In Detention

No sir, look!  I know it looks a bit short but it does pass the fingertip test, sir!  See, sir?  So there’s no need to skirt me or put me on report, sir!

No sir, look!  I know it looks a bit short but it does pass the fingertip test, sir!  See, sir?  So there’s no need to skirt me or put me on report, sir!

Well sir … I have been an awfully naughty girl, sir …

Well sir … I have been an awfully naughty girl, sir …

Please don’t let him lift my skirt, please don’t let him lift my skirt, please don’t let him lift my skirt, please don’t let him lift my skirt „,

Please don’t let him lift my skirt, please don’t let him lift my skirt, please don’t let him lift my skirt, please don’t let him lift my skirt „,

(Source: thepenitents, via disciplineinthehomeandschool)

And - wait a minute, no!  Get back down across the table, Rebecca.  I’m going to give you another three for those shoes.  When will you girls ever learn to obey the simplest uniform rules?

And - wait a minute, no!  Get back down across the table, Rebecca.  I’m going to give you another three for those shoes.  When will you girls ever learn to obey the simplest uniform rules?

Finally getting through to you girl, am I?

Finally getting through to you girl, am I?

Leaving aside the grammatical inaccuracy of the wording (surely a girl is … ahem … “in” detention rather than “under” it … there is something delicious about the idea of being sent out in public, in school uniform, wearing a sign which basically says “I’ve been naughty and am being punished”.  Oooooohhhh.  What sign would you send me out in public with, and what would I have to be wearing while carrying it?
K8ie xx

Leaving aside the grammatical inaccuracy of the wording (surely a girl is … ahem … “in” detention rather than “under” it … there is something delicious about the idea of being sent out in public, in school uniform, wearing a sign which basically says “I’ve been naughty and am being punished”.  Oooooohhhh.  What sign would you send me out in public with, and what would I have to be wearing while carrying it?

K8ie xx

I’m not sure I liked the look of Nicola, my new babysitter.  Plus I knew her from school; she was a prefect and had a reputation as a stickler for discipline.  Despite her sickly smile I knew I was in for a difficult evening.  I’d be lowering myself across those knees before bedtime; I was sure of that.

I’m not sure I liked the look of Nicola, my new babysitter.  Plus I knew her from school; she was a prefect and had a reputation as a stickler for discipline.  Despite her sickly smile I knew I was in for a difficult evening.  I’d be lowering myself across those knees before bedtime; I was sure of that.

"A pair of shorts is more practical than a skirt, assists its wearer in retaining her modesty and as such is an appropriate component of classroom uniform for both junior and senior girls."
Discuss.
K8ie xx
(I’d never be allowed to wear them as part of my uniform) xx

"A pair of shorts is more practical than a skirt, assists its wearer in retaining her modesty and as such is an appropriate component of classroom uniform for both junior and senior girls."

Discuss.

K8ie xx

(I’d never be allowed to wear them as part of my uniform) xx

Yes, I’m going to punish you right here in front of everybody!  You were rude and disrespectful right here in front of everybody, weren’t you?  Don’t look so outraged, Lola - you’ve had this coming for a while!  Three on each hand - come on, girl - get your hands out of your pockets!

Yes, I’m going to punish you right here in front of everybody!  You were rude and disrespectful right here in front of everybody, weren’t you?  Don’t look so outraged, Lola - you’ve had this coming for a while!  Three on each hand - come on, girl - get your hands out of your pockets!

It was going to be a long, uncomfortable weekend for Alison and Morgan. They’d eaten breakfast in silence; shuffling awkwardly on bottoms which must still have been raging from the sound spankings which had preceded their early bedtime yesterday.  They’d fiddled with their ties and pulled at their socks; embarrassed at the formality of full school uniform on a Saturday.  They had a weekend of lectures, scoldings and punishments to look forward to.  They would be writing lines in silence while their friends were out at play.  There would be time spent standing in the corner and sitting on the naughty step.  They’d be sent to bed early again tonight, no doubt with a pair of freshly-smacked bottoms.  And the embarrassment of these horrible uniforms all weekend! , Poor Morgan had already incurred his displeasure by arriving three minutes late for breakfast; a swift skirting had ensued, followed by a sharp spanking expertly delivered to the sobbing girl’s calves and the backs of her thighs.  Alison sat still.  She shuddered and tried to block out the sound of her sister crying in the kitchen; she had been sent in disgrace to wash up.  It was only a matter of time before she herself would be unzipping and stepping out of her own school skirt and offering up her legs or bottom for punishment.  What a horrible weekend it was going to be.

It was going to be a long, uncomfortable weekend for Alison and Morgan. They’d eaten breakfast in silence; shuffling awkwardly on bottoms which must still have been raging from the sound spankings which had preceded their early bedtime yesterday.  They’d fiddled with their ties and pulled at their socks; embarrassed at the formality of full school uniform on a Saturday.  They had a weekend of lectures, scoldings and punishments to look forward to.  They would be writing lines in silence while their friends were out at play.  There would be time spent standing in the corner and sitting on the naughty step.  They’d be sent to bed early again tonight, no doubt with a pair of freshly-smacked bottoms.  And the embarrassment of these horrible uniforms all weekend! , Poor Morgan had already incurred his displeasure by arriving three minutes late for breakfast; a swift skirting had ensued, followed by a sharp spanking expertly delivered to the sobbing girl’s calves and the backs of her thighs.  Alison sat still.  She shuddered and tried to block out the sound of her sister crying in the kitchen; she had been sent in disgrace to wash up.  It was only a matter of time before she herself would be unzipping and stepping out of her own school skirt and offering up her legs or bottom for punishment.  What a horrible weekend it was going to be.