Student Lounge

[Miss_Vivi]

Student Get away!

All loungers are considered within the student sphere, though only acceptance will lead to a recommendation. All are welcome to post here, and hang out IC.

Have fun!
Try to behave!
Or not. ​

 

[WolfGirl69]

I look around for a application. Im wearing a tight błack top and ripped jeans. My red boots going up to just before my knee.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Lesson #1 How to be a Brat

There is an fine line in being a brat. It's not all giggling, hiding things, running about to hide things, telling Daddy/Dom/Sir/Ma'am/Miss/Mommy no...okay that's a big part, but stick with me here. I promise I have a point.

Maybe.

Accepting that you're a Brat

The term is much maligned in our community. Dominants on high shaking their fists, growling some such nonsense about "being a real submissive" and other subbie types nodding their heads and whispering about "service". Especially when you're new this can be daunting. What's a brat to do?

Laugh at them.

Seriously, dommy types are created to pretend they know things. In this case they are wrong, but it's okay, cause it's cute and we can tell them that they are pretty.

Aren't you a pretty bossyface!

OMG... there is this new shiny...wait.. that's not right.. ah! Finding a Dommy type to entertain you.

There does exist a special kind of dommy type that happen to like brats. You're just gonna have to search a little. But be aware! They can tend to be bastard coated bastards about making you pay for what they view as your rule breaking. I say, of course, what they view, but in my view all brats are perfectly behaved little angels of awesome, but that's my definition.

Dommy types may laugh at our antics, but we want them to be strong either in voice or skill, because someone does need to be able to stop us when we are dashing out of the dungeon with their favorite toy. Which really isn't that big of a deal, and honestly, Daddy should have known better than to leave it out where I could find it and seriously I don't deserve any swats for this.

See?
Bastard.

Dommy types! A pro-tip!

Gray areas will always get you into trouble with your brat. Make your lines clear, consistent and always there.

Though I maintain, that a rule against sticking out your tongue should never be allowed. Cause that's like an Brat Olympic Sport, seriously. I'm going for the gold next year.

A time and a place for being a Brat.

In my mind, it's always!
There are a few times we do need to pay attention. I can't think of any right now, but I'm sure they exist.

Know your dommy type! It's important to know when to push them and when not to. (Hush. I promise I'm not going to let out the secret that we aren't always bratty and are in fact capable of listening when we really want to, but listening is a hard line and really if they wanted us to pay attention they'd dance for us when they tried to tell us the rules. Right?!)

Those pesky Rules

Break them.
Break all of them (except the ones that might get you hurt, cause that's not fun).
Accept that when you do that you're going to get into trouble.

Do it anyway.
Laugh when you do. And don't hesitate to call your dommy one names when you do. Getting into trouble is an art, and if you're going to do it and get into trouble make damn sure that it's worth every swat/line you have to write/pleading, begging word that has to be uttered during the punishment.

This is the best part of being a brat, finding that line and skipping past it with a snicker and a wave towards your dommy one, while they stand there shaking their heads and dreaming up new punishments, because the old ones no longer work.

Silly dommypantz thinking that would work.

Brattyness and school

Do try to remember that brats can and will be punished by the headmistress, so be prepared if you intend to break some rules during school.

 

[hastobedone]

James sat down on one of the couches in the lounge and rooted through his bag for the book he had borrowed from Ms Witch's impressive collection. He had just been to see Miss Fiana, the receptionist, to give her the note that the teacher had written about his accommodation.

With that out of mind, he opened up the book at the page he had marked with a scrap of paper and continued from where he had stopped. He was burning time, waiting for the clock to tick round until his second lesson with the delightful Miss Witch.

 

[thestruggle]

Having dressed and deeming herself fit for company once more, she slips into the student lounge, carrying a laptop case and a bottle of water. She settles herself down to prepare a few things, fingers tapping easily across keys.

Smiling, perhaps impishly.

 

[IvoryTigress]

Tucked away in a dark corner, shadows dancing across her, the Tigress sits. Her back to the corner, her hood up, a pen moves to fill the lines of a notebook resting against the knees she pulled close to her chest. She glances up at the woman who entered, lingering for just a moment before she looks down again, leaving her to the click of keys dominating the room.

 

[thestruggle]

She pauses in her typing, unscrews the cap of her water bottle and takes a drink. Her eyes slide over to the figure in the corner, and the side of her mouth hitches up. She hadn't expected anyone to be here: the school's been quiet lately. The cap is replaced on the bottle and the bottle is set aside. She tucks her feet up underneath her, tapping a few backspace strokes after she does so.

Hello. What are you working on back there?

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress doesn't respond at first, the pen never ceasing to move, a thought finished and scribbled. She raises her gaze then, finding the beauty before her. A soft, quiet smile touches her lips, switching her grip on the pen and resting her hand against the notebook.

A new and owed world for a friend...I've been lazy...I've explained to her that I suck because of this and so, I'm trying to make this world interested and worth the patience. Yourself?

 

[thestruggle]

She rubs her nose, looking thoughtful.

Lazy, hm? I hear that. It's been a lazy few weeks. Getting better though. I'm just working on an application... for a position, I guess.

A foot encased in a black ballet flat falls from the chair, traces a line on the floor.

Writing, then? Pen to paper?

Her fingers skip over a few keys, tapping out a rhythm and then pausing.

Find your muse?

 

[IvoryTigress]

More words spilled out of her pen, ears twitching as she listened to the friendly voice across the room, her mind efficiently multitasking. The strokes were hurried, messy, the Tigress afraid if she didn't rush to get them down, they would be lost as quickly as they had come. Later, once the words had poured out of her and left her empty, she would go back and rewrite. The handwriting would be neat, the content edited and checked over with a more careful eye.

I'm sure you'll get whatever job you are applying for, pretty lady. You are skilled in all that you do. Whoever it is will be lucky to have you. And my muse is never far away. She's just not as good at multitasking as I am. Sometimes, she needs me to pour out a scene so badly that she will not let me focus on the others that are constantly formed and either forgotten or written...Always pen and paper..

 

[thestruggle]

She blushes, her chinks tinted a delicate pink. A laugh.

Thank you for the vote of confidence. I'm flattered you think so, though time will tell. And I do know what you mean. Muses are flighty creatures. I'll let you seize yours.

Turning back to her work, she keeps writing, a smile still on her face--courtesy of the lovely Cat in the corner.

 

[IvoryTigress]

Finishes another paragraph or two before she closes the notebook, pulling it tightly to her chest. She stands, slowly, pulling her hood up.

I think she's finished with me for tonight. I apologize for having interrupted you. I'll leave you to your application. Unfortunately, work never lets me cater to my muse. Not the way I'd like to, anyway.

 

[thestruggle]

She leans back in her chair, studying the Cat as she makes ready to leave.

No interruptions, pretty lady. Just a little focused, is all. I wish you luck in your words. I'll see you around.

Another smile, rueful this time, as she waves, and watches the Tigress as she exits.