It’s no wonder that Reverend White is so well respected by his parishioners given his keen devotion to duty. Young Penny here has clearly suffered an admirably stern thrashing. I thoroughly approve of the Reverend’s practice of soundly chastising a girl’s legs all the way down to her calves. I wonder if the ruler or strap held by the pouting girl to the left is about to be handed to the Reverend to deliver a stinging finale to Penny’s discipline on an area so far unmarked. “Hands behind your neck Penny! Push your chest out!”
A feature of the parish church is that the choir stalls are raised up behind the Reverend which makes it difficult for him to keep an eye on the girls’ behaviour. Accordingly, certain elderly gentlemen members of the congregation have made it their business to have a quiet word with him after the service to report on any observed misconduct - fidgeting, chatting, eating sweets etc. It is notable that the girls dobbed in by these watchful gents tend to be among the most attractive members of the choir, and that an impartial observer might sometimes fail to notice any misbehaviour whatsoever on their part. Unbeknown to Penny it is often her uncle’s less than reliable reports which result in her joining the Reverend’s punishment line-up. Tonight, when uncle inspects her marks in her bedtime bath, he will surely be satisfied with the outcome and will confine himself to a vigorous hand spanking across damp and sore bottom and thighs. But, rest assured, it will only be a few days until uncle’s own cane is taken from its hook on Penny’s bedroom door. Discipline must be maintained in the home as well as in church…
Choirgirl Melissa (right) is frequently dobbed in by the elderly churchwarden, Mr Postlethwaite. During Sunday services he occupies the front pew, with a clear view of the choir stalls, especially so that he can keep a close eye on Melissa. If, as he reports, she's an inveterate fidget, this is only because she's continually and uncomfortably aware of his beady surveillance during services. Not that the Rev. White considers this an acceptable excuse for fidgeting. Nor her stepfather, for the matter of that - redoubtable chairman of the Parochial Church Council. Seated next to Melissa in the choir stalls is Chloe (left). In her case it's the retired organist, Mr Earnshaw, who takes it upon himself to maintain a close observation from the front pew. True, Mr Earnshaw's eyesight wasn't what it once was, but if he suspects Chloe of sucking sweets during the sermon he'll make straight for the vestry after the Blessing to say so. Her guardian, the Curate, is always as 'mortified' to learn of Chloe's misconduct as the Vicar himself. (A once fine organist, Mr Earnshaw can still swell with rapture from his vantage point in the front pew, as can his good friend Postlethwaite. Especially during a good soprano descant.) Knickers around ankles, Melissa and Chloe have had to watch Penny get hers. They'll be getting it next.
Bravo, gentlemen! What a comforting picture of a quiet little parish somewhere in rural England.
Melissa, on this particular Sunday, looks especially hard done by, having just been told by the Reverend that she is to receive a double dose. Twelve for fidgeting and twelve for looking up during prayers. This despite the fact that Mr Postlethwaite had offered to give her a glowing report in return for a few 'favours' after choir practice on Friday evening. She wonders who could have possibly dobbed her in today.
Great work again by Darcy. Added to by some superb addditional commentary by Colin and Uncle George. I always enjoy their comments ….i hope Darcy can draw inspiration for the next part of this series from either a blushes or roue photoset in which the miscreant was wearing a white frilly choristers collar. Does anyone recall it?
Thank you, Darcy. Most appealing. With the two clothed girls, knickers around ankles just beneath the hem of their long dresses is a nice touch.
ReplyDeleteIt’s no wonder that Reverend White is so well respected by his parishioners given his keen devotion to duty. Young Penny here has clearly suffered an admirably stern thrashing. I thoroughly approve of the Reverend’s practice of soundly chastising a girl’s legs all the way down to her calves. I wonder if the ruler or strap held by the pouting girl to the left is about to be handed to the Reverend to deliver a stinging finale to Penny’s discipline on an area so far unmarked. “Hands behind your neck Penny! Push your chest out!”
ReplyDeleteA feature of the parish church is that the choir stalls are raised up behind the Reverend which makes it difficult for him to keep an eye on the girls’ behaviour. Accordingly, certain elderly gentlemen members of the congregation have made it their business to have a quiet word with him after the service to report on any observed misconduct - fidgeting, chatting, eating sweets etc. It is notable that the girls dobbed in by these watchful gents tend to be among the most attractive members of the choir, and that an impartial observer might sometimes fail to notice any misbehaviour whatsoever on their part. Unbeknown to Penny it is often her uncle’s less than reliable reports which result in her joining the Reverend’s punishment line-up. Tonight, when uncle inspects her marks in her bedtime bath, he will surely be satisfied with the outcome and will confine himself to a vigorous hand spanking across damp and sore bottom and thighs. But, rest assured, it will only be a few days until uncle’s own cane is taken from its hook on Penny’s bedroom door. Discipline must be maintained in the home as well as in church…
Wonderful drawing Darcy, many thanks.
Choirgirl Melissa (right) is frequently dobbed in by the elderly churchwarden, Mr Postlethwaite. During Sunday services he occupies the front pew, with a clear view of the choir stalls, especially so that he can keep a close eye on Melissa. If, as he reports, she's an inveterate fidget, this is only because she's continually and uncomfortably aware of his beady surveillance during services. Not that the Rev. White considers this an acceptable excuse for fidgeting. Nor her stepfather, for the matter of that - redoubtable chairman of the Parochial Church Council. Seated next to Melissa in the choir stalls is Chloe (left). In her case it's the retired organist, Mr Earnshaw, who takes it upon himself to maintain a close observation from the front pew. True, Mr Earnshaw's eyesight wasn't what it once was, but if he suspects Chloe of sucking sweets during the sermon he'll make straight for the vestry after the Blessing to say so. Her guardian, the Curate, is always as 'mortified' to learn of Chloe's misconduct as the Vicar himself. (A once fine organist, Mr Earnshaw can still swell with rapture from his vantage point in the front pew, as can his good friend Postlethwaite. Especially during a good soprano descant.) Knickers around ankles, Melissa and Chloe have had to watch Penny get hers. They'll be getting it next.
ReplyDeleteI do like to think of such goings-on taking place within a nice, cosy Dad's Army type atmosphere. "It's what we're fighting for, Wilson!"
ReplyDeleteBravo, gentlemen! What a comforting picture of a quiet little parish somewhere in rural England.
ReplyDeleteMelissa, on this particular Sunday, looks especially hard done by, having just been told by the Reverend that she is to receive a double dose. Twelve for fidgeting and twelve for looking up during prayers. This despite the fact that Mr Postlethwaite had offered to give her a glowing report in return for a few 'favours' after choir practice on Friday evening. She wonders who could have possibly dobbed her in today.
Great work again by Darcy. Added to by some superb addditional commentary by Colin and Uncle George. I always enjoy their comments
ReplyDelete….i hope Darcy can draw inspiration for the next part of this series from either a blushes or roue photoset in which the miscreant was wearing a white frilly choristers collar. Does anyone recall it?