A while back, commenter Tony offered to share a few memories of real-life spanking in sororities in the 1960’s. As Tony says, “Hazing was allowed and practiced back then.” While we are reliant on word of mouth for precise details, the results of some of these practices were visible to those close to the victims, … Continue reading Memories of Sorority Hazing
With thanks to Paolo of Wholebean and I Sarah and Mark's Story began here “Feck it,” Saah cursed as she undid her tie before attempting the knot for the seventeenth time. “I know how to do this,” she reassured herself. And she did; she had prided herself on mastering this decidedly masculine skill. She had not, … Continue reading Much to Learn: Second Initiation
I thought this met the definition of "best handwriting." For some reason, Sir was not impressed. . .
It was the umbrellas that drew her attention. Big, beautiful, colourful umbrellas artfully arranged in the corner window. From across the street, it looked as though someone had frozen a rainbow and set it on display. Even through the scaffolding it was brilliant, drawing her closer. As Leah walked along the window, she marvelled at … Continue reading Window Shopping
Stacey glanced nervously down at the bulge in her satchel as she hustled down the footpath to Scott’s apartment. Would anyone else notice? If they did, would they know it was a paddle? She jumped as a few leaves skittered across the darkened path. She was being silly, she knew. After all, she hadn’t really … Continue reading A Curious Crime
The practice of writing lines seems to get a rather bad break, all things considered. It is not time wasted, in the same way that prayer or meditation is not time wasted. It is an act of discipline and devotion. It is practice of a skill I must use daily, and a skill that, judging … Continue reading In Defence of Lines
With thanks to Paolo of Wholebean and I Sarah and Mark's Story began here “Before Enlightenment chop wood, carry water. After Enlightenment chop wood, carry water.” Slowly, her awareness returned to the room. The television was still prattling on, now discussing the first expedition to the summit of Mount Everest. Fitting again, Sarah thought. How had … Continue reading Much to Learn: Brave New World
I have been alone for a long time. Not in the unloved sense, but physically very alone. Business travel tends to have that side effect. And I found, for better or worse, that this alone-ness has changed the way I act. I change my own light bulbs, kill my own bugs. When faced with a … Continue reading Independence