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Are you going to Shadow Lane’s 30th anniversary party? Because I am! It’s just three weeks now, and I am so excited about it! I was a bit nervous for last year’s party, but this year I know so many more people so this time around all I feel is bouncily anticipatory.

Have you done your shopping? I’m pretty much done with mine, but that’s just ’cause I’m so eager. You still have time to get some shopping done online and have it shipped to you in good time. (You could even actually go to the shops, I s’pose, but that’s soooo last century! [grin] )

The fun part is the kind of shopping you get to do for Shadow Lane. For instance, you might be needing to get some unique toys to impress potential spankees (or have potential spankers use on you!)

A bit of bondage, perhaps? Possibly some rumpy-pumpy?

Need to brush up on your technique? Or, would you like to bring a copy of the book my story is published in for me to sign for you?

What kind of schoolgirl do you like? Traditional … or slutty?

Don’t forget that this year’s theme is the 1960’s Drama “Mad Men” so you might want to get something that fits the theme (1950-1960s Clothing) for the big party Saturday night!

Finally, looking to get kinkier? Why not try a “Wartenberg wheel,” which fascinates submissives and masochists, but can be adjusted by simple pressure to be either teasing or intense. And it fits in your pocket! Great conversation starter! Or is your playmate making too much noise in your hotel room? My favourite kind of gag (and the most effective I’ve found at actual noise reduction) is the “cock gag,” which might sound a bit off-putting, but actually means that it has a gag which is a good size and shape for the mouth (ahem) and which has a strip of leather in the front which is discrete and good sound-proofing!

Hope to see you there!

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Am sitting at the local café. School must have recently ended for the day, because it’s stuffed to overfilling with schoolgirls. (And schoolboys. But I’m afraid my point of view on teen and pre-teen boys is that they are mostly just zitty, unwashed little monsters which it’s best to ignore whenever possible. A perspective I wish I’d had when I was a teenage girl!)

It makes me think of Abel and Haron, and their ability to turn any situation into a spanking one. (Although if I couldn’t manage to make a spanking situation out of a café full of schoolgirls, I shouldn’t be entrusted with a keyboard and Wordpress account!)

So, here goes my “perverting reality.”

Breckenridge Academy, California’s most prestigious prep school, lets out for the day at 3:30 PM. It’s a time of day which Frank Sarchimor, coffee-shop proprietor, dreads. His café is just a block away from the academy, and he almost thinks he can hear the final bell ringing in his head every day.

At 3:40, his clean, well-lighted café is suddenly deluged with a range of kids who are loud, prone to shoving or just general clumsiness (he’s had to move the sales displays behind the counter), and just generally unmannered and unruly. After backing up the line at the counter so that customers are frustrated, they all also order iced blended mochas with shots of flavoured syrups (as if they needed the caffeine and sugar!), which throws his baristas into a frenzy of trying to get these complicated drink order fulfilled, which slows things down all the more. And the kids don’t tip, of course, which makes his baristas cranky.

By about 5PM every day, his beloved café is trashed. Straw wrappers everywhere (how did they get them to stick on the ceiling?) empty plastic cups, crumbs from brownies and rice krispy treats which had been used as projectile weapons between flirting boys and girls. Frank has to chip in on the clean-up every day, because if he doesn’t he fears his baristas would just go work at another café, and he’d finally just gotten them trained up right! The signs he keeps putting up on the walls, to “respect others and keep the noise down,” to “please have your order ready when you got in line,” and to “please bus the tables yourself,” are roundly ignored.

Then, the final nail in the coffin. Frank came out from his office after a particularly intense period of sound and fury to discover that a number of the thick coffee frappes had been spilled across the floors and tables and chairs like a Jackson Pollock piece. With java chips. The last two kids were sauntering out of his café, two girls in what seemed to be much shorter than regulation pleated skirts, blouses unbuttoned to show as much cleavage as possible, and insolent looks on their faces. Frank lost it and started yelling at them, demanding they come back and help clean up the mess they’d made. They just looked at him in patent disbelief, stuck out their tongues, and ran out the door giggling.

Frank made an appointment to speak with the head of Breckenridge Academy the next morning.

Mr. Morgans welcomed Frank to his office the next day. Frank had been concerned that, given the attitude of the spoiled brats who’d been frequenting his establishment, that his concerns would be brushed aside. But Mr. Morgans and he had a very satisfactory meeting of the minds, which led to Frank returning later in the day for a special school assembly….

When Kristin and Susan saw the coffee-shop guy on-stage with Mr. Morgans, they had yet another fit of giggles. How ridiculous that this little man had complained about them and their classmates! The Academy kids brought good money to his café, and had as much rights as any of his other customers – just ‘cause he didn’t like kids was his problem, not theirs!

Their giggles died away when they suddenly became aware that Mr. Morgans had called them both up onto the stage. They suddenly became intensely aware that the gym teacher had dragged a vaulting horse on-stage.

Mr. Morgans’ mood was not improved by the fact he had to call them up more than once, and that they came dragging their feet and slouching….

Mr. Morgans explained that while he knew Kristin and Susan were not the only offenders, they would serve this time to be an example for the whole school – Mr. Sarchimor and his café would be treated with respect, or more disciplinary actions would be handed out. If Mr. Morgans had to punish every student in the school, he would, and they had better believe it. Breckenridge Academy had very high standards, and the students would live up to those standards, or learn how to do so the hard way.

First Susan, then Kristin, had to lean over the horse, and suffer the embarrassment of their skirts flipped up. Mr Morgans himself personally attended to the punishment, using a paddle which was the subject of school myth, but which had, obviously to the detriment of the student body, not been used in years. It was worn quite smooth from years of being applied to errant school-children’s bottoms, but the smoothness did not in any way mitigate either the pain of the impact or the hideous stinging burn that lasted long after the stoke.

It was twelve each, due to the fact that this bad behaviour had been going on for some time, now. Well before the twelfth whack, Kristin and Susan were howling, their faces red and wet with tears, their eyes puffy, and their noses requiring frequent sniffs to keep from embarrassing them further.

The assembly was silent, except for the occasional gasp of sympathy. Although some of the kids looked somewhat less terrified and more simply fascinated in the show….

As for Frank, he got to watch the whole thing. He was very satisfied seeing Susan and Kristin reduced to blubbering and very sorry girls, and he deeply enjoyed every moment of their stuttered apologies.

He was so pleased, he invited Mr. Morgans down for a cup of java, on the house. And over the steaming beverages, they shared some ideas for future school assemblies.

Because, after all, the youthful memory can be so short, can’t it. You just can’t keep down those high spirits. No, there would be plenty of reason to bring out the paddle in the future, and Frank was more than ready to help keep up the standards of the Academy and the community.

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I was wandering around FetLife yesterday when I ran across the most incredible real-life CP story I’ve ever read. This is pretty much the perfect plot to a Janus Magazine story — it is the perfect example of honest-to-goodness CP being used the way disciplinarians prefer best, but which happens all too infrequently in the world these uncivilized days. I just had to share it with you lot, and so I asked the brave and (since fortune favours the brave) fortunate lady if I could repost her wonderful and inspiring tale over here. She has kindly said I could, so, with no further ado, here is “Exercise and Spanking” by “NaughtyNan”….

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I have a personal trainer, who comes to my house for the workouts. Although I’d initially been one of his “success stories,” losing 42 pounds in about 6 months, over the past year I not only didn’t continue to lose weight, but rather I gained about 10 pounds BACK, plus lost some of my motivation for working out. It really bothered my trainer that I’d slipped; he felt responsible for it.

So he’d been thinking hard about how to re-motivate me, and he decided to propose a scheme of rewards and punishments. I’d be expected to send him a daily email, listing my caloric intake, any exercise, sleep hours, time I’d gone to bed, energy levels, etc. He expected me to also work out with a good attitude each and every time, and not be lazy or spend excess time chatting (which IS what I do sometimes to waste exercise time, I must admit) instead of really settling down to exercise. Initially he’d told me that I ought to think of some sort of reward, to be given after about a month of compliance. And initially he was thinking that the punishment would be that he’d make me do the exercises that I really hated.

The conflict was internal. I loved the idea at once, of course; it’s a sound idea, plus the novelty of it was sure to help me. (I have ADHD, and I respond well to novelty and variety.) But from the very first couple of emails that he sent me, my emotions got totally roiled up, and I had trouble composing those daily emails. I recognized, you see, that what I was entering into was a sort of Top-bottom/Dominant-submissive contract, and that I was agreeing to submit to his control. I was really surprised by how it aroused my emotions, and how hard it was to actually SUBMIT.

Now I have to add that in NO WAY do I want my relationship with my personal trainer to get romantic or sexual. From the beginning of our workouts I’d always enjoyed the exercises the most that were quasi-BDSM in how I ended up positioned, or in how painful they could get, or when he would interact with me in a commanding sort of way. These things all tickled my secret submissive heart, of course. (I am in a vanilla marriage, I should add.) So I enjoyed those aspects, without any thought of romance or eroticism. (He is a newlywed, in fact, and I attended his wedding. Nor is the type of guy to whom I am attracted—which was part of my intent in hiring him.) But of course when he told me to think of what I wanted as a reward—and he said to think BIG—my mind raced towards pleasant, good-girl spankings. But how could I tell him that? Of course I couldn’t, and would probably have to settle for a good back massage or something like that.

Well…somehow, about a week ago, a moment opened up in which I actually came OUT of the SPANKING closet! I’d always mentioned to him, whenever he asked if something was hurting, that I was fine, that in fact I rather liked pain. He’d always said that he does too. He and I have talked very openly about many topics, including the lack of intimacy in my marriage, and he’s told me similar details about his life with his ex-wife and his happy new life with his current bride. I’ve always felt a great deal of mutual trust and discretion, that we could share almost everything. But all my life, I have only ever told 1-2 people—actual people in my life, as opposed to all of you nice online anonymous community—about my spanko urges and my bondage desires and my submissive side.

He told me that he was very frustrated, that he felt he lacked some KEY to helping me get motivated. And I told him, yes, there was a key, and here is what it is…
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So, I’m being a wee bit naughty over in Fetlife. Of course, I blame kaya — she’s a bad influence on me!

Basically, this person posted in one of the spanking groups asking if safewords should be allowed for “true punishment.”

Heh. Of course, I do not have a safeword at any time, and the very last place my Master would consider letting me have one is during punishment! I mean, how handy to hand a submissive a key to ending the punishment! “Yes, when you don’t like what’s going on anymore, just say ‘red,’ or ’safeword,’ or ‘banana,’ and I’ll stop punishing you and give you a cuddle!”

By the time I got around to reading the post, most people had commented saying that “safewords are essential! You should never play with anyone who doesn’t let you have a safeword ever or Bad Things Will Happen!”

At which point, the smart thing is to back away slowly and go about my day. Sometimes the smart thing is no fun, though!
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The discussion from FetLife (Spanking for punishment, and the dubious superiority of DD over BDSM) still continues (that is, I’m still involved in it!) A fellow responded to the original post, saying,

For those of us who like it, spanking is a wonderful pastime at whatevever [sic] level of severity we willingly participate. Viewed dispassionately it is also a rather silly activity to be hooked on!

Enjoy it in your own way and for it’s own sake, as a thing you both need and crave.In meeting that need it may well make you a better person in so far as it makes you happier and what could be wrong with that?
Other than that, I would suggest that the only form of discipline likely to be of service in the wider world is that of the self motivated variety.

She didn’t entirely agree with that response:

There is a big difference between “discipline” and “punishment” to most people…..that is why I used the word PUNISHMENT.

And personally…..I think spanking can “discipline” a person too if that is where their mind/body allows it to be used to/for but that wasn’t the purpose of this dialogue. (but happy to respond to that issue too.)

If I was a person who ran late places and it was deemed a problem I couldn’t get under control and sought help to correct…..some horrible severe x amount (or some top/dom determined level) of a wicked device (not going to name which ones I think are wicked) would be at least something to test to see if it would be a good “behaviour modification” device….maybe, maybe not.

His response:

I have just consulted the dictionary and the “big difference between discipline and punishment” is obviously as opaque to the compilers as it is to me!Not that it matters greatly as I find semantic battles are usually an exercise in futility.

What it boils down to I guess, is what are you seeking to achieve by punishment, behaviour modification, discipline, correction or any of the other words that can be found side by side in the dictionary.Could be I am missing something on that score.

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