Long, long Friday afternoons in detention…
So, it has begun.
After more than two decades, (and in fairness closer to 3), of evading detention in favour of a fine sports career, I find myself voluntarily attending a weekly det.
What inspired this bout of early-onset madness you ask?
A deep desire to not let my hard-won French vocabulary slide any further in the wrong direction.
It’s awful to watch something you’ve worked hard for degenerate but stopping the rot and changing direction takes rather a lot of energy and as my work relies on my communication skills in my native language, (not French), ‘priority’ is a bit of a devilish word.
Work has to come first; it is my number one priority for two reasons:
It’s my life’s mission (I found a way to align my work with my core beliefs)
It pays my HoH’s not insignificant bar bills!!!
However, I simply cannot bear to see all that I worked hard for in my ‘free-time’ go to waste and so I (eventually) volunteered for a weekly French detention.
Professional disciplinarians who also teach French are about as rare as rocking horse poo (let alone a man who is at least ‘good’ at both!)
Hence, my priority was to find a great professional disciplinarian who would be happy and willing to conduct a weekly detention so that I can ‘self-coach’ my French at least back to where it ought to be.
Mon Prof has furnished me with skills enough to develop my own; reading, pronunciation, vocabulary and knowledge and usage of tables of conjugated verbs.
I wouldn’t like to have to teach myself any further grammar but that can wait, for now, I have plenty of work to be getting on with and I am now so very grateful for the tuition that I have received. This arrangement would simply not have been possible without it.
In short, I’m in good shape to continue my studies alone for the time being and all I really needed was someone outside of the household to oversee the operation.
After knocking up a very (very) short list of gentlemen whom I consider to be genuine disciplinarians and who are currently ‘active’ - rare as hen’s teeth these days - I submitted a polite request and I am delighted to be able to tell you that Mr. Thomas (https://twitter.com/StrictKC on Twitter) is the incumbent Detention Super(visor).
Poor man.
No, I’ve actually gotten off to an okay start, I think, at least I haven’t yet been in any trouble at all which is a personal best for me with a ‘new’ disciplinarian.
Framing French Friday as a ‘detention’ has brought with it its own power.
Because I have set myself already on the back foot - given I’m attending detention and not say a ‘study session’ - I haven’t felt the need to test any boundaries. Yet.
This is very much tied up with my attitude towards correction.
My basic premise is thus; I will tolerate any correction given without argument, comment or resistance; immediately, completely and willingly (to cite Mon Prof).
Why? Because I know it’s good for me. A necessary part of keeping my character in balance. It’s exceptionally good for me, in fact.
If, however, after the punishment is long over, I think a genuine injustice has been done, I may politely raise it with said disciplinarian at a later date (and at an appropriate time). I must stress here that I would only ever do this if I was absolutely certain that I had not in actual fact been at fault for any of it.
Speaking honestly, this has happened only twice in almost 13 years and both occasions were with my HoH - sparkling record he has there, no? (Given he lives full time with me, I’d say it was nothing short of miraculous!)
I find; the longer I think I about what I did/did not do, the more I realise my own short-comings. Just saying.
Anyway, so far, I’ve had no issues with; time-keeping, homework submission, politeness or anything else for that matter. Shocking, I know!
As I already consider that I am in trouble - detention - I haven’t needed to create any!
Marvellous.
Another helping hand comes from the time zone differences. Sir is based in the US and I am in France/United Kingdom.
Traditionally French Friday would take place on a Friday morning here in ‘Europe’ as the Americans like to classify us. However, to Mr. Thomas, Friday morning is late on a Friday afternoon to me.
So 10:30 am in the US makes it 17:30 here, add 90-minutes of detention and you get 19:00!!!
19:00 on a Friday is going out time, or date night or time to watch a movie, right?
The thought of being kept longer in detention on what is effectively my Friday night (my only true night off as I work a 6-day week) is monstrous!
Keeping my ducks in a row has seldom been easier!
I must also add that Mr. Thomas’ calm, controlled demeaner is a strong contributory factor to my staying out of trouble. He’s kind, articulate, engaging and assures me he can be cruel when necessary - I don’t doubt him.
His confident and affable nature make me want to mess about far less than usual, it is almost as though I know I would feel too guilty if I bratted him for the sake of it.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE to brat from time-to-time and challenging authority is what I was put on this earth to do.
However, the combination of Mr. Thomas’ cool, calm and collected character and the fact that I am already in detention (not to mention the fact that it encroaches on my Friday nights) have made for a most harmonious arrangement.
I wonder how long the harmony shall last?
Best (s)Wishes,
Jacqui James
Live-Lash-Love
https://jacquijames.substack.com/
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For me, sometimes witholding my testing yields a bigger kerfuffle later.
Good luck to your nates and your new Top's temperament.
It's usually after I praise a Top that they misbehave. Watch out for his naughtiness.
And, congratulations on finding a new Top!!!