Being a schoolgirl

Last weekend’s Lowewood boarding school was somewhat unusual for me, in that I did my utmost to behave well and to gain lots of points – spurred on, perhaps, by the painful discussion my character has with her guardian before the start of term.

One of the things I particularly like about Lowewood is that there’s a culture of fairness: it’s possible to earn as much or as little punishment as you feel like at the time. As I felt like being good, it was easy for me not to earn any spanking at all, beyond what I got in the standard detentions.

I went through the weekend feeling smug and virtuous, and, other than the predetermined punishments that all girls got, I didn’t get spanked at all.

Hang on, I hear you say, you went to a spanking event, and you’re congratulating yourself on not getting spanked? What’s the point?

I guess, for me school role-play *is* the point. I got the kicks from wearing my tidy uniform, sharing the dorm, sitting through assembly, working in lessons, bantering at meals, losing at netball, goofing around in the school show, getting smashed in the midnight feast – all these wonderful things wete fulfilling in themselves, with no spanking necessary to complete the experience.

My fellow schoolgirls might have felt differently, but as far as I was concerned, just being a schoolgirl is enough.