I seem to be unable to get out of bed today. Seriously, I’m still in bed – with my laptop, of course.
The only thought that might shift me is a fantasy of hiding out in the dorm when all the other girls are getting ready to leave on an organised walk we do each Saturday. I just don’t think I’ll be missed, with fifty or more girls creating a chaos of hats, scarves and coats out in the hall.
Except, Matron has been doing this for a long time. She instantly calculates that somebody is missing. She marches into the dorm with a slipper in her hand. I try to hide under the covers, but she yanks them off.
“Out of bed and over my lap,” she commands. I whine, but obey. She delivers a fast, efficient spanking over my pyjama-clad rear. It seems to last for ages, and I’m a sorry, blubbering wreck by the time it’s over.
“Now, young lady,” she says afterwards, still holding me over her lap, and tapping the slipper against my bottom. “As you didn’t wish to go for a walk with your friends, you can spend the morning making yourself useful. Get dressed and report to the kitchen. I’m sure Cook will find something for you to do.”
She pushes me up, and stands herself, towering over me. “And don’t let me hear a report that you have been slacking off. Or this,” she raises the slipper, “will seem like a harmless toy in comparison with the cane your Housemaster will use on you. Now, march!”
…Yes, I think, something like this would get me up in the morning.
Actually I know how this feels. You don’t want to go out in the rain unless it’s just a quick dash to the nearest pub. So the only option is to stay in bed, eat cake and drink fizzy pink wine.
I don’t like Matrons!
I would normally agree, but at the moment I’m just rejoicing that rain is rain and not ******** snow. So I lept out of bed at, um, 8:30 this morning, and then sat curled up on the sofa for a couple of hours. But now I’m doing something!
OK, maybe I need a matron too.
I hear ya. Every time I stay with HH, I get to live that fantasy and at the time it’s not that hot! (Although it is afterwards!!)
Oh, this is strictly a fantasy. When I’m in bad, I’m staying there for as long as I care to!
OH, yes please. I definitely need a Matron like that
Amount of time I waste in bed recently, just because it’s too cold to get up is just scary…
Spot on! I think what makes that situation so hot for me is how the matron instantly knows that someone is still in bed…