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The Academy

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How about this for a door, passed on a stroll through Bloomsbury recently:

See above the door? ‘The Academy’. Plain and simple. No need for extra detail – the girls sent there for education (and, perhaps, reform) would know all about it. “If that caning doesn’t teach you a lesson, I’ll send you to The Academy”, perhaps?

(Actually, it’s a hotel. And, having stayed there a few years ago, a rather disappointing one. But there’s no hint of that from the outside…!)

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Scolding the corridor girls

Four hours’ sleep after a manic couple of days at work, including a late-night report to complete. A flight across the Atlantic. Straight into discussions and projects with my business partner in NYC. On to dinner – via an agreeable (if snowy) diversion to a Barnes & Noble. Back to my hotel. Managing to stay awake until 9.30pm – the middle of the night back home – then crashing into the deepest sleep.

Plenty of experience tells me that I’m not great with jetlag on my first two nights on foreign shores in different time zones. So to be woken [...]

School sports

My mental storylines about girls being punished after school sports have always involve them being wet, bedraggled, muddy. Think rugby, cross-country running… Think supervised showers, followed by sound whackings in the changing rooms with the sports master’s plimsoll.

A long walk in sub-zero temperatures the other day provoked a different idea. Girls in short hockey skirts, freezing in the wind on a sub-zero day. Made to stand with hands on head in the dressing room at the end of the game. Caned on their ever-so-cold thighs. And then sent to strip and shower.

I’m wondering, though, about the effectivenss of [...]

The price of admission

Walking through the centre of Utrecht – one of my very favourite cities – late on Monday night, I spied an interesting sight.

Old, traditional building. Wood-panelled dining room. Candles on the tables. Gentlemen, all in their 60s or older, all wearing black tie. Glasses of wine being sipped, at the end of dinner.

The scene was set, it seemed, for the evening’s entertainment. The young ladies would be brought in, in black corsets and matching stockings – for the provision of a suitable girl would be the admission price for each of the society’s members.

Lots would be drawn, [...]

The mass caning

I did a bad, bad thing flying back from Schiphol last week: I went into McDonald’s. My excuse? A quiet place to sit; power sockets to recharge my phone; a dire need for an energy kick from a McFlurry to keep me awake til my flight.

The seating area was host to a group of girls from a posh English school, all wearing matching tracksuits emblazoned with the school crest and name and the dates of their Dutch tour. They were in high spirits, but actually rather sweet.

Instead, I imagined a less well-behaved group disturbing their fellow diners, one [...]

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