Realism matters, when it comes to role-play: one has to be able to able to relate to (and feel confident in) whatever character one’s assuming for the scene. In school scenes over the years, therefore, I’ve always played a Housemaster – in my thirties, it would have been unrealistic to yet occupy the Headmasterial chair. (And yes, Smudge, I am now getting to an age where promotion could probably beckon).
Now, today, Haron’s heading off to play a scene with friends. A prefectorial scene. Which also wouldn’t work for me at all. Although I was a prefect at a public school myself (‘back in the old days’!), and the group who are playing includes many dear friends, I can’t reasonably relate to the character of an 18-year-old schoolboy. The beard doesn’t add to my credibility in the role either. (And, in any case, I shall be delightfully otherwise engaged during the day).
So Haron will be dressed neatly in her school uniform; called before the prefects; dealt with most severely. Twenty miles or so away, I shall be thinking of her during the day – wondering at what point my girl is being disciplined, deriving vicarious pleasure from the thought of the cane strokes that may be being applied at that very moment.
And then she’ll return to the hotel. Where her guardian will be waiting. He’ll quickly realise that she’s been in trouble at school. Will be astonished and disappointed to hear that she’d been so badly behaved that corporal punishment had had to be imposed. Will send her to get ready for bed. Will expect an explanation, before reminding her: “You know the rules.”
And she will: that a caning at school inevitably results in a thrashing at home. His belt will come off; she’d lift her nightdress and bend over the end of the bed. He’ll observe her marks, before adding his own…
… hard…
… before we flick out of character, and my girl is back, and we hug while she spills out her secrets from the day’s scene.
Oooooh. That sounds like fun. Have a wonderful time, both of you.
(And Abel, I would never dream of mocking your age when it comes to sensitive subjects such as school. I know how upset you must have been when those dinosaurs trampled through your class and wrecked all your hard work on those stone tools. It must have been awful for you.)
Mmmm, can’t decide whether to feel sorry for Haron, or jealous of her!
And Abel, I’m sure you are by no means old enough to be promoted to headmaster in role plays… despite what that naughty Smudge might think!
Abel has a beard? Oh dear. More hair to be dyed in the very near future then… But really, Smudge makes such delightful comments here that I somehow don’t feel the need to add to that anymore. I honestly LOVE that girl! If I weren’t straight I’d marry her!
Ahem. End of rant.
Yes…well…there is the possibility that Abel is getting ahead of himself here. Isn’t there a slight possibility that the daughter brings home another letter altogether? Perhaps the Master writes home to Daddy saying how well she is doing at school…such a well mannered girl, always polite, terribly hard working…
In that case, the belt stays in the loops of the pants and he makes her a giant sundae with whipped creme on the top instead. (Yes Abel you can whip the cream, but not the girl).
Interesting that age-related realism matters so much here. I’m older than Abel (gasp!) but have no objection to playing a school girl. Maybe it’s because I don’t have beard? OTOH, a 20-year old headmaster definitely wouldn’t work for me. No matter, as there appear to be a great many young readers here who would benefit from this young headmaster’s attention. Then they can be sent home to Abel so as better to appreciate the accuracy that comes from years and years and years of practice.
See, now, it’s the prefect days that almost, *almost*, could tempt me back. There’s something about the abuse of authority that I find much more intoxicating than the legitimate authority of schooldays.
Eliane – be jealous!
The prefects are even keener to find fault than the teachers…
Rob – no chance…
And Abel – great to see you, nice shirt 😉 and thanks for all the advice, really appreciated, especially the 18/20 one.
I am in shock – after everything poor Haron ‘endured’ (snigger) yesterday, she then got to be, I mean ‘had to be’ thrashed when she got back?! That’s harsh Beckham, I mean Abel.
Aww, Nic – go on, come back… you know you want to really 😉 Just think of all the advantage being taken, all the authority being abused… mmmm…
Smudge is pushing it isn’t she? Did she get punished yet? I think that since she’s bratting abel here, he should publish pictures of the results here for us to see. What do you think?? =) LOL
Don’t worry, Faye, although I can hardly sit down (yes, still), the additional few licks of the belt were very welcome. Perfect cure for subdrop!
Awww Haron you are so keen- hope you had a nice cuddle and sleep (probably on your tummy!) xx
I really envy you, Haron… 😉