Sunday mornings. Breakfast a simple affair, on this day of religious observation – plain toast, water.
The girls shown to the main classroom; made to sit and study the Bible for the hour before church, wearing their Sunday best.
Called out, one by one, to the Headmistress’s study.
Some returning, smiling, after praise for their work and conduct in the past week.
And then others, away for longer. Their friends beginning to worry. And the familiar sounds echoing through the near-silent building: the cane strokes landing, the gasps of the girl.
Trying to study the Bible, but counting… Three? Six? In the worst case, once, twelve.
And then the beaten lass would return, wiping away tears. Would wince as she re-took her place amongst them, sitting on the hard wooden chairs.
And the next girl would head to hear her fate…
…Now I feel bad for having chocolate cake for breakfast. And for missing church. Shit, am I the kind of girl that gets twelve strokes?
Maybe 18 at that rate. 😉
A slice of cheesecake for breakfast today and rather than church, I started writing a kinky story about a convent school girl. I am pretty sure I’ll be going to Hell, but the cheesecake makes it totally worth it.
I don’t even care about the strokes anymore, I want to read that story about the convent girl!!
When I was around 10-12 years old, my grandma used to regularly buy the weekend mail, which I always enjoyed reading.
One memorable issue contained a story about a father who was up in court because….
every sunday, he always sent his teenage daughters off to church with “well-reddened backsides”, to punish them for whatever they had got away with that he hadn’t found out about during that week.
I hid the magazine under a bed and re-read it for weeks, before it was found and binned with all the other rubbish. The story fascinated me. I wanted to be one of thse girls – I didn’t understand why it was being made so much of.
I woud pay good money to re-acquire a copy of that issue….
Mmmm…. Convent schoolgirl….
Domino…spankings to cover all sins just in case was a hot fantasy of mine during my teenage years. Let’s face it, for every one thing we got caught doing (and I was a terminally good girl in HS) there were at least three things we got away with. Even for a girl like me. 😉
EM – it was a hot fantasy of mine as well, even before my teen years. Especially since, having been raised a catholic, with weekly confessions and penances, there was always stuff that we got away with – but Oh the *guilt*!!!!
(and yes Brian, I *was* a convent school girl, and there was CP at our school too – ruler to hands or back of legs, depending on the severity of the offence)
I love the idea of spanking just in case. I like it even better if the girl hasn’t misbehaved at all… so unfair and so hot!
Catholic guilt never goes away!! But we got so many good scene ideas out of it, so it was all worth it, right? 😉 Just imagine what you could do now in an empty church with some rope, a lot of toys, and a lenient priest…
domino – … *shiver*
Olivia – Or perhaps a VERY not lenient priest?
Brian – well, I meant lenient as “willing to let us play”!! But that’s also a possibility 😉
There is about 20 miles from my house an old, closed Catholic school that I’ve always wanted to win the lotto and buy. Because, I mean, really it’s an actual Catholic school!
I was supposed to go to an all girls Catholic High School, Domino. The entrance exam was passed, the tuition had been paid, the uniform measurements had been taken. And then my family announced a few weeks before school started that we were moving due to a job promotion. Yes, eternal sobs over the loss of the uniform and the threat of the ruler and paddle. Clearly my deprived childhood played a part in my unending fascination with plaid skirts, ponytails and punishments.
Growing up, there was a Catholic k-8 school in the next town over (I’m from the middle of nowhere) but they didn’t have uniforms in the way you think of them. (IIRC, it was white shirts, black pants) but I never saw an actual schoolgirl in an actual school uniform with the plaid, pleated skirt until I was around 20 or 21 and went on a trip (for college credit, yay!) to NYC and saw a random 15ish girl on the subway wearing the full thing. Skirt, blazer, button down shirt, the whole deal. I found it more disturbing than anything. Like, given how people like, well… me… feels about such outfits, it kinda seems wrong to dress an actual teenage girl in one, you know what I mean?
I should clarify, that’s not the same one that is closed down. That one is a bit further down the road.
Olivia – I don’t regret at all being raised a catholic. I know they have a lot of bad press atm, and we had a couple of mean nuns, but for the most part, the nuns I knew were good women (albeit strict where necessary!) And catholicism has informed a lot of my kink
I do’nt see rope or stuff like that in a church (but I’m a purist when it comes to scene play
For me, a confessional, a feeling of contrition, and the acceptance of one’s penance as a necessary evil to achieve the desired state of forgiveness. I’ve written a couple of stories which are catholic-based 
Brian – where I grew up, plaid was not a school uniform tradition. When I first started school we wore shirts (red check for under-11s, plain red for over-11s, coupled with a navy gym-slip (like all the best english girls’ schools). A navy cardigan, a navy tie and a navy blazer, edged with cord and the school badge on the left breast pocket. A felt hat for when we were outside, white or fawn knee-length socks and black or brown shoes.
In summer, the nuns thought it would be a good idea to have us dress in white! Still with the navy ties and with a straw hat. That all changed late 60s/early 70s, when our uniform was modernised and we got a really nasty uniform that I hated.
I have always loved those gymslips. Bottle green is my favorite because it is such an unusual color. You really don’t see clothes in the US that come in that particular shade of green, so I always think of spanking when I see it. 😀
I got some fabulous vintage photos recently from the UK and was surprised just how short the girls wore their gymslips at times. They were also a lot less neat in appearance overall, rolled up shirt sleeves, etc.
I find the uniform part of my own fetish fascinating. Especially because it is emphatically sexier to me for a “girl” (read: woman) to be wearing a more or less real uniform that one of those skimpy ones from an adult store.
Brian – totally agree about adult store clothing – just doesn’t do it for me. I like authenticity!
EM – oh dear! The school photo you acquired seems to me to display a through lack of dicipline among the students. Rolled up shirt sleeves?!?! In public?? Like common workmen?? Oh dear me, no – that should definitely be a punishable offence.
How vintage are the photos, do you know? I suspect if the skirts were short, that they might be circa late 60s-70s.
You might find it interesting to google 1930s girls school photos. Also – do you know of the site http://www.corpun.com (real ife reports of punishment from around the world)
Domino: Most of the ones I’ve gotten recently were from the 1920s and 1930s. I haven’t scanned most of them yet, but one of them is on my twitter feed. The ones with rolled up sleeves IIRC were taken after a rousing game of field hockey, so perhaps the sleeves would be forgiven?
They are really lovely. I’m planning on having the best of them put into shadowboxes with my vintage prefect badge collection as I’m going to turn my unused dining room into a library. Long term project, but am anxious to get started with it.
I also managed to snag a pair of all school photos, the panorama type that show all the girls in uniform from the age of 6 to 18. One from the 1920s and one from the 1940s. I just loved seeing those framed at Aitken & Niven, so was excited to run a couple down for myself.
EM
Ah – if they were just off the hockey (or lacrosse) field, then that would explain the sleeves *and* the tunic length. Shorter skirts were permitted for games – although it is quite lickely they might have been “divided skirts” – which we had at our school for games too. These look like a regular skirt – but!! they are actually a kind of shorts/trousers, so that if a girl happens to fall over, her decency is preserved!
I don’t do twitter, but hopefully when you have them scanned you will stick them up on flickr or fb or somewhere.
Also – I meant to say before – I’m sorry you got cheated out of catholic school
This thread is directly responsible for me finally writing some stories again. So, you all either deserve credit or blame or something.
Strangely, uniforms ended up only getting a passing mention in the story that came straight from this and the accompanying twitter discussion.
Brian!!! You are a mean ol’ tease!!! Where’s the story for us to read?!?!?!
http://darkerthoughts.blog.com. Start at the bottom.
Thanks for sharing Brian. I liked the chilling relgious one (ha! wonder why
– and just as an aside – I know someone in RL who shares the name of your male protagonist 
ANd in the spirit of sharing… if you don’t know my website, it is http://www.domin-o.org.uk
(case sensitive)
user name is FOAF
and password is Joe.Sent.7.Me
Feel free to share with any kinksters who might enjoy it, but only in email/private or in closed forums, not in public places please.
Thanks for sharing back, and the compliment.
It’s interesting to me, because that story is the one that is the least connected to my own kinks and interests, but I do think it’s probably the best written of the three.
At any rate, I’ve written three stories in as many nights, but I’m not sure that’s a pace I can keep up for long.
heh! yeah – stories are like babies, they gonna come when they gonna come, and you can’t stop them
Re Service – it reminded me of a book I read – maybe The Handmaiden’s Tale. not quite my kink, but it’s well written.
It’s a curious thing. The broad outline of the story that is told in the story has been in my head for well over a year, closer to two, from when I was trying to write a novel (from which the character of Christopher Thomas as well as the theocracy caste system and basic world all came) where I knew this piece of his back story (although it was slightly different in my head then) but could not find anyway to really work it in.
When I finally reached a point of giving up on the rapidly failing novel, I just kinda stopped writing for awhile, but as soon as I did again, that basic story was right back in my head.
As a possibly interesting side note, although it wound up somewhere much, much MUCH different, the idea for Service (the concept in the story, not this story itself) was in large part influenced by a bit in one of Mary Catherine’s stories (Alas, I cannot recall which story, but one where Dean Michaels had threatened our intrepid school girl with being suspended.) I hope you don’t mind the slight nick, EM.
Also, is this the most comments ever, Abel?
Trust a post to attract so many comments when I was out of the country for most of a week! Love reading through the discussion here, from so many very lovely people!
Brian – not quite a record, no. I’ve had 40+ comments before, back in the early days of the blog. But by far the most for several years
LOL! Brian – I have stories which have been on my back burner for ten years or more
Maybe one day they will achieve full gestation!
Abel – having moderated and run various groups, I know how hard it can be to get conversations to keep going until you reach critical mass. I don’t read very much kink stuff since the demise of ASS/SSS and Informed Consent – your blog is the only thing I read regularly.
I don’t suppose you fancy starting up a forum? I’d help with the techie bits if you like.