He would have made an excellent Santa Claus, that man on the other side of the desk. The flowing white beard, the twinklingly blue eyes, the wrinkles pressed from decades of laughter. On any other occasion, it would be an easy thing to imagine him the jolly saint. Heather could tell from her first … Continue reading The Birching
The thought of an impending bitching is chilling enough, no need to be wandering outdoors half-dressed.
There is magic in the moment of offering up the implement- particularly a harsh one- knowing what it will do, and accepting what is to come.
One misses a lot while away, and I am only just starting to catch up. It seems that Susan Thomas (who should be very familiar to anyone reading comments here) has a new book out. As with all of her stories, I read it at the first opportunity I had, and devoured the whole thing … Continue reading Review: Spanking the Secretary’s Bottom
A girl should be able to take a bath without fear of ambush. . .particularly ambush with what appears to be most of a bush.