I am in contemplation mode…Do I? Don’t I? Should I? Is it worth it? Who cares to read it anyway…Hm? Also. In what way do I tell this dramatic tale? In blog mode? In story mode ‘Show not tell’? I am aiming to write 1000 words each day & not stop for anything… To write this sorry tale it will have to be fantasy fiction & change all the names & places. So I don’t get sued for slander, lol…I want to balance the good with the bad, but better than the bad…Not this happened, that happened, he she said this that…Blah! Blah! Blah! I’d like to delve deep into the psyche of the characters in my story based on a true story… What if I changed it drastically…As in a tall muscular man in a suit. create a Christen Gr...
It is a beautiful early summer Sunday. I have been blogging, shopping, and returning to blog some more. Tomorrow I start writing my stories. 1000 words each day. Never! Ever! giving up. Never stopping. Imagine the results of my writing this time next year. How many novels will that be under my belt…6 books. Wow! It is easy to write 1000 words each day, but I need it to go somewhere other than random 1000 words. I need a storyline. So today is the planning day before I get underway…If I can shut up blogging for long enough to get it done… The characters are based on the younger me & the Dom I played with every other week for 7+ years. So my spanking experiences are many, plus my virtual, visual melodrama to help me sleep…Soo! much potential. Soo! much variety &am...
As a submissive in the scene. I chose to stay true to myself. Unfortunately, I was surrounded by people who wanted to make friends & socialise far more than play. I call it to play because it is playing to me. Though playing sounds wrong. I need a new word to describe what I was into…Not because I am still ‘playing’ but because I like to blog & ‘play’ conjures up a whole different meaning…Um! Though of course it shouldn’t, should it? If I was true to the scene…Or have I got that wrong as well? Also. Does it matter? No. Well yes! We had an interesting chat yesterday. Weboy & me. When he told me what he was doing on his site {Here} I was like ‘Wow!’ Really? Interesting! Then I got exactly what he was aiming for. Not aimi...
Its Saturday. Nowhere to go. Other than the settee with my coffee. Laptop at the ready to chillax & blog. All is calm with the world. My life is drama free. So why allow the drama of old into my mind…Hm? Perspective! The drama from the past I can use it as ‘conflict’ in my stories. Stories need conflict. Well, they don’t. If I choose not to add conflict to my stories that is my choice. I am going to, though & have lots of fun doing so. Of course, I need balance. Actually, I’d rather have 70% – 30%. Two-thirds are positive. One-third of ‘Conflict’ With a solution & happy ending… Anyway. The knuckling down. I start on Monday 5th June 2023. I write 1000 words each day for 10 days, to complete my first short story. First I will ...
I was struggling with all this Spankee stuff yesterday. So I took a break. The answer to this dilemma. If it could be construed that way? I find asking myself questions helps give me the answers I need. Sounds weird? Try it. You’ll be amazed at how smart you are, lol… Anyway. Where was I? Oh! Yeah!… Leave the old behind. As in going in the new ouch. As I said to my good friend weboy, yesterday… It’s like escaping an abuser, then going back time & time again, expecting them to have changed… This is me moving forward… I used my time to find out what I needed, what I truly wanted. The answer is ‘Change! Something weboy said got me thinking. He said he was going to stop at 40 {Or words to that effect} but now he has decided he is doing it for...
This is a CBT blog post…Aka cognitive behaviour therapy. I use memes and quotes a lot. There are many that I can read & they no longer apply because I have come so far. They help me see just how far I have come. Which fills me with a sense of accomplishment…Yay! Me! Here is one I just came across… This is a biggy…No more tears. No more depression. No more feelings of anger, frustration, blaming myself, and struggling with the fact that they are c**ts & I allowed their obnoxious behaviour…Years have gone by. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades even…have gone by & I healed myself… Damage? I suppose if what those types dumped on me, was made of paper. It would be a screwed up, torn, yellowed…You get the jist....
All schools have a school secretary, usually female, and sometimes rather attractive. At my school which happened to be a large comprehensive in London , the secretaries office was adjacent to the headmasters. Now I attended the school in the late sixties, when caning and slippering was the norm. For a senior boy as myself this was rather embarrassing if sent to the headmaster for discipline. Firstly having to report to a young lady only a few years older than me, who would then press an intercom to inform the headmaster of my presence. When inside she could quite clearly hear the swish thwack of a cane arriving at speed across a trousered bottom, and of course the accompanying yelp.On leaving his office red faced and desperately trying to avoid any eye contact, I would hurry past her, as ...
Has anyone any experience of this once popular but underestimated punishment ? From my experience the sting to the legs is “sharper” but more short lived. The optimum places to smack being the backs of the legs just above the knee and just below the bottom – would anyone agree ? —————————- Saw the just-above-the-knee many times by ratty parents in my childhood(I was born 1952) & in the class sometimes. Both boys & girls got it in about equal doses & apart from leaving a pretty visible mark as a potential deterrent, it generally hurt, from what I remember of the miscreant’s reactions! Tell you what, too, like boxing-the short-range smack, not the flailing long wallop, was more effective. Especially if delivered in the midst of a verbal dressing-down or fierce scolding-one to eac...
Did the deterrent value of corporal punishment wear off after you had been caned a couple of times? I was a nice boy who was never whacked and couldn’t really imagine what it was like. I wonder if I’d been given a couple of strokes early on, I would have said “Well, that hurt, but I survived, I shan’t worry so much about getting into trouble from now on.” Or would it have been more like “OMG! That was a hundred times worse than I thought! I’m never going to forget my homework again!” Also: in the bad old days when the cane was quite common, did your bottom or your hand get physically used to it? I once met a lad who went to school in Scotland where the belt on the hand (just one stroke at a time) was almost a daily part of life, so he said. He definitely had a patch of hard skin on his lef...
In the Book “The Best type of girl-a history of independent schools” by Gillian Avery 1991 Andre Deutsch describes the flogging of girls by birch at Cowan Bridge(aka Casterton School)where Charlotte Bronte’s sister was” birched “as well as younger girls. Also, a school called Greycoat Charity hospital where girls, as well as boys, were “constantly flogged” and it was so severe that riots occurred and the Matron was arrested(for flogging). This however appears to be the sole reference in 300 years to the flogging by birch of females in Great Britain!(in School).Not very encouraging to all those fantasists out there who imagine a somewhat more frequent scenario? ——————————– For a good 160 of your 300 years, girls were not educated at all. Even into the middle Victorian period ie 1850-1870, a...
First, let me say I have never been spanked and I still feel embarrassed that I enjoy this subject. I am not sure when my interest started but I remember seeing my friend get spanked by our teacher in junior school, must have been about 10. The thing that struck me was how embarrassed she was by it. When the teacher Miss Hopwood called her up to the front of the class for talking, she was counting on her fingers to show that rather than talking she had been counting! Miss Hopwood put her over her knee, lifted up her skirt and spanked her bottom really hard! When she stood up her face was red and for some reason, she continued counting on her fingers all the way back to her seat!In this school, I also saw a girl called Christine Brown bent over in the corridor and the headmistress had lifte...
My interests here derive from realism and two distinct school years in my schooling. We had one school year when an overwhelming percentage of the total school paddlings (including mine) occurred. Lot of reasons for that. But, the other year that was memorable was what you reference here. At an earlier age, we had a teacher who was very serious about homework. She kept telling us that not turning it in was unacceptable. One day, she called each kid who had not turned in the assignment to front of class. She sat in her chair and they lined up to her right (our left). She took each one to her side, asked why homework was not done. Each kid shrugged and was immediately over her knee for 5/6 spanks over clothes. Not terribly h...