Let’s talk school
I found this post sitting in an untitled folder on my Mac. I don’t think I ever published it on my previous blog. Even if I did it’s worth another punt here. I give you: “I hate school scenes.”
Regular reader may recall my general dislike of the school role play. I have been persuaded, against my better judgment, to school role play a few times and I really don’t like it. Top or bottom, this school stuff just does not float my boat. In fact HMS “Kinky School Role Play” is fatally holed below the water line and is sinking fast. Salvage is looking very unlikely. She can stay in Davy Jone’s Locker as an official wreck that can not be disturbed.
“So why the animosity to School scenes Fred?” I hear you ask. Good question reader; let me explain.
I am closer to sixty years old than six, which means my school days were in the era when corporal punishment was still a regular part of school. Add to this the fact that I went to a boy’s boarding school and you may start to get the picture. Sadistic teachers beating young boys for very little reason at all. I just don’t want to get back to a fictional school, I had my fill first time around in the 1960s, thank you.
Pause here to take a look at Stephen fry playing his own school headmaster in this video clip. Click the picture to get it to play in another window, I’ll wait …
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It was really like that, only worse. Beaten for the silliest of things. Talking after lights out. Being a few SECONDS late for class. Skipping church parade. The really naughty thinks we got up to mostly went unpunished as we did not get caught.
What really naughty things?
Picking the lock on the headmasters study door, and the staff room door, so we could gain entry for a nose around and recover our confiscated books and radios that were taken off us for using them after lights out.
Blowing up the cricket pitch with a home made model rocket. (That was an accident, it should have soared into the sky, not whizzed along the ground spurting it’s fuel of weedkiller and sugar until it hit a post protecting the cricket square where it split in two and dug a huge divot out of the pitch.)
Putting sugar in a teacher’s car petrol tank in the hope it would wreck the engine. (That did not work so we slashed his tyres instead a few weeks later!)(A particularly nasty, sadistic teacher who I now realise was also a pedophile.) But I digress, and maybe get a little bit bitter and twisted …
I can quite see why the school room provides such a rich role play experience. It’s one of the few fantasies that is based on fact. School kids really were spanked. The kinky school scenes that I have seen are very close to the reality. Only the pupils are are a bit older than I remember. And prettier.
