Something special on SW this morning: a guest post from Olivia, about the first of the scenes we played together last week. I loved it: hope you do too!
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Emily was, honestly, a good girl. Passionate. She worked hard – to please her teachers, to please her father, and to please herself. Some might say she had a temper from time to time. But she had never been so rude to a teacher.
She’d worked hard on that English paper. It wasn’t her best work, she had to admit, but not her worst either. Definitely not deserving of a D.
“You’ve obviously not worked hard enough”, her teacher said. A lie. Totally unfair. She obviously had it in for her. She deserved a better grade. And then, her temper got the better of her. Poor girl.
Poor girl, whose father was called by the headmaster. Poor girl, who was suspended for the day. Who, when she got home shortly before her father, immediately started on homework, in the vain hope that her punishment would be less severe if he saw that she was working hard. He’d ground her, wouldn’t he? Take away her pocket money? She remembered, vaguely, the whipping from years ago, when she had slapped her sister. It was just a distant memory now. Surely, she was too old for that now. Surely, he wouldn’t..?
Poor girl, who stumbled over her words while trying to explain, offering weak excuses, obviously reluctant to tell her father what the argument was about. “Please, daddy, it doesn’t matter..”
Poor girl, who had disappointed him so much. Who pleaded that she was sorry, that it would never happen again. But failing her paper was bad enough; shouting at a teacher, swearing at a teacher, being suspended, shaming the family name – that was totally unacceptable.
Poor girl, who lifted her skirt and bent over. Who was whipped hard with her daddy’s belt. Who cried and begged for him to stop. Who fell silent eventually, sobbing quietly through the hard – very hard – strokes.
But a good girl, when it was over. When she was allowed to come out of the corner, and fell into her daddy’s arms. Dealt with, forgiven, hugged. And it was never mentioned again – until the next time that she deserved to be punished.
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I wrote about my daddy/daughter fantasies a while ago. But to actually play a scene like this was better than I could have imagined, and I am so happy to have been able to play this for the first time with one of my closest friends. I can only be thankful for such a lovely scene, and all the other things we did in those amazing three days. I am so very lucky.