janeyruth
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A new Butch RP I'm thinking of starting...
At an exclusive all-women's college in Somerset...
***I, Miss Juliet Tung, 35 (born in England, father Chinese, mother Italian), have recently been appointed head of English and am settling into life at Somerset - a far cry from the inner-city institution from which I'd recently been dismissed (although the administration had been good enough to allow me to quietly resign and avoid scandal)***
The change in setting could not have been in starker contrast to Islington where I'd recently taught Art & History. Farnsham College in Somerset, a sprawling late Georgian pile, had been built on the wealth of its philanthropist founder, the noted feminist writer, Mary Wells-Bryce and, having at its core a sense of academic and artistic achievement, it nevertheless carried with it a spirit of freedom and joy that was evident amongst the five hundred or so undergraduate women from the first moment I stepped through the huge oak entrance doors and was welcomed by a beaming Dean of Students, Miss Veronica Bennett.
'We're delighted to have you here,' Enthused the surprisingly young Ms Bennett who I'd placed at just over forty - yet from our correspondance I had assumed to be much older.
'I trust your journey was comfortable?" As she spoke, her arm rested on the small of my back and I waited for her to lead the way, yet instead we stood there, unmoving, as she delivered what I took to be the standard introductory speech for all new, fresh-faced and slightly nervous young professors. Her words, however, were somewhat lost on me; it surely wasn't all my imagination that her hand, not a moment before resting in a warmly formal greeting on the small of my back, had changed its angle from the horizontal to one of ninety degrees. Her fingers had seemed to settle, non-threateningly, yet oh-so definitely, on the upper part of my buttocks. At the precise moment I could feel my confusion and nervousness rise to the surface - and possibly embarrass myself utterly - she gave my rear a gentle pat and marched forth down the Italian marbled hall as I followed, my composure slowly returning, as she chimed radiantly that all who came into these venerated walls were indeed blessed by God. As I stared after her I also made an inner note that the middle-aged Ms Bennett had certainly been blessed by God. Her long shapely legs almost seemed to glide down the narrow passageways that led off here and there and the roll of her hips took more of my attention than the beautiful oak panels we passed by.
I hoped my own slim figure would be preserved over the years by the gods of Farnsham - and that perhaps also the recent past, including my sad, regretful “indiscretion” with young Alyssa Brinker, would be laid to rest and buried beneath pastures anew. Memories of the place from which I'd fled and the near-disaster that was narrowly averted, came rolling back to me but my wandering mind was brought to a halt - just in time - as Ms Bennett swung open a classroom door and gestured for me to enter.
'Ladies. And Miss Elliot,' I heard her voice say to the Professor at the chalkboard, 'Just popping in for a bit to introduce Miss Juliet Tung. I want you to say a very warm welcome to our new head of English, Miss Tung.'
Swallowing my first-day nerves I moved two steps forward as the class of fresh-faced 18 and 19-year-olds unisoned their greeting: 'Hello, Miss Tung' and this somehow put me at my ease. I smiled and nodded to the twenty or so women seated there.
And as my gaze moved around the room, taking a mental register of the staring women, my heart skipped a beat and time froze as it does when one falls from a great height - which, in retrospect, I was. Of course, it couldn't be Regina - that was impossible; she was many miles behind me now, yet out of all the faces that eyed me with that intense curiosity, one eclipsed all the others. It took every ounce of willpower to wrench myself back to the situation in hand and the voice of Ms Bennett.
As we left the classroom, my heart became a kettle drum whose thunderous crashes must surely be audible to everyone. I couldn't help but turn back to the women as I slowly closed the door behind me. All had settled back to attentiveness to the teacher calling out equations to the sound of scraping chalk, but one had not. And it was then that I KNEW it was Regina. Our eyes locked for the briefest of moments - a moment that bespoke volumes more than anything I had heard since I had arrived at the school.
As I continued my guided tour it was as if everything and everyone I met along the way were coming from a far-off place. I had no thoughts other than the vision that had just presented itself before me. I thought of the next day - of my first day with my new charges. I was terrified and excited in equal measure and as I was shown into my new lodgings - a shared room with another unmarried professor - my only thought was to run back to London as fast as my legs could carry me.
Instead, I unpacked, laid out my clothes neatly and took from a discreet compartment the photograph that would remain with me until the day I died. Huge brown eyes looked back at me and, as ever when I gazed at Alyssa's portrait, her expression seemed to say something to my heart. This afternoon, it simply said: "Hello again. I miss you."
In the end, I resolved to stay. To see what this new world had in store for me. To see if I had truly been blessed by God - or had become the Devil's own plaything.
**** Need three women to start off:
1 - Juliet Tung.
2 – Regina Ann Valkyrie, 19, This is her first term at Farnsham. Philosophy major/Economics minor. It was she who was Alyssa Brinker's secret lover at Islington. It was she who reported Juliet to the Dean.
3 – Miss Wendy Stocks, 28, an aggressive butch. Professor of Physical Education. An excellent footballer (soccer) and field hockey player. She and Juliet will share lodgings. She has a predatory nature with reference to her students. She likes rough sex. A strict disciplinarian. A good coach.
As we develop it, More roles could be added....Alyssa, Ms Bennett, one or two of the players Wendy's coaching, a student who has a crush on Juliet, etc...
At an exclusive all-women's college in Somerset...
***I, Miss Juliet Tung, 35 (born in England, father Chinese, mother Italian), have recently been appointed head of English and am settling into life at Somerset - a far cry from the inner-city institution from which I'd recently been dismissed (although the administration had been good enough to allow me to quietly resign and avoid scandal)***
The change in setting could not have been in starker contrast to Islington where I'd recently taught Art & History. Farnsham College in Somerset, a sprawling late Georgian pile, had been built on the wealth of its philanthropist founder, the noted feminist writer, Mary Wells-Bryce and, having at its core a sense of academic and artistic achievement, it nevertheless carried with it a spirit of freedom and joy that was evident amongst the five hundred or so undergraduate women from the first moment I stepped through the huge oak entrance doors and was welcomed by a beaming Dean of Students, Miss Veronica Bennett.
'We're delighted to have you here,' Enthused the surprisingly young Ms Bennett who I'd placed at just over forty - yet from our correspondance I had assumed to be much older.
'I trust your journey was comfortable?" As she spoke, her arm rested on the small of my back and I waited for her to lead the way, yet instead we stood there, unmoving, as she delivered what I took to be the standard introductory speech for all new, fresh-faced and slightly nervous young professors. Her words, however, were somewhat lost on me; it surely wasn't all my imagination that her hand, not a moment before resting in a warmly formal greeting on the small of my back, had changed its angle from the horizontal to one of ninety degrees. Her fingers had seemed to settle, non-threateningly, yet oh-so definitely, on the upper part of my buttocks. At the precise moment I could feel my confusion and nervousness rise to the surface - and possibly embarrass myself utterly - she gave my rear a gentle pat and marched forth down the Italian marbled hall as I followed, my composure slowly returning, as she chimed radiantly that all who came into these venerated walls were indeed blessed by God. As I stared after her I also made an inner note that the middle-aged Ms Bennett had certainly been blessed by God. Her long shapely legs almost seemed to glide down the narrow passageways that led off here and there and the roll of her hips took more of my attention than the beautiful oak panels we passed by.
I hoped my own slim figure would be preserved over the years by the gods of Farnsham - and that perhaps also the recent past, including my sad, regretful “indiscretion” with young Alyssa Brinker, would be laid to rest and buried beneath pastures anew. Memories of the place from which I'd fled and the near-disaster that was narrowly averted, came rolling back to me but my wandering mind was brought to a halt - just in time - as Ms Bennett swung open a classroom door and gestured for me to enter.
'Ladies. And Miss Elliot,' I heard her voice say to the Professor at the chalkboard, 'Just popping in for a bit to introduce Miss Juliet Tung. I want you to say a very warm welcome to our new head of English, Miss Tung.'
Swallowing my first-day nerves I moved two steps forward as the class of fresh-faced 18 and 19-year-olds unisoned their greeting: 'Hello, Miss Tung' and this somehow put me at my ease. I smiled and nodded to the twenty or so women seated there.
And as my gaze moved around the room, taking a mental register of the staring women, my heart skipped a beat and time froze as it does when one falls from a great height - which, in retrospect, I was. Of course, it couldn't be Regina - that was impossible; she was many miles behind me now, yet out of all the faces that eyed me with that intense curiosity, one eclipsed all the others. It took every ounce of willpower to wrench myself back to the situation in hand and the voice of Ms Bennett.
As we left the classroom, my heart became a kettle drum whose thunderous crashes must surely be audible to everyone. I couldn't help but turn back to the women as I slowly closed the door behind me. All had settled back to attentiveness to the teacher calling out equations to the sound of scraping chalk, but one had not. And it was then that I KNEW it was Regina. Our eyes locked for the briefest of moments - a moment that bespoke volumes more than anything I had heard since I had arrived at the school.
As I continued my guided tour it was as if everything and everyone I met along the way were coming from a far-off place. I had no thoughts other than the vision that had just presented itself before me. I thought of the next day - of my first day with my new charges. I was terrified and excited in equal measure and as I was shown into my new lodgings - a shared room with another unmarried professor - my only thought was to run back to London as fast as my legs could carry me.
Instead, I unpacked, laid out my clothes neatly and took from a discreet compartment the photograph that would remain with me until the day I died. Huge brown eyes looked back at me and, as ever when I gazed at Alyssa's portrait, her expression seemed to say something to my heart. This afternoon, it simply said: "Hello again. I miss you."
In the end, I resolved to stay. To see what this new world had in store for me. To see if I had truly been blessed by God - or had become the Devil's own plaything.
**** Need three women to start off:
1 - Juliet Tung.
2 – Regina Ann Valkyrie, 19, This is her first term at Farnsham. Philosophy major/Economics minor. It was she who was Alyssa Brinker's secret lover at Islington. It was she who reported Juliet to the Dean.
3 – Miss Wendy Stocks, 28, an aggressive butch. Professor of Physical Education. An excellent footballer (soccer) and field hockey player. She and Juliet will share lodgings. She has a predatory nature with reference to her students. She likes rough sex. A strict disciplinarian. A good coach.
As we develop it, More roles could be added....Alyssa, Ms Bennett, one or two of the players Wendy's coaching, a student who has a crush on Juliet, etc...
