enjoyed the idea, even if it’s entirely impractical for a play scene - after all, the nine girls left out would be distraught!
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Transatlantic and especially transpacific travel put me in a bit of a mood, too, but even then, I wouldn’t be mean enough to leave 90% of the girls out! I can just imagine the ring-leader going to the headmaster after having failed to receive the note in her pigeon-hole. She would confess, accept her responsibility and ask to be caned in place of the others. The headmaster, still angry, would no doubt refuse her request and make her watch instead. Cruel man.
I’ll have fun trying to work out what the girls have done to get into so much trouble!
I haven’t been on a transantlatic flight recently but did fly from Holland to Ireland today. Does that count?
Though I noticed it a couple of times before, after you (or was it Haron? My memory’s no good at all these days) wrote about the people having to remove their belts for security checks and I saw three men doing that at security today, all at the same time… well, it was quite a thrill, to be honest. Especially since I have a thing for belts for some reason. I spent half the flight wondering whether they knew what kinky thoughts they’d triggered. I wondered what I could possibly have done to have three men removing their belts simultaneously.
So yeah, flying seems to be good for the kinky mind. I don’t sleep on airplanes though (I couldn’t stand the embarassment of waking up to find you’ve been drooling all over the place) so I wouldn’t know about kinky dreams.
Wait. Yes. It was definitely you who wrote about the security checks.
Oh, I like this one. But then I tend to like your more unfair fantasies the best