Nice work, Darcy. Looks like Girl 6 has been having an especially bad day. Nothing more infuriating than a 'butter fingers' ball girl! 3 and 4 probably need a bit more 'coaching' than they've had so far. One wonders about 2, 5, 7 and 8. Where are they? Naked, harangued and towel-whipped in the changing room by an irate instructor perhaps, or vigorously soaped and slapped in the shower after some indiscriminate caning, or bent over for a full-blooded plimsoll whacking as follow-up by a sweaty senior umpire?
I agree with you regarding 3 and 4, Culver, definitely they've had it too easy so far. Somehow, one can tell, even from just a rear view, that those two are the prettiest of the group, and so quite likely are being 'saved' for later. When the light has finally faded and the rest of the girls can go home, the ball girls' changing room is replete with the squeals of 3 and 4 and the resounding crack of the umpire's favourite cane on soft young buttocks. Some time later, a solitary girl slips quietly out, wiping tears away. In the changing room, the cane is now silent but there is still a good deal of squealing from the newly chosen 'senior ball-girl' as the umpire puts her through her paces.
As ever, opening the picture up in another window so that it can be expanded and studied in forensic detail reaps dividends. The tearful misery etched upon the features of the vanquished is a joy to behold. As for the stern, glowering, walrus moustachioed countenance of the cane bearing 'Umpire' - what an absolutely classic depiction of 'old school' authoritarianism. Just the type of fellow one would wish to see in charge of the errant young 'snowflake' ladies of today. His menacing presence alone would be enough to induce the screaming abdabs. Has a faint look of Rudyard Kipling and no doubt cut from similar unreconstitued and unabashedly reactionary, Victorian era cloth.
Nice work, Darcy. Looks like Girl 6 has been having an especially bad day. Nothing more infuriating than a 'butter fingers' ball girl! 3 and 4 probably need a bit more 'coaching' than they've had so far. One wonders about 2, 5, 7 and 8. Where are they? Naked, harangued and towel-whipped in the changing room by an irate instructor perhaps, or vigorously soaped and slapped in the shower after some indiscriminate caning, or bent over for a full-blooded plimsoll whacking as follow-up by a sweaty senior umpire?
ReplyDeleteI agree with you regarding 3 and 4, Culver, definitely they've had it too easy so far. Somehow, one can tell, even from just a rear view, that those two are the prettiest of the group, and so quite likely are being 'saved' for later. When the light has finally faded and the rest of the girls can go home, the ball girls' changing room is replete with the squeals of 3 and 4 and the resounding crack of the umpire's favourite cane on soft young buttocks. Some time later, a solitary girl slips quietly out, wiping tears away. In the changing room, the cane is now silent but there is still a good deal of squealing from the newly chosen 'senior ball-girl' as the umpire puts her through her paces.
DeleteAs ever, opening the picture up in another window so that it can be expanded and studied in forensic detail reaps dividends. The tearful misery etched upon the features of the vanquished is a joy to behold. As for the stern, glowering, walrus moustachioed countenance of the cane bearing 'Umpire' - what an absolutely classic depiction of 'old school' authoritarianism. Just the type of fellow one would wish to see in charge of the errant young 'snowflake' ladies of today. His menacing presence alone would be enough to induce the screaming abdabs. Has a faint look of Rudyard Kipling and no doubt cut from similar unreconstitued and unabashedly reactionary, Victorian era cloth.
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