Her confidence, her bravado had gone long before it was my turn to deal with her. Mr Darrow had seen to that.
To begin with, she’d been unapologetic. Yes, she’d been in the nightclub; yes, she’d had a drink. But it was only three months until she was due to leave; we should be treating the senior pupils as adults; it was “the done thing”. Her housemaster, of course, had disagreed, and determined that the maximum of twelve strokes permitted under the school rules was appropriate given her lack of remorse. He’d punished her with severity, using a heavy cane. He’d clearly driven home his message.
Yet Laura was no mere ordinary pupil. And when a prefect so blatantly breaks the rules she is duty-bound to upheld, it falls to the headmaster to deal with her. She looked nervous for the first time as she stood before me.
“Why did I appoint you as a prefect, Laura?” She stumbled through the explanations: because she was a good girl, not one to get into trouble. Because I thought she could do the job?” “Because,” as I pointed out, “I trusted you.” And so she was reduced to tears even before the next question: “And so whom have you let down with your conduct last night?”
The girl was crying openly as she worked through the list of those she’s disappointed. Herself, me, her family, her housemaster. “The other prefects; the girls who respected you,” I added. “And so I’m going to punish you.”
Another twelve strokes – this time, hands outstretched to be tawsed, hard, with an extra heavy strap. I sensed her reflex to flinch; warned her of the consequences before the final blow; determined that she had moved her hands slightly before the blow descended, and reapplied it. And then I told her that it was inconceivable that she could continue as a prefect, and that I was removing her forthwith from that office.
And to drive home the gravity of the situation? An exemplary punishment. Six more with the tawse from me, as she bent over the desk – struggling to hold onto it with her punished hands. And then – because if she was now a junior girl, she needed dealing with as such – came the slippering. From headmaster then housemaster in turn, applying the plimsoll with the utmost force, as she writhed and sobbed – all composure long gone. And then a very beaten girl was allowed to get to her feet.
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To play one of the most intense school scenes I can recall, after so many over the years, gave me the greatest buzz imaginable. Huge thanks to The Hunter, who played Mr Darrow, the strict housemaster, superbly. And thanks and big hugs to Bambi; the depth to which she managed to inhabit her character so completely meant that I was able to go incredibly satisfyingly-deep into character myself. Just wonderful. Just wonderful.
Beautiful accout of the scene:) I had been craving some late night kink. Totally hit the spot;)
Works for early morning king as well!
Although I can’t get enough of schoolgirl fiction, my few attempts at roleplaying failed miserably. Fictional school punishments are embedded in an imagined universe in which they seem almost natural. Turning only a part of it (the punishment) into reality somehow makes me all the more conscious that the rest is missing it and that my body is well beyond school age. I had some fun with it when I was younger, but it never became real on an emotional level the way it feels when I immerse myself in a fictional story. Odd.
That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy (with a tinge of envy) accounts of successful roleplaying: The teachers’ twisted logic that Laura somehow needs to be punished five times for the same offense making them the bad guys in this one, hand strapping being totally unerotic, but fascinating for the willpower it takes to keep that hand still, and finally “I trusted you” … an emotional low blow that rarely fails to get the tears flowing.
This is a really lovely account of a scene that I enjoyed playing so much
Thank you!
You really do play down how scary the two of you were though, Laura was thoroughly intimidated by both of you! 😉
Maybe you should write your impressions of the scene, Bambi? Will you? Please! Pretty please! 😀
I enjoyed reading this account, Abel! Very much! Oh the hand strapping! 😀 Therefore I forgive you for not posting the dark story early this week as you said you would! 😉
..I just love a story entry…trouble is, it leaves me wanting so much more.
A bit illogical. almost an adult. one drink, It just seems that the person beating her, is a psychotic, He scares me that he’s in charge of young girls… She should have received a lesson but more of a wink and light spanking, as a matter of principle. She’s not a delinquent. To many writers are going over the with scenes and don’t want to invest the time writing a story that commends such a discipline. Chatham
Chatham – it wasn’t a ‘story’, it was an account of a scene we played, and as you’ll see above the young lady concerned really enjoyed it (as did I and the other top). So it’s probably just a case of it not being your style of play. I certainly wouldn’t condone this sort of thing in a real school environment; and in a roleplaying sense, it can be great fun to vary the severity of scenes depending on the players and mood at the time – some light, some heavy, some very dark!