Heidi strode the corridor slowly, waiting for feelings of nostalgia that never came. This last stroll past the doors behind which she had spent nearly half of her life should have been a deeply emotional experience, filled with memory and longing. It was emotional, no doubt, but her primary emotion was somewhere between fear and … Continue reading Almost Away
I remember a yoga instructor saying something about specific positions helping to focus the mind. I imagine this one would work quite well, regardless of the task at hand.
Sometimes I feel like I need a spanking. Well, ok, quite a lot more than sometimes, but there are days when the need burns stronger. Not just for a simple bum-beating, that holds little attraction. It is a need for punishment, a need to be disciplined. A need to feel very firmly told what’s what … Continue reading The Need
I must remember to ask Father Christmas for very very fuzzy slippers like that next year. Just seems like a good thing for a girl like me to have around.
Co-Authored with Joost of Bad Girls Need Good Spankings Sarah and David's story began here Sarah looked over the items assembled on the table before her: one notebook, one spatula, six coloured pencils, one pencil sharpener, one tape measure, one plastic ghost, one real jack-o-lantern, and an array of candles. Everything a girl needs for … Continue reading Distance Learning: Halloween Detention
A continuation of the photostory submitted by Michael, which began here. We knew it would end this way, this being a spanking blog and all.
I made my first tacky Christmas jumper this year, having finally given into the local tradition (and looking for an excuse to buy a glue gun). I was quite proud of it- bells and baubles and lights and everything. I also made it from what had been my "school uniform" jumper, purchased specifically for our … Continue reading Hiding in Plain Sight
A continuation of the photostory submitted by Michael, which began here. I particularly loved this sequence- it captures a sequence of emotion I wish I wasn't quite so well-acquainted with. The blissful cheer of thinking one has gotten away with a good deal of fun, the denial as this wonderful feeling is crushed, the … Continue reading Old West Photostory, Part 2: How Not to Take a Scolding
It's not really lying. . .and if he insists, well, tape is awfully sticky and cumbersome, not her fault at all, clearly.