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.

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