My 10th spanking anniversary

My first spanking went like this.
At first, there were several months of anticipation. I was still living with my parents in Ukraine when I discovered the Internet world of spanking. I made friends, but they were all English-speakers, far away in the States and the UK. They may as well have been living on the […]

Yet another waitress spanked

My regularly-recurring waitress fantasies follow a fairly predictable path - a cute girl spills something over smartly-dressed guest, then gets soundly thrashed by her boss / restaurant owner in the back room or after closing time.
Only, the lass in the cafe in Stuttgart earlier in the week was far too cute - all short […]

A costly ice cream

I spent a wonderful summer’s afternoon wandering around Stuttgart on Tuesday. The main square was bathed in sunlight; groups of friends played boules. I joined the locals sitting outside sipping a cold beer.
Later, I wandered through the city centre, noticing the groups of younger folk outside the ice cream bars. And an evil thought occurred […]

Shopping for school

I saw my first back-to-school display yesterday. I was on my own and in a hurry, so I resisted wandering up and down the aisle, trying to smell fresh pencils and finger note-pads. My school bag is very well stocked, in fact, and doesn’t need topping up. Still, I imagine that some time in the […]

The sleepover

I’ve been at my desk since before five this morning, working away diligently with just the occasional glance at kinky emails and blogs.
I’ve been rather distracted, though, by the sound of girls’ voices drifting through the still morning air from a garden nearby.
Sooner or later, it struck me, there’ll be different noises wafting on […]

Ain fine booty

This cartoon gave me an inappropriate, ungrammatical giggle.
(Taken here)

The girls from the Poor School

The same night I dreamt my mafia dream, a vicar also put in an appearance in an entirely unrelated scene. He was peering down from the pulpit as he preached his Sunday morning sermon. As usual, amongst the congregation were the girls from the local Poor School, funded from parish funds, all neatly scrubbed in […]

Lights-out spanking

Somewhere on my web wonderings, I happened upon this picture:

This is a dormitory in a summer camp. Perhaps, a camp where difficult girls are sent for a month to be sharply brought to their senses by disciplinarians trained exactly for this purpose.
Can you picture the girls, lying quietly in their beds after lights-out? Three or […]

Disciplining the maid

I dreamed we had a maid.
We treated her fairly, and well, I thought in the dream. She had a lot of work, naturally, and had to do it all while wearing a heavy floor-length dress and a shapeless cap, but it felt right at the time.
I remember Abel beckoning to her into his office, and […]

Crying behind the bar

After all of my kinky thoughts in Oxford, we had to retire to the pub. Behind the bar, a cute young member of staff was being quizzed by her manager about some confusion with a customer’s food order. “What did you do… why did you do that… that was wrong… you shouldn’t have done that… […]

English customs

The American girl at the next table wasn’t the only young lady in trouble in the Oxford coffee shop last weekend. For, sitting next to the window, were an older couple – early 60s, well-spoken – and a pretty young thing with an eastern European accent.
The arrangement was obvious: they were retired academics, who’d […]

Shipped to school

I’ve cut out the following passage from a Sunday magazine, but can’t remember which one it was. It does paint a yummy picture for me:
It seems inconceivable today that an 11-year-old would be put on a train and told to disembark at a town she knew only from its name on a postcard. I adjusted […]

The academic approach

Oh, how I enjoyed teasing Haron with thoughts of canings whilst she wandered round Oxford colleges with our visitors the other day. I waited for them to return from their tour in a bookstore’s coffee shop, and couldn’t help but observe the table to my right.
Three young American women. Students in the UK for the […]

In the Master’s study

I went on a walking tour of Oxford colleges to indulge my fetish for old buildings. Abel chose retail therapy instead. As I stood among a group in the Quad of the New College,* my phone buzzed with a text message.
Girl on tour heads through the door marked ’strictly private’. Finds herself in Master’s study […]

ManagersOfficeCam

To dinner the other evening in one of London’s more original new restaurants, Inamo. It combines outstanding Asian fusion cuisine, with “an interactive ordering system” whereby the menu is projected on to the table in front of you. You make your selections - and place your order - by clicking on the relevant options using […]