The ‘Alice’ scene described in the previous couple of posts here was by far the deepest and most intense over a lovely few days with Bambi and The Hunter. And the young lady’s slightly-delayed description of it will appear here shortly, I promise. Yet the weekend in question was full of other fun too.
After the three of us had downed pink fizz, good claret and a rather nice Sauternes, topped with half a bottle of port, neither The Hunter nor I felt that administering cp would be wise on the Friday evening. But, of course, there are other ways of making a girl feel disciplined – not to say shamed…!
Sunday brought with it the second of our planned scenes. Here’s what Bambi was told in advance:
Used to the lax disciplinary regime of your former school, you were shocked and outraged to be sent to the headmaster of St Agatha’s to be caned just a few weeks into your first term. You argued fiercely with him, refusing to accept the punishment; you stormed from his room, pushing him out of the way.
You have now been called before Mr Jenkins, a local magistrate who chairs the school’s board of governors. Much as you are tempted not to turn up, the other girls have warned you that not do so so would result in your immediate expulsion, and you most certainly do not want that.
In comparison to ‘Alice’, it really was a straightforward scene – but still huge fun. Demure in her school uniform, Miss Rachel Elizabeth Harris was – not surprisingly – incredibly nervous when Mr Pickford (the headmaster) brought her before Mr Jenkins. After a lecture about her conduct – and the particularly high standards expected of scholarship girls – the head administered the five strokes of the cane that were remaining from her original six, before she was made to sit on a hard wooden chair to learn the rest of her fate.
For pushing Mr Pickford and showing such disrespect? Why, the magistrate knew the perfect solution. With Rachel tied in position by her ankles, a Manx birching was duly administered; a very sorry girl was sent on her way.
Whilst said flogging was on the mild side for a birching (!), it was determined post-lunch that other forms of beating were more appropriate, to spare an already-bruised bottom. You know, my lovely new riding crop really is very versatile in terms of where it can be used when a girl’s handcuffed on her back on a bed, with two gentlemen to take care of her…
Such a good weekend: a perfect mix of styles of play – and great company too. I really am lucky to have such good friends.