Last night in my dreams I was a Head Girl, and, to be honest, I was a little evil.
I had a private study with a log fire, which was tended by my fags. On the mantelpiece I kept candle holders with a few candles in each; these I kept lit in the evenings. The fire and the candles created a flickering pond of light.
Whenever I was about to thrash somebody, I would turn off all the other lights in the room, and would place them in this circle of firelight. I would inform them that, as long as they stayed still and I could see them, the punishment was proceeding to my satisfaction. If they jumped about enough to step out of the light, I was going to be very cross, and the punishment would start again.
Then I would spend the entire allotted six or dozen strokes to make the culprit lose the balance and fall out of the light.
Often it didn’t work. But quite often it did: the trembling figure, naked from the waist down, disappearing into the shadow, to emerge again seconds later with a stricken expression: “Please, I didn’t mean to! I’m really trying!”
But they knew the rules, so I would start again, cracking my cane against the enticingly lit candle.
Remind me never to fall into the Head Girl’s bad books!
Interesting way of making sure the ‘victim’ stays still.
That’s more than just a *little* evil!
Is this the same innocent, sweet Haron I first knew?
Oh, does the head girl do boys?
Mitch, notice the carefully engineered absence of personal pronouns from the post. The Head Girl believes in gender equality
If you were caning two miscreants, would they be allowed to hold each other’s hands, so as to help the other remain in the flickering circle?