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The next day (more on the first day here) was Finishing School. I slept in as late as possible, and almost had the choice of skipping breakfast or being late. And Mrs. Darling would not approve of either of those things! (Mr. Defeu went down and ordered breakfast whilst I was still getting my stockings clipped onto my garter belt, so that once I was dressed I could rush down and scarf some food in a most unladylike hurry. And then do my lipstick in the elevator on the way up to the tenth floor … and a room to which I dreaded and longed to go!)

You may recall that Finishing School was pretty much one of the most exciting things I’ve done since, well, um, my whole life. When we found out that there would be a Finishing School at this Shadowlane, there was no doubt that we would be attending this year’s party! (After all, I flew to Scotland for the first one, so there was no way I could miss one so much closer to home!)

I arrived at the door to Northern Spanking’s suite, nervous as hell and quite sure that as soon as I walked in, all hell would indeed break loose, undoubtedly upon my ass. You see, as the only student who had attended the previous FS, I was “Head Girl”, even though I had only come in fourth in the class. Now I had attained dizzying heights … but because of how things work in that mini-universe, I knew it was my job to topple from them – and make it a good show on the way down!

I checked my skirt, that my shirt was tucked in neatly, and hoped to hell my seams were straight!

Mrs Darling was suitably nervous-making, with her comments about how I would receive double-punishments over my class-mates, but, as usual, Miss Hammond-Grant was utterly terrifying. She would wander over, whether I was doing anything remotely naughty or not (a few times when I was just thinking about what naughtiness I ought to get up to, next!) and would just get up into my personal space, and then stare down at me. It made one third of me desire to be nothing but well-behaved for the rest of my life, another third of me immediately start planning how best to get her to do that again, and the final third part of me really just wanted her to grab me by the ear and drag me into the next room. (What would we do there? Oh, well she would teach me not to get up to “unnatural acts” involving other young ladies through “Aversion therapy” [shudders deliciously] )
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My dear fans and friends,

Would you please take a moment and go vote for me in the Spanking Spot 2010 awards “New Spankee” category? It means a great deal to me that I was nominated, and it would actually mean a ridiculous amount to me if I won.

I’ve had a good year as a spankee. I’ve worked with NSI twice (read about that here and here). I did a wonderful day of shooting with Pandora for her upcoming site (see below) and this coming weekend I’m flying out to shoot videos for Shadowlane! (I also had a spanking party of my own in San Francisco, had a wonderful time at Shadowlane, and was “finished off” at Mrs Darling’s Academy.)

The lovely Pandora and me (and Tom, of course!), a teaser shot of what’s to come:

The adorable Bailey and me:

Stephen Lewis would want you to!

Vote for me or I’ll pout! (Promise!)

And just one more for fun:

(This screen capture’s from NSI’s amazing spanking film Wheatly Manor which stars the gorgeous Amy Hunter and delicious Leia-Anne Woods, who were both in not dissimilar roles at the Finishing School…)

Hello my poor neglected readers!

I am still deeply under the influence of a nasty case of jet-lag (also perhaps recovery from one of the most intense, wonderful weekends of my life), and so I’m just not ready to give you an account of myself at Mrs Darlings Academy during the Winter Term, 2010.

I assure you, however, that there is much of an account to be made. I’m afraid yours truly did manage to get herself in a wee bit of trouble at Finishing School. There were some hot moments in the chilly rooms of the ancient Scottish castle where we gels tried to learn the finer aspects of deportment and ladylike behaviour.

Until I can recover enough to get my mushy brains producing something, I have an impressive and ever-growing list of the recountings of my fellow students, and even of our most impressive Deputy Head, Miss Amelie Hammond-Grant (Or Miss Ham-and-Eggs, to go by the nickname lovingly applied to her by the ever-naughty Miss Tombola van Hoyden!)

I shall list them below, with the names they used at school.

Miss Amelie Hammond-Grant: Finishing School Introduction, Finishing School part II – The Bus Driver’s Tale

Miss Woods: Finishing School Part 1, Finishing School Part 2, Finishing School Part 3. A favorite snippet, involving me:

After the entertainment the drinks flowed and so did the punishments. I think we all received further punishments for one infraction or another. While the atmosphere seemed relaxed I took the opportunity to slip off with Zille. We had spectacular girlie fun and were both pleased as punch to have got away with it, or so we thought. When I returned to the dining room one of the girls pointed out my love-bite. Oh dear. With short hair I would never cover it. I went out for s smoke to think on what to do, when I encountered both Mrs Darling and Miss Hammond-Grant. I must have looked ultra guilty or worried as Mrs Darling, genuinely concerned stopped me to ask if I was alright. I said I was and tried to ease my way past them as quickly as possible. Suspicious both tutors took a closer look and of course noticed the love bite. Oh dear. Groundhog day. I was in trouble. Again. Finally I was released with a promise that I would be dealt with in assembly for such an infraction.

Miss Pandora Blake: Off to Finishing School, A Night At Mrs Darling’s Academy, Playing The Game, We who would virtuous be / leave smut behind us

Miss Caoilfhionn Ni Bradaigh : To Darlings We Are Sent, Finishing School: The Head Girl’s Tale (post by our Head Girl, Miss Catherine Thomas)

Miss Violet Kynaston: Finished off, or To be a lady

Miss Jemima Symington-Gore: Jemima Writes To A Friend, Eliane At Finishing School , It Gets Into Your Head

Miss Tombola Van Hoyden: Finishing School

Even a gal not attending Mrs D’s Academy has learned some lessons from it: Irelynn Logeen: Weekend Lessons.

Before I sign off for the evening, I want to note that some of the young ladies who attended Mrs Darling’s Academy do not have their own blogs. (Indeed, Mrs Darling herself does not have a blog!) I’d like to invite anyone involved with Mrs D’s fine institution to feel free to count my blog as a home for their accounts of and/or ruminations upon the event. Just email me (zilledefeu at gmail dot com, for those who don’t want to use the contact form on the about page) or ping me via Twitter or other social networking site, and I’ll be happy to give your writings the exposure they deserve (and we all want to read!)

(To already quoted people: If I have not spelled your name right, left bits off, or used another name for you, it’s because that seemed the safest bet — or in the case of a spelling error, because my guess was unlucky! Please correct me to what you prefer!)

The Spanking Writers have wonderful tales of spankings in stately homes that always induce jealousy in me, but now I have a story to match up to theirs!

This evening Mr. Defeu and I stopped by the old abbey where we were married, like we do every time we are in this part of the UK. It’s a romantic little thing for us.

We’ve always done it reasonably early in the day, or at least during daylight, but daylight is very short right now, so when we stopped by at 4:30, it was almost full dark, and the church lights were out, except for the entryway, where they sell touristy trinkets and knickknacks.

We wandered down to the front of the nave, and said gooey romantic things to each other, and kissed. He then got mischievous and smacked my bottom a few times. The sheer naughtiness of this made him grin excitedly (it *was* exciting!) and me being the sort to always take advantage fully of any situation, I went and bent over the front box pew, invitingly. His grin got bigger, and in a trice my trousers and knickers (a lace thong, for those who appreciate such things) were down, and his hand was smacking down full-force, over and over again.

It was just perfect – from zero-to-sixty, just as I’ve learned I like best. (Who needs a stinkin’ warm-up?) and the sudden shock of cold-cold air against my naked bottom was instantly replaced by the stinging heat of Mr. Defeu’s hand.

We stopped just in a nick of time – and just after we’d finished giggling delightedly, the abbey doors opened, and in came an elderly lady who had obviously come to investigate the muffled smacks coming from the church! Since we had already stopped, and were in the dark, I got my trousers back up as he walked over to her and distracted her with enthusiastic discussion.

The nearly getting caught part only added piquancy to the whole – it was the naughty rush after the spanking – the wrong order, perhaps, but just as fun!

And this is just the start of new spanking adventures for us! Tomorrow we leave for “Darling’s Academy,” a special roleplay weekend with the Northern Spanking crew — I’ll tell you all about it when I get back!

Sorry all — been horribly busy since my last post. However, good news (at least for me) — Mr Defeu and I are about to get a nice holiday, which just happens to include a hot roleplay weekend at an Elite Finishing School: Darling’s Academy. I shall excitedly blog all about it after it’s over — although perhaps I can sneak in a blog post or tweet during school hours (I’ll have to be careful not to get caught, of course! Use of laptops and mobiles is very restricted of course!)

To make up for my absence, here is a shot by Mr. Defeu of the naughty girls we recently had such a fun day shooting in authentic schoolgirl uniforms!

Don’t they just look so innocent?! (Don’t be fooled. These are some seriously dirty girls!)

I know the girls stop by occasionally, so please leave comments of your praise and compliments and undying passion for them!