We had a Lowewood Academy day last week – you can read much better accounts of all the high jinks from Emma Jane and Eliane than I can write!
I had a slightly strange day. First of all the good bits. What did I like? I liked being with the group of girls and being…well…girly. I liked the jokes and the craic and the camaraderie. I enjoyed most of the lessons, even, for a wonder, physics! Delicious food and lots of chocolate – yum! Most of all, I liked laughing. You known when you laugh so hard you feel like you might actually wet yourself and the laughter endorphins make you all happy and smiley for hours afterwards!
Other parts of the day didn’t quite work for me. One thing I have learnt about Jessica as a schoolgirl character is that I quite like getting away with it – and even though the day is a spanking event, if I get through the whole day without being whacked, I feel really pleased with myself. Strange this one – most of the girls who go to Lowewood would be disappointed if they didn’t get any spanking at all! But at Lowewood – uniquely for me in play scenes – the CP is not the essential part for me. So when I got pink-slipped by Mr Shaftebotham, and punished for flashing in public (you can read about it here) – I felt really aggrieved, because I hadn’t flashed on purpose, in fact quite the opposite. Jessica did feel like spitting. Luckily, I only got spanked, because as Mr S raised the tawse behind me, the fire alarm went off, so I got to run out of the room. Well done that fire alarm!
The other strange thing was that for the first time at a Lowewood, I was very aware that I was not the object of attention for any of the teachers there – I’ve discussed earlier this week about being ‘shiny and new’ and I was very aware that unless I seriously played up and stuck a neon sign on my head saying ‘SPANK ME!’, none of them were going to go out of their way to do it, as the staff do tend to do with girls they really have the hots for and it was an unfortunate fact that none of the staff last week have the hots for me. So it wasn’t a question of being ignored exactly – but by not playing up, I didn’t really get noticed. Which felt odd. At one point (the teacher shall remain nameless), I was sending a text to a friend in class, quite openly at my desk and the teacher didn’t notice, and I realised it was because he was engrossed in teaching and in watching a couple of the other girls for misbehaviour. It made me feel bold – but at the same time, somewhat bereft….
The thing that really made my day was retaining my position as etiquette queen and coming top. There are a couple of other people snapping at my heels now and I have to work hard to keep my position. Luckily, Miss Cavendish rewarded me with points for coming top and I felt absurdly pleased when she smiled at me. It’s funny how something so small, such a tiny piece of praise, can make you feel a million dollars!
Jessica, so the day was, on the whole a success for you.
That is good, the amount of work that goes into it.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
If it’s any consolation, that whole “being ignored because you’re not top of their list” is pretty much the reason why I came very very close to asking if you had any spare spaces… that and the laughter thing!
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Still, lucky I didn’t, eh, else your position as etiquette queen would have definitely been in trouble. Hahahahahaha.
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@ Paul – you are quite right.
@ Maidie – you are always welcome and we will *always* have space for you. Even if I have to put Bex in a cupboard! When are we having that drink?
Jessica, I’m back from exile as of Tuesday night!!! Hurrah! Is there still a girls night out on Thursday? If so, then!
You’re so right– getting away with things is great fun. Getting away with things because nobody is paying attention to you takes all the fun out of it, especially if their attention is focused squarely elsewhere.
Big thanks, as I’ve already said to you, for organising the day. These are such wonderful events, and Haron and I always count ourselves blessed to be allowed to be part of the group.
There were aspects of the day, from a teacher’s perspective, that were much tougher than usual. With such a big group – and so many of the class determined to misbehave at once – it was really hard to keep control and to keep lessons on track. Indeed, it got to the point at the start of my second lesson when my threat to make everyone write lines instead of teaching what I’d prepared was quite genuine – simply because I wondered whether people would ever calm down and listen.
For the first time at a Lowewood, I really did feel I was losing control and had a few moments of real stress – especially since deliberate bratting doesn’t altogether ‘do it’ for my kink. When five or so girls are misbehaving simultaneously, added to times when not everyone wanted to join in all of the activities and numerous girls needing the bathroom (a request I am never going to decline, even if I strongly suspect their motives), I found it really tough to handle everything going on at once.
I actually returned to the staff room after my second lesson feeling really down, as if I’d failed with my lesson, expressing worries to my fellow teachers that you (and a couple of others) really didn’t seem to have enjoyed it. And it reminded me of my admiration for those who cope with being teachers in real life!
I think, from a schoolgirl-getting-away perspective, that you had the advantage in being hidden in the corner at the back of the class, furthest from the teacher and behind the main troublemakers. The disadvantage, from a wanting-to-play perspective, is that as a teacher I almost inevitably notice the louder interruptions and the stuff going on immediately in front of my eyes first, and – in trying to restore order – deal with those things first. I’m sure, on reflection, that I must have been guilty of that last Saturday, and I’m sorry if that ended up (quite unintentionally) leaving you feel ignored. I’d now guess the same held true for all of the back row, which adds to my sense that I didn’t actually play my role very well on the day.
PS I do hope that a girl will be dealt with at some point having confessed to such dastardly behaviour as texting in class
And now I can’t even type my name correctly, meaning the comment I just posted ended up in the moderation queue!
I don’t want to go in the cupboard
maybe maidie could sit on my lap -she is very little and could do all my work…
@Rebecca – don’t worry. We won’t really put you in the cupboard.
@Abel – Reverend Jenkins is one of the very best teachers are Lowewood and none of us thought for a minute that you ‘lost control’ in any way. I’ll admit to being monumentally embarrased by the PSE lesson, but you had eight delighted girls so one sulking in the corner shouldn’t matter! I love being on the back row and will happily miss out on CP for the pleasure of being in the back! And yes, we are a big group now – but Lowewood is very oversubscribed and we try to fit in as many as we can. Overall, it was a great day and I’m grateful to all the teachers who take time out to teach the naughty little monsters that we are!
How about if *I* put Rebecca in the cupboard? Would that work?
Just so jealous that you are all able to go, I miss it and am too far away at the moment! Can’t wait to see you soon.
xxx
I don’t think it would be easy to put me anywhere I didn’t want to go (thinks of last weekend and giggles…)