For Whom the Bell Tolls

There once was a bright brass school bell

Whose clang could raise demons from hell.

At the sound of its chime

Classes started on time

On late students no others would tell.

 

But one day a bright student thought

And prayed that she would not get get caught

With a glance to the side

That bell she did hide

What trouble her actions had bought!

 

When classes were due to begin

The students assumed they would win.

There’d be no detention

For by school convention

That bell was the cue to come in.

 

The students let out a loud cheer

And some of them opened a beer,

For outside of school

And its no-drinking rule

They had no spankings to fear.

 

Two teachers had gone for a drink

Oh what would their students think!

When staff, too, were tardy

And perhaps foolhardy

As they from their duties did shrink.

 

When word of this reached the headmaster

He found one young lady and asked her

To return the school bell

Or she he’d expel

To avert any further disaster.

 

The young lady wisely kept mum;

The poor girl did fear for her bum!

The swish of the cane

Would lead to much pain

Regardless of the outcome.

 

The headmaster growled in frustration;

Late teachers were put on probation.

The students were told

To not be so bold

And that bell-theft did not mean vacation.

 

When he took up a cane in his fist

The students knew he, too, was pissed,

Though not from the sauce

But from the bell’s loss

And all were now on his hit list!

 

Written for the CLASS Ireland Limerick Virtual Event

 

Book of the Month: How to Think More about Sex by Alain de Botton

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Something different this month. Thus far, I’ve only been featuring erotic fiction. While there will still be plenty of that featured here, I’ve recently delved more deeply into non-fiction writing on spanking, BDSM, and sexuality more generally and will be featuring those books as well from time to time, starting with Alain do Botton’s How to Think More about Sex.

While the book is somewhat superficial in nature and prone to sweeping, not-necessarily-accurate statements, I still found some of the insights to be particularly thought-provoking, particularly those in the discussion around fetishes, boldness, and intimacy.

However, this was, to put it mildly, a challenging read. Leaving aside the ironies of an asexual reading a book about sex, I found myself fundamentally disagreeing with the author on several key issues.  (For regular readers here, I’d imagine you’d have a similarly intense reaction to chapter 4.) The points raised, however, are valid and delivered clearly and conversationally. Reading felt quite like a good debate in the pub (the glasses of wine I had while reading probably helped this mindset). Discussion would be intense but civil, and while neither of use would be persuaded to fully embrace the other’s conclusions, we’d both leave with a deeper understanding of the others perspective and reasoning, tempering our own views.

I also have to laugh at the fact that I could identify with both halves of each of the theoretical couples presented in the book. While I might not agree with the final conclusions proposed, the observations and suggestions along the way will doubtless prove useful for me as I navigate the world of D/s relationships and my local scene.

Available from The School of Life

 

Published in The Spanking Digest

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LSF have selected one of my stories for publication in Issue 14 of The Spanking Digest. The Spanking Dress was among the first stories I wrote, and still a personal favourite. I was thrilled to hear that it is now available in a new format.

From the publisher:

Celebrating diversity in spanking fiction, this issue of The Spanking Digest features the following stories:

A Good Report Well Received by Clifford Dorset: Miss Tempest submits a late report to Professor Meiklejohn, a man who thrives on punctuality. Although he is pleased with the content, he feels his personal assistant must be held accountable for her tardiness. She submits to a strapping in his office. It is a routine they are both intimately familiar with.

The Spanking Dress by Kia Cera: Eliza buys an expensive yellow dress knowing her husband Ben will see it as an act of defiance, especially since they can’t really afford it. Her guilt is more than she can bear, and she soon confesses everything. Ben lets her keep the dress but requires she wear it for punishment spankings, as a symbol of both her shame and his forgiveness. Through the years the dress serves more than its original purpose for the loving couple.

Spoiled Brat by Fiona Blue: Diane is a spoilt brat who has always got everything she wanted. However she meets her match in student Ned who spanks her. She finds the experience exciting, but her attempt to get Austin at the gym to act similarly doesn’t quite work out as planned.

Girls Gone Wild by Bill Board: Kyrie, Lois and Erin take the opportunity to sneak off on holiday. They are less than honest about where they went or what they got up to whilst away. None of them recall the drunken antics which have been recorded on video, and when their boyfriends find out, the girls are in big trouble. There is a painful price to pay for their slutty behaviour.

Appointment Switch by Carly Burton: When receptionist Marylyn is unwell at work, she asks the cleaning lady to step in for her and cover the reception desk. This leads to a great deal of confusion and mixed up appointments. More than one young lady gets a sore bottom!

Speed Date by Sam Stewart: Cindy meets Dave at a speed dating event while she is working in England. He admits he wants to spank her, and she agrees at first, excited by the idea. But when the idea becomes a painful reality, she storms out and ends their relationship. However, Dave eventually uses his spanking ‘skills’ to keep Cindy and her two roommates in line.

The Tennis Coach by George Hanson: Mr Walsh is known as one of the best tennis coaches in the country, so Vicky counts herself lucky to have enrolled in his Academy. He seems to think she shows promise and that this is a reason for telling her to undress before he spanks her. After a bad performance, it is obviously not going to stop there…

Available from LSF Publications

Book of the Month: Uncle Richard’s Disciplinary Regime by Rachel White

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The “floundering young lady rescued by a well-meaning spanking mentor” archetype may be used in many spanking novels, but for good reason. This is one of my favourite types of stories, and of those Uncle Richard’s Disciplinary Regime by Rachel White is a shining example.  After a rocky start at University, Rachel accepts an offer from a friend to join her at Uncle Richard’s house for the weekend to see if his oversight and discipline might help her focus. Here,  she receives a lovely combination of spankings for both academic and domestic failings, and also meets the other girls under his guidance and care. Despite the pain and humiliation of the punishments Uncle Richard imposes, Rachel decides to join the household. She clearly enjoys the bond she has with her adopted uncle and sisters, and benefits from the discipline she receives from her uncle- and occasionally her sisters.

From the publisher:

A despondent Rachel confides in her friend Jenny, telling her about her poor grades. She knows why she has done badly: skipped classes, not enough preparation and studying, and an undisciplined approach to her studies. It turns out that Jenny used to be exactly the same … until she went to live with ‘Uncle’ Richard. Rachel learns that Uncle Richard is not a real uncle, merely a well meaning friend and mentor who provides structure and discipline to the lives of the four female students who share his house and live like sisters. Richard knows about everyone’s assignments and their due dates, and he helps the girls with their coursework, and enforces a study time after supper, along with a curfew and a strict bedtime. If the girls don’t do well in their assignments or if they misbehave, Uncle Richard doesn’t hesitate to administer a sound spanking with his hand or a wooden hairbrush.

When Julie leaves the house it isn’t long before Rachel moves in … and she soon gets her first spanking, which proves to be one of many! But although the arrangement with its rules and standards may appear unconventional, it yields results; not only does it ensure a loving and supportive home life for the girls, it also increases their confidence and provides them with the motivation to do well within their chosen careers.

Available from LSF Publications

Those Who Matter

I sent no Christmas cards last year.

 

I had thought this chore was part of growing up, of being an adult. I started my first year out of college, not quite enthusiastically, but dutifully.  I sent them to all the relatives in my parents’ database, people I knew of but did not really know. To that list, I added my friends from college, people I wanted to stay in touch with even when distance would make this difficult.

 

Only two replied. I received a lovely, tender note from a black-sheep uncle, only a few weeks before his death, and I received a wandering, long-winded letter from a wonderfully eccentric ex-aunt I’m still somewhat in touch with.  Outsiders keep together.

 

The rest of the family never responded, but I didn’t really expect them to. We had never really been part of each other’s lives. Nor did my friends answer, but I didn’t really expect them to. Their experience of Christmas was different from my own, the custom a foreign one in many cases. Besides, we were of a generation predisposed to email over handwriting.

 

Still, I  sent cards every year to the entire list. That’s what one does, right? Each year, I holed up at a quiet corner table in the pub (this being one of the tasks that is greatly assisted by a few pints), and jotted out glittering, handwritten greetings and platitudes.  There are worse ways to spend an evening, though the barman stuck dealing with the glittery remnants soon to be tracked everywhere by the December crowds may have disagreed.

 

This year, I did not. Instead I sent emails- not to family, but to spanky friends, friends who in some cases I’d not heard from in years, in other cases to people I’d never interacted with directly, but whose writing I’d admired quietly for years.

 

They all wrote back. Every. Single. One.

 

Thank you all. Thank you for your friendship, your support. Thank you for being there, even when we don’t hear from each other in ages.

 

Thank you for reminding me about where I should be spending my time, where I should be sharing my energy.

Name and Nature

You say “If you need to break the scene, if you need to get my attention, just say my name. <Name> is not Sir, and Sir is not <Name>.” You nod as you say this, so assured of the dichotomy. I nod too, but not from true understanding. The convention will serve its purpose, and now is not the time for philosophical discussion, not that one. We have other things to do, things I have been looking forward to for months, things I hope that you have as well.

 

But the phrase sticks with me, resurfacing after we part. “<Name> is not Sir, and Sir is not <Name>.” Haunting me when the doubts start to creep in, when the euphoria fades, when I am trying my hardest to both cling to the memories and also to appear normal. “<Name> is not Sir, and Sir is not <Name>.”  Chipping away at what I think I am, chipping away at my notion that I have found my tribe, chipping away at the calm, confident, exterior I present to the others, the ones with no knowledge of the inside.

 

“<Name> is not Sir, and Sir is not <Name>.” I have never felt this, this separation between myself and my scene-self. I don’t think I even have a scene-self, or perhaps the scene-self is all I have. Submission is with me always, and in the scene I lift the heavy curtains from its  windows, let the light in, let the secret out It is ok, it is safe, they understand, at least in a way.  I do not need to hide, at least not as strictly.  I’ve never been that good at hiding.

 

I wonder if you notice this, if you see my eyes dip in your presence, this semi-bow, the most I let show in mixed company. I wonder if you hear my voice change when addressing you, softer tones, gentler diction. I wonder if you hear my quiet, if you know how I attend to your words, focused, open, receptive. Do you see the change when we are alone? Do you notice the settling, the opening?

 

“<Name> is not Sir, and Sir is not <Name>.” You say it seated across from me, too far to touch. You say it eye to eye, as is proper for this time, I have read. This is supposed to be a negotiation, a free agreement between equals. And yet I feel nothing more strongly than the urge to sit at your feet. Does it show?  Have I not hidden it carefully enough?  Did I open the curtains too widely, too early?

 

I hope not; that would not be fair to you. That was not what we had agreed to. This was to be something simple, ephemeral, transient, fun. I struggle with that, particularly the last. I am learning, but ever so slowly. I have wonderful teachers, guides in this lighthearted application of my deeper truth. I think I am learning. I want to learn, I desire to please them. I do see the paradox.

 

“<Name> is not Sir, and Sir is not <Name>.”  I nod. I will try this. It sounds healthy. Necessary.   “<Name> is not Kia, and Kia is not <Name>.”  Kia cannot show up at the office. <Name> cannot show up at Nimhneach.   I know this; perhaps the concept is not as foreign as it first felt.

 

“<Name> is not Kia, and Kia is not <Name>.”  I will try this. It doesn’t matter which is truly me, which is more me. <Name> is me. Kia is me. But “<Name> is not Kia, and Kia is not <Name>”.

Book of the Month: The Alien’s Little Girl by Rose St. Andrews

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I enjoy vanilla science fiction novels, but it’s been a while since I’ve read a spanking-centred one.  The Alien’s Little Girl by Rose St. Andrews was a delightful read. While this novel is set in an alien world in the distant future, the futuristic elements take something a backseat here, serving mostly to establish a scenario where Demi can re-enter the role of a child. The relationship she develops with her hosts is that of a modern family, albeit one which incorporates old-fashioned domestic discipline.  Their loving bond, as well as the author’s lighthearted sense of humour, made this one of my favourite spanking novels.

 

From the publisher:

Earth in the future hosts a delegation from Planet Florian, the newest planet to join the Confederation. Tyne, a handsome Florian diplomat takes a special interest in Demi, a petite and pretty young woman with money worries and a broken marriage behind her. Demi is very sad – until Tyne makes her an offer she can’t refuse – he will pay off all her debts if she will return to his planet and live with him. It is not until later he explains that this makes them husband and wife!

A week later, Demi flies through hyperspace to Florian, but on arrival finds herself subject to an embarrassing medical examination and a spanking when she misbehaves. The spanking is the first of many, for Demi can be a naughty girl at times. However, she adjusts to life in her new luxurious home, and the bond between her and Tyne strengthens, and the sex is literally out of this world. She also has the attentions of Xenon, who treats her like a daughter and has spanking rights along with Tyne. Life is full and exciting, filled with outings and pretty clothes, massages, baths and bedtime stories. Demi is happy, until she is kidnapped by a power-mad politician.

But all ends happily ever after, and Demi has a bright and exciting future ahead of her with her husband/Daddy to take care of her…

Publisher’s Note: The Alien’s Little Girl is an ageplay book. It includes anal play, explicit sexual scenes, and elements of medical play including enemas. The punishments include humiliation, corner time, and spankings. Please don’t buy this book if such material is likely to cause offence.

Available from LSF Publications