Poor little Piglet

This picture was sent to me as an example of swine flu getting out of hand. Of course the vanilla who sent it to me didn't really understand what he was looking at. This is clearly a representation of submission and domination, cleverly illustrated through Winnie the Poo and friends.




Note how piglet is effectively restrained in the way of shibari. An expert was obviously at work here. He's also backed into a corner, right at the edge of the table. When the animals finally advance on him he'll have no place to go, no where to hide.

I can also guess what the rest of the animals are discussing. No doubt a forced medical is about to take place and Mr Bird seems to be preparing his feathers for the very act. And surely this will be followed by a whipping of some sorts. They certainly look very purposeful, and Piglet looks very scared.

As well he should be cos Christopher Robin ain't going to save him this time!

Spank her here, spank her there, spank her everywhere

You'll be glad to hear that the big move is over, I'm all done. You won't have to listen to me go on about it anymore (thank fecks says you!).

Anyway I'm sitting here in my new house and seeing it through kinky eyes for the first time.

The sofa is perfect for getting strapped on. I can imagine being placed over the wide arm of it with my bottom high in the air and my head buried deep in the cushions. Or lying across the front of it over some toppy types knee. Or tipped across the back of it for a paddling. I could go on; it's a very versatile piece of furniture!

I can also see myself stretched across the dining room table for a caning. Or maybe I'd have to get up on my tiptoes to lean across the high backed chair. That would really pull my skin tight. Then there's the counter in the kitchen, the one with all the wooden utensils so handily placed atop.

The bath is also nice and wide. Lots of space for a girl to have a forced shower (cold no doubt) and inspection.

And then there's my new bedroom and its endless possibilities. Including the ottoman I bought with the exact intention of using is as a whipping bench. Its soft cushioned top will provide some comfort when I'm lying on it being thrashed. Or I could be made to kneel on it with my hands on the floor to present myself for whatever else the toppy type might do to me...

Yes a new house is full of so many opportunities for spankings!

A place for everything and everything in its place

I'm fed up of moving things! Not just packing them up and transporting them but this whole business of finding new places to put everything. At the moment most of my toys, e.g. the canes etc are under my bed, which is really no way to treat them. But they'll have to stay there until I decide where to home them.

The smaller toys aren't so much of a problem. They go in my beside drawer and any idiot silly enough to look in a girl's beside drawer deserves to be shocked by what they find!

I'm thinking of hiding my kinky books on my bookshelf amongst all my boring academicy titles. Once they'd see 'Fundamentals of Project Management' or '7 habits of highly effective people' they'd get bored and stop browsing.

And I've also decided to sod it and hang my uniforms up in the wardrobe (albeit at the back). Rolling them up in a ball in a drawer just leaves far too much ironing to be done before school. (Caoilfhionn is fussy about her uniform!!).

Although some items were a pleasure to sort and put away. Like my large collection of knickers, which I still haven't counted. But I spent a good half hour arranging them in the drawers. Firstly I folded them neatly and then divided them into the following bundles:

cute and/or frilly day knickers (coloured);

cute and/or slightly frilly day knickers (white, I have lots of these cos I love white knickers!);

cosy night knickers (used to be either of the above but have been downgraded);

sexy night knickers (when I have someone to entertain, if he'll let me wear knickers that is);

functionals (no line, flesh coloured yokes for wearing with a posh frock);

thongs (when I can't get away with wearing any of the above).

Hmmmm obsessive, me???

Out of the closet

Ugh, I'm packing up my house and moving into a new one. Not the funnest of ways to spend a bank hol weekend!

Several lovely friends offered to help but I had to decline. (Although Lollipop did pop round with doughnuts bless her). I thought it was much safer if the vanillas don't see what exactly is hidden in my room.

The rulers and wooden spoons I could just about explain away. Possibly my whips and handcuffs and blindfolds as well. And I guess my suspenders and corsets. And probably my buzzy toys too. (Even vanilla girls have some of these, don't they?)

But the canes, paddle and tawse are much harder to justify. As is my collection of school uniforms. One for a school disco maybe; 5 different skirts/pinafores, 8 school shirts and 6 ties is a lot harder to explain.

And then there's my small (but growing) kinky library. Titles like 'Over the Knee', 'The Spanking Writers', 'Dark desires' and 'Journey of a submissive' are sure to attract attention.

So yes best that the vanillas don't help with the packing and unpacking!

The great outdoors

This is The Pinnacles, a natural rock formation in Western Australia that thousands visit every year. It's also the scene of my most memorable outdoor spanking. My semi-kinky boyfriend hauled me across his knee, tugged my panties and shorts down and spanked me.


I have no idea if it was hard or how long it lasted, but I do know that I was terrified of being caught and when he eventually let me up my face was as red as my bottom!

The jury is still out on spankings in public. I hate them, but still deciding if that's hate them in a 'it's so mortifying and therefore appeals to my kink' or if I 'just hate them'. The fact I don't list it as a limit and don't safeword when tops spank me in pubic probably hints at the former. And I definitely count it as part of my discipline fetish.

But one thing I absolutely stress is the need for a warning. If I'm warned to stop x behaviour or get such a punishment and I push it then I deserve to get the spanking or whatever. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. However, if I behave then I'm clearly showing I don't want it, it's not worth it.

And sometimes whether I push it or not depends on the situation. Like the trip to a nice park with several kinky friends earlier in the summer. Continuous bratting earned me public corner time from Abel and a switching outdoors from HH. But I felt brave around so many other kinksters. Fast forward to my next visit. It was just HH and me wandering around and I was impeccably well-behaved!

I'm curious as to how do the rest of you feel about being spanked in public? Is it an absolute hard limit or does it depend on the situation?

Promises

She hovered outside the door of his study. Trying to get up the courage to knock. She could hear him tapping away at his computer. Could imagine him concentrating hard on his task. He was always so focused in everything that he did. She wished she could be so determined. So disciplined. But then that's why she was here. He had promised her he would help her with her studies. Promised to give her the encouragement and motivation she needed to succeed. To retain her scholarship and to graduate with honours. Make her parents proud. Be the big brother she never had.

She wished she was here to share good news. She loved when he was happy with her. Like last month when she got the highest mark in her class for her history essay. He was so pleased with her and treated her to a nice dinner out. Or when she got elected captain of the debating team. Again so generous with his praise, although also reminding her not to take on too many extra curricular activities. That had almost been her downfall in her first year of college. So many distractions proved overwhelming, making her lose sight of her studies. But he had been there. Focusing her. Helping her maintain her scholarship. Keeping her grades up. Pushing her.

They had made a deal. She had to tell him when she was struggling and he would be lenient. Had to tell him when she missed classes or when she was close to missing a deadline. He couldn't help her otherwise.

She painfully recalled that first time she had missed a deadline. Not only the agony of the 12 strokes of his senior cane on her bare bottom, but the force of his disappointment. She had wept bitterly afterwards and swore to make amends. He had comforted her, promising to give her the discipline she lacked. Warning her to ask for help before it was too late or face the harsh consequences.

Of course she'd felt that cane many times since but never as hard as that first time. She learned to trust him, confide in him, and hadn't missed a deadline again. Had come close of course but always asking him for help in time and taking her punishments bravely. He was always proud of her for being brave.

His disappointment was always the worst thing. He had such high expectations of her, she hated let him down. frustrated at her own short comings. And here she was again. Going to that party at the weekend and drinking too much. A whole day of study wasted on Sunday as she recovered. And he had cautioned her to take it easy. Told her she could go, as long as she put in a full day of work afterwards. How could she tell him she'd done nothing but feel sorry for herself. That her essay due on Friday wasn't even started.

The door opened, startling her. He looked at her ruefully and invited her in, letting her know he had been expecting her. She didn't ask how, just relieved she didn't have to tell him herself. He shook his head sadly and reached for the senior cane. '18' he pronounced quietly. 'A serious reminder as you head into your final semester. I will not allow you to lose your focus now.'

He pointed to his desk and she slowly assumed the familiar position. Stretched across the top, skirt flipped up and knickers pulled down to her knees. Her heart beat faster as she anticipated the awful pain to come. She'd never had so many before, it would be impossible to be brave, to show him how sorry she was. She turned her head to look at him, fear in her eyes, pleading silently. In response he placed his hand on her back, a reassuring touch, calming her. And she knew it would be ok. He was just keeping his promise.

Hangover Cure

I was a lil bit naughty the other night. Actually I was a lot naughty. Went out on a school night, didn't get home until near 3am, drank an indecent amount of alcohol and was terribly hungover all day at work. That would have been ok (ish).

Except silly me decided to check and respond to a few emails before I finally closed my eyes. It certainly wasn't clever to include Abel in that correspondence and therefore alert him to the lateness of the hour or even worse, the extent of my inebriation!

And thus the next morning, through bleary eyes, I read the following note from him:

Young lady, it is evident that you stayed out far beyond your bedtime last night, and that you were drinking alcohol.

As your guardian, I have a duty to make sure you behave properly. I have to say that your conduct is quite unacceptable and cannot go unpunished.

You will go to school as usual today. When you return, you will go straight to your bedroom and wait until I am ready to deal with you.

Despite the fact I was alone, and knowing that Abel was at a very safe distance, I still blushed furiously. And I squirmed all day long. Feeling alternatively naughty, repentant and slightly defiant.

Although really I was enjoying the delicious squirmy feeling and happily let my mind wander over the various punishments I might have received...

It certainly helped distract me from the woeful hangover!