A trip to Amsterdam

To Amsterdam, and the most fetish-friendly hotel room in the world:

Oh, for some rope and a young lady to tie up and torment, especially as I purchased a wonderful new flogger from Absolute Danny, the city’s top fetish store. Instead, I had to wander the city imagining kinky goings-on. See, there was a huge open-air […]

Responsible for my own caning

I dreamed I was at a weekend-long spanking party with a school theme. It was the second day, and I hadn’t been spanked very much; I seemed to have established a reputation of a good girl.
I decided I wanted to be spanked by the Headmaster, so I said to one of the teachers: “I’m going […]

The caning machine

The latest addition to my movie library features two cute models being thrashed in turn by a spanking machine. They’re tied to the whipping frame; the device is positioned behind them, to the side. At the touch of a computerised button, the machine whips the cane forwards, horizontally, across its target, then back into place […]

Duke Abel and his maids

Lazing under the duvet the other afternoon (OK, OK, I’d had an early start, right?), it struck me that my usual view of girls bending over the end of our bed is from behind. However, I realised, it might be rather lovely to watch from the bed itself as three young ladies bent over to […]

Cumulative effect

Yesterday we ventured to join the local library in our new town. The nice librarian person explained about borrowing, the facilities and such things, and finally showed us a table of fines for returning books late.
“It’s £0.70 per book per day. It may not seem like much, but it does build up, so…” She gave […]

Sisters

I wonder whether I can stream my dreams directly onto YouTube? One last week was especially vivid. It was a summer evening, during the school holidays. A policeman sat in the living room of a suburban semi; two girls stood in the middle of the room, as he spoke to their father.
There’d been complaints, see. […]

Happy words

From the last Observer we learned about a pair of scientists who tried to figure out on what day of the week people were happy or unhappy about their lives:
The pair studied 2.4 million blogs written during the past four years and awarded each a score on a scale of one to nine based on […]

Banned!

Ladies and gentlemen: I am delighted to inform you that we are now officially classed as perverts. A dear friend was travelling in Yemen recently, and tried to access our blog. And, guess what? We’re banned! (So’s Informed Consent, but other spanking blogs were freely accessible).
Much as I disapprove of censorship – and regret […]

The morning after the high

One evening last week we drove through our normally quiet town, and found that dozens of nicely dressed teenagers were out in the streets, partying. It wasn’t the weekend. It wasn’t a public holiday. We were puzzled for a minute, until we realised that this was the day that school-leavers all over the country had […]

“The bedbound business of knots”

Adam Thirlwell’s “Politics” was one of the more interesting debut novels of recent years. I read his much-acclaimed follow-up, “The Escape”, on holiday recently, and it struck me an odd book: a slightly-all-over-the-place structure populated by somewhat-unbelievable characters, set in a clichéd central European spa town.
There are flashes of brilliance in the writing, […]

Chocolate wins

Abel is on a self-imposed detox* that includes missing out on chocolate and caffeine. He can be strong of will when he needs to, and not succumb to temptation, but this doesn’t mean he won’t also whine about it.
On Friday evening he was cooking dinner, which smelled delicious, but he was bitterly complaining about how […]

The temple whippings

One of the nicer features of our Cypriot resort was the cave area at the end of one of the pools. (Yes, ‘cave’, for those perverts amongst you who just instinctively read that as the ‘cane area’). Swimming through the stone arches, one found oneself in a sheltered area, with waterfalls, ledges on which to […]

Corporal punishment for military cadets

Here’s an interesting memoir from a man who served as a Regimental Boy soldier of the Royal Corps of Signals in the 1950s, from the age of 15. He seems awfully fond of abbreviations, which I’ve deciphered where possible, but I may well be wrong on what some of them mean.
All Boy soldiers were of […]

Burning down the house

“Hi. Might you be able to send an iron and ironing board up to my room?”
It didn’t seem an unreasonable request for me to make at the posh resort in which we’ve been staying on holiday out in Cyprus. But clearly I was expecting far too much:
“No, sir. We don’t let people have irons in […]

The right kind of school skirt

In my dream I was a girl preparing to go to boarding school for the first time. Mother took me to a specialist uniform shop, where all the essentials, from socks to hair ribbons, could be bought, plus a trunk to store all of this.
A kindly shop assistant helped me choose a skirt in a […]