Imagining the reformatory

Sunday morning, lazing in bed. Our talk turned to reformatories.
On their admission, I suggested, the girls would be lined up facing the wall, hands on heads, and ordered to remain silent. One of their number would be selected by an officer and taken into the adjoining room; the door would be shut firmly behind.
The remaining […]

Imagining the reformatory

Sunday morning, lazing in bed. Our talk turned to reformatories.
On their admission, I suggested, the girls would be lined up facing the wall, hands on heads, and ordered to remain silent. One of their number would be selected by an officer and taken into the adjoining room; the door would be shut firmly behind.
The remaining […]

Abel’s Spanking Stories have a new home

As Abel has written before, his old story site is getting evicted because of the closure of Geocities. To give them a home while our new story site is being built* I have moved the site as was to our own domain.
Thus I give you Abel’s Spanking Stories at their new (temporary) home.
If you had […]

The expanding circle

Jessica posted a rather miserable-sounding account last week on her blog, in which she described having had get-togethers cancelled by friends who prefer to meet up with newer folks in the scene. Being lucky enough to know her, and to have enjoyed many lovely scenes with her in different forms over the years, it set […]

Choosing a spanking chair

This photo of two chairs appeared in the Observer recently: the left-hand one is a design from 1855, and the right-hand one is an update of the old design for a contemporary market.
Now, I wonder, which would be better for spanking?
I daresay, for OTK spankings and for bending down with your hands on the seat […]

Schiphol to spanking, via cheese

I bought some lovely cheese at Schiphol airport last week, and we duly tucked into it for dinner a couple of nights back, along with some freshly-baked bread. Now, as I’ve said here before, strong cheese is a reliable way for me to ensure that vivid dreams follow, and I wasn’t disappointed.
First up: I was […]

The strict choirmaster

With Abel being away for a few days, I can watch girly TV, and so I indulged myself with “The Choir” on BBC1. In this programme, a handsome young man tries to build a community choir in a run-down south-eastern town.
Now, I loved singing in a choir when I was at school, but we never […]

Perving at passers-by

We walked past an especially cute young lady in Oxford last weekend, who spoiled her good looks with an excessive amount of makeup. I commented to Haron on my recommended solution: “Strip, scrub, spank”.
“Who are you calling a stripper,” my wife replied with a giggle.
“Well, who are you calling a scrubber?” We paused for a […]

A modern pillory

I caught this photo in the Sunday paper last week: apparently, the guy’s wife has a wicked sense of justice. Or humour? One of those:

Of course, in my mind, the sign could be modified in something like “I cheated in my test”, and given to naughty college students to wear for a particular stretch of […]

A governess or a tutor?

There are days when a girl just needs some help with her work. I’m incredibly busy just now, and as I split various assignments into pieces of “homework”, I imagine having a strict person who would sit next to me as I work, pointing out mistakes, praising good work, an giving me an occassional smack […]

Images of Lowewood

The online spanking soap opera that was Lowewood Academy may have bowed out to a graceful end, but its real-life counterpart is still very much alive. Thus it was that the Reverend Jenkins found himself putting on his vicar’s dog collar on Saturday morning, and heading off for a day’s teaching and whacking.
No doubt others […]

1912 birchings

A quite fascinating publication popped up on one of my occasional Google searches for interesting articles. “Justice and the Child” by Douglas Pepler was published in London in 1915; the section of particular interest concerned sentencing of young offenders.
“The record,” the author explained, “will show that the magistrates are lenient in the county of […]

The ritual of getting ready

We’re about to set off for a day of school play at the Lowewood Academy. This is a familiar road, and we’ve travelled along it many times, but I’m jumping with anticipation. Today in particular I’m anxious to go back to school, because September is very much a back-to-school time for me. Like an itch […]

The dorm inspection

It was a dark, wet, windy morning… Walking through deserted streets to the local train station at 5.30am yesterday really was a miserable experience. Not a light in a single window; it really did seem as though I was the only person awake at such an ungodly hour.
To cheer myself up, my crook-handled umbrella […]

In and out of control

Emma-Jane posted an interesting entry about a scene that didn’t quite work out for her. After thinking about it, she realised that the reason for it was that she couldn’t quite let go of control as she played:
Having taken a step back now I realise I was not at all open over the weekend. I […]