Here's an idea about a scenario which I hope is in the spirit of Fessee and Paula Meadows in their time and consistent with details in the sketch. Fessee was never my favourite fantasy fodder but here goes anyway.
We are at the Sir Oswald Tibbs Grammar School for Girls. This is Room C of The Annex, a building which is largely disused these days, located in a remote part of the school grounds but with a pathway winding directly to it from the back door of the Headmaster's rooms, past the fifth-form dorm blocks and the sports fields. It is the stuff of schoolgirl legend that in bygone days, when the practice of corporal punishment on pupils was still lawful, the incumbent Headmaster and his predecessors used regularly to march their pick of senior girls to Room C for disciplinary P.E. sessions. But who is the young woman bent over a gymnasium horse and taking a caning from the Headmaster in this musty old room today, dressed only in sexy lingerie and with her St Oswalds school uniform strewn over the bench and a satchel on the floor, containing an unsatisfactory 5C report? Not a fifth-former, surely. Nor even a sixth former. This is, in fact, the Headmaster's secretary. She borrows the uniform from an unwisely chosen confidante in the senior school - a girl whose sexy figure and interest in corporal punishment match the secretary's own but who actually has difficulty keeping secrets and is, indeed, the source of recent rumours in the dorms about what goes on here. As for the school report in the satchel this is, in fact, a document that the secretary has borrowed from her office - from a filing cabinet of copies of recent fifth-form reports - chosen because its grades and comments are especially poor. For some weeks now, the Head and his secretary have been slipping out to The Annex on Fridays, in the late afternoon at the end of a stressful week, to enact this role-play ritual. Betsy, Millie and Pru, looking excitedly through the grubby old window, now know that all the rumours are true.
Here's an idea about a scenario which I hope is in the spirit of Fessee and Paula Meadows in their time and consistent with details in the sketch. Fessee was never my favourite fantasy fodder but here goes anyway.
ReplyDeleteWe are at the Sir Oswald Tibbs Grammar School for Girls. This is Room C of The Annex, a building which is largely disused these days, located in a remote part of the school grounds but with a pathway winding directly to it from the back door of the Headmaster's rooms, past the fifth-form dorm blocks and the sports fields. It is the stuff of schoolgirl legend that in bygone days, when the practice of corporal punishment on pupils was still lawful, the incumbent Headmaster and his predecessors used regularly to march their pick of senior girls to Room C for disciplinary P.E. sessions. But who is the young woman bent over a gymnasium horse and taking a caning from the Headmaster in this musty old room today, dressed only in sexy lingerie and with her St Oswalds school uniform strewn over the bench and a satchel on the floor, containing an unsatisfactory 5C report? Not a fifth-former, surely. Nor even a sixth former. This is, in fact, the Headmaster's secretary. She borrows the uniform from an unwisely chosen confidante in the senior school - a girl whose sexy figure and interest in corporal punishment match the secretary's own but who actually has difficulty keeping secrets and is, indeed, the source of recent rumours in the dorms about what goes on here. As for the school report in the satchel this is, in fact, a document that the secretary has borrowed from her office - from a filing cabinet of copies of recent fifth-form reports - chosen because its grades and comments are especially poor. For some weeks now, the Head and his secretary have been slipping out to The Annex on Fridays, in the late afternoon at the end of a stressful week, to enact this role-play ritual. Betsy, Millie and Pru, looking excitedly through the grubby old window, now know that all the rumours are true.