Summoned for a flogging

Sometimes Abel scares me. (In an exciting way.) Here, for instance, is a memento I found from one of our recent scenes:

We were just sitting at home one afternoon, when Abel called me from upstairs, and threw down a sealed envelope that contained the notice. I was feeling quite wimpy, but the spontaneity made me […]

the subtle approach

I ended up having to work late last night, so we passed the evening companionably, Tom with his book and me swearing at my computer and occasionally asking his advice. He was pretty tired, and didn’t even notice my ripped jeans until I absent-mindedly …

Pre-Raphaelite punishments

To the Royal Academy with Haron, to ogle at their John William Waterhouse exhibition – a collection of ‘erotica masking as serious art’ the likes of which I’ve not seen in a major gallery for many a year.
The paintings clearly made an impression, for two of Waterhouse’s works featured vividly in my dream the […]

torn jeans

For the last couple of days I’ve been wearing a kneelength wrap-around skirt over my jeans, and not just because I like the iridescent blue colour. Its primary purpose is to hide the enormous hole in the seat of my jeans. I have sewn up this hole a cou…

Being dropped in it

Two fellow bloggers have written posts that look at the same issue from opposite points of view, and, like Undecisive Dave from Fast Show I found myself agreeing with both of them. The issue is being dropped into trouble by your friends.
Jessica writes:
There’s something wrong about telling tales. I hardly ever do it, unless I […]

In with the New: Hay Fever Edition

Are you ready for something new? I hope so, because here comes another great collection of eleven new spanking-oriented blogs! I invite all MBS readers to check them out. If you find a post you like, I hope you will share your thoughts with the blog…

In the Headmaster’s study

Emma Jane’s been keeping her readers posted with some wonderful accounts of the scenes she and I played during my recent visit to Ireland. But I’m going to dive in and blog about the very first scene of the weekend – which, indeed, was the first role-playing scene we’d played together.
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“You wanted to see […]

In the Headmaster’s study

Emma Jane’s been keeping her readers posted with some wonderful accounts of the scenes she and I played during my recent visit to Ireland. But I’m going to dive in and blog about the very first scene of the weekend – which, indeed, was the first role-playing scene we’d played together.
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“You wanted to see […]

A dual purpose cane

We went to a county show the other week. Mainly to shop and eat, though I did enjoy looking at the horses. Abel had hoped for a new riding crop, but the crops on offer were either wimpy, or pink, or both.
(Though we did rather like the saddle-fitter’s stall, and had some thoughts on how […]

Recap: MBS Sunday Brunch for July 19

This was a somewhat unusual week for brunch. Rather than our traditional question, we considered a psychological model created by our friend, D. Here are your reactions.Anon VII: As far as it goes, I largely agree with it. I’d add another dimension t…

MBS Spanko Brunch #183

Welcome to our Midsummer Morning’s spanko brunch. I’m glad you chose to spend some time with us talking about this thing we do.This week’s topic arises from a conversation I had with a regular reader. D is interested in the psychology of spanking and…

Random snippets from real life

Sitting on a bus travelling into a city from the airport last week. The lass behind me comments to her boyfriend, “My friend Liz is a festival whore.”
Cue a confused look and a very long, very awkward silence, before:  “I don’t mean she goes there to work as a prostitute. Just that she loves festivals.”
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A […]

Advice

While I’ve been ill, and then somewhat housebound, so has the princess. This is not how she intended to spend her summer. Nor is it how I intended her to spend these days. I had worked - plotted - to have time to be out in the world with her this summe…

Dashing hero with a horse whip

We were sitting in a restaurant about 20 minutes from our house, when the skies opened, and the rain poured down in sheets. When we’d left the house, it was bright sunshine, so we had no umbrella, and I was wearing sandals.
I love summer rain, but Abel made a miserable face. I tried to cheer […]

Poll: MBS Links

As of the time of this writing, this blog has 282 links. That’s a lot by any measure. In the past, MBS readers indicated that they value the links and want me me to continue finding and adding new blogs. As you see, I have done so. Now I wonder if …