During an amusing DM conversation on Twitter the other morning with the wonderful @SarahLRH, she confessed that she should in fact be tidying her bedroom rather than chatting to me online. That led, as these things do with fellow perverts, to speculation about girls being punished for similar matters – and she readily agreed that I could let my mind wander as the basis for a blog entry.
My favourite concept of those that came to mind in the following days was boarding school-based (much as the idea of a girl staying with her uncle getting the belt ran it a close second). A girl would have failed a room inspection, and would have been punished as a result: I think the housemaster would carry a well-worn plimsoll with him for precisely such purposes. He’d then give her an hour to tidy it, promising to return. When he did, it would be in precisely the same state, and she would be nowhere to be found.
Back in his study, he’d hand-write a note, and would give it to one of the house prefects to push under her door. “I am most disappointed that, after punishing you earlier, you chose to ignore our subsequent discussion. Kindly report to my study ten minutes before breakfast tomorrow morning, so that we may discuss the matter.”
A caning, if you were wondering. No fixed number of strokes in advance; just until she cried, and he was sure she’d learnt her lesson.
I rather like the notion of a dorm inspection by matron. Each girl would have to stand by the side of her bed while matron checks that all her belongs and possessions are in the prescribed places, that there are no forbidden items (such as naughty panties!), that shoes are properly stowed where shoes should be – outdoor shoes in the cloakroom downstairs,a nd indoor shoes/slippers neatly under the bed, that beds are made (with proper hospital corners!)
Any infringements would of course earn the girl concerned a slippering on the spot. Matron would empty out untidy drawers onto the bed, pull untidy beds apart.
Would Matron sit on the bed to deliver the spanking… or merely order the girl to bend over. Or maybe at one end of the room stands a solid wooden chair – there for the sole purpose of being placed in the middle of the room when one of the dorm inmates deserves a matronly spanking!
Those girls who have passed muster would then be allowed to go off to the common room, whilst the others, with stinging rears and teary eyes would be left to make good the damage.
When that is done they are allowed to leave the dorm and rejoin their better behaved sisters.
Matron, of course, would have to return to the dorm to check on what improvements had been made, and woe betide the girl whose efforts fail yet again to meet Matron’s exacting standards.
Imagine the silence that descends on the common room as Matron suddenly appears in the doorway…the terror in the hearts of all the already punished girls, each one desperately praying that it is not *she* who has failed again.
Matron would pause for a moment and look slowly around at all the girls, frozen like rabbits in headlights. Then she would cross the room, take the offender by the ear and lead her ignominiously out of the room and towards the office of the house master or mistress, there to receive a more thorough lesson in neatness, via the application of cane on posterior.
“No fixed number of strokes in advance; just until she cried….”
“They only cane until you cry,
after that you don’t ask why,
you just tidy your room next time,
you just tidy your room next time.”
Apologies to Suzanne Vega.
Does this really have to be fantasy? I would love a system like this.
I need a messy bedroom intervention.
This is hot. Especially that even after the first punishment she still hadn’t cleaned her room.
My bedroom is a mess too. Does this mean I can get a caning?
I played a v hot scene once along these lines with Jon Thorn, he of Winterbrook blogging fame. It was military cadet school and he was a housemaster/commandante* figure. But as we used my actual bedroom at the time, you can imagine how dismally it failed the inspection – which was deliciously thorough! And his disappointment in my sloppy standards, and the lack of respect to myself and others which they apparently highlighted, brought me to a wonderful state of shame. So there was no running away for me, only a very sorry girl getting suitably and thoroughly punished and promising to try harder in future. Mmm!!
* No idea of commandante is appropriate for a military academy – but I like the sound of one!
I am never going to tidy my room again. Ever.
*Love* that so many of you related to this post. It was one I so enjoyed writing – thanks to Sarah for the original discussion that led me onto the idea for it!