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I was wandering around the interwebs, and found this real corporal punishment permission form. Since I’m not sure the school would like its name up on an adult blog, I’ve changed the name and some of the particulars, out of respect.

I post this form because I think some of you might get some ideas for erotica or a real life scene from it. If you do use it in a scene, please post here and let me know! (And if you don’t have a blog to link to, and want to share your scene, let me know and I can post it as a blog entry, crediting you!)

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT PERMISSION FORM

Payne-Marks Unified School District No. 7a policy, allows the use of corporal punishment. Regulation 7a reads as follows:

Corporal Punishment

• In determining whether to use corporal punishment, the following considerations should be taken into account: the seriousness of the offense, the attitude and past behavior of the student, the age and strength of the student, and the availability of equally effective nonphysical means of discipline.
• Corporal punishment may not be administered for academic deficiency or conduct not related to the
  school.
• Corporal punishment must be approved by the school administrator. Corporal punishment may be administered by the school administrator or by educationally certified employees designated by the school administrator. One adult employee of the school shall be present to witness the spanking.
• There must be at least 30 minutes lapse time between the referral and the decision to and
  administration of corporal punishment.
• Parental/Guardian permission slips approving corporal punishment must be on file prior to
  administering corporal punishment. A parent/guardian of the student shall be notified prior to
  administering corporal punishment and will be invited to witness the administration of the punishment.
• Corporal punishment will be administered by spanking the buttocks, no more than three (3) times, of a student with a flat-surfaced paddle that will cause no more than temporary pain and not inflict permanent damage to the body. No other form of corporal punishment is authorized.

I have read regulation 7a and understand that I have the right to choose whether or not corporal
punishment may be used in disciplining my child(ren).

[ ] I hereby authorize the use of corporal punishment under the conditions outlined in regulation
7a for the following children:
_______________________________________________
_______________________________________________
_______________________________________________

[ ] I do not wish for corporal punishment to be administer to the following children:
_______________________________________________
_______________________________________________
_______________________________________________

Signature of Parent/Guardian
_______________________________________________

Date
_______________________________________________

Daytime Phone
_______________________________________________

This authorization is valid as long as said child(ren) are attending Payne-Marks School District. It may be revoked at any time by submitting a new form to the appropriate school official(s).

Mr Defeu is off on a trip again, and so when I found this old post it really resonated with me…. Originally posted on 6th Oct 2008.

Mr Defeu got home last Thursday night, and I promptly got sick. And then he had family-crisis stuff to deal with. So the best I could do as his girl was to have yummy food prepared for him, and surprise him with his desk all cleaned and neat and polished. (Most of the house was supposed to also be this way, but see above about the getting sick part, which threw the wrench in those plans!) I was scared that the weekend would go by with just dealing with family stuff. And also, when I get sick, he gets all in Daddy mode and wants to snuggle and pamper me.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I like being snuggled and pampered as much as the next girl, but when it means his Mean Scary Dominant Self gets turned off – then I’m a sad girl, because I live for our scenes. When he growls roughly at me to do something, my knees turn to jelly and other parts of my anatomy do fascinating things. When he gets all sweet and loving, it’s great … but well, it’s like flavours. I like to eat sweet stuff (oh yes I do indeed!) but I also crave rich, hearty, savoury flavours as well. Think of discipline and the various pains of spanking, caning, etc., as Boeuf Bourguignon, and your favourite sort of pizza, and spaghetti the way your mom made it, and creamy Potatoes Au Gratin, and sushi, and chicken satay and Tom Ka Gai, and a Monte Christo or Croque Monsieur or your favourite sandwich or burger, and, and, and … all your favourite savoury foods!

Happily, some of that yummy stuff was coming my way. He said he needed a nap, early Sunday evening, and I despaired. But then he saw I was upset and pointed out that after the nap, he would be refreshed…. He slept for about 45 minutes, and then I went in and joined him in the bed, and snuggled with him as he napped, and just enjoyed lying in bed with him, feeling his warmth and hearing his breathing, as I looked out of the window at the night-time city lights.

Eventually he stirred, and reached for my hand, and pulled it down to his cock, which was obviously wide awake and ready for action.

I laughed with delight, and said, “You should take lots of naps, Sir!”

Then I didn’t say anything for a while, because I was sucking his cock.

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Recently, my friend Haron discovered the spanking references in Heinlein’s Glory Road.

I am happy to see more people discovering Heinlein and his little notes of of kinkiness. I’ve been a huge fan of RAH since I was 17 — and discovering a mainstream author (indeed, a “Grand Master” of science fiction!) writing so openly about spanking helped me more than anything else to come out to myself as kinky.

I’ve been re-reading The Cat Who Walks Through Walls and it seems I’d forgotten just how much spanking was in it!

There is a running flirtation between our protagonist, Richard Ames, and a younger gal named Gretchen, who is barely legal by the standards of her culture (Luna, in the year 2188). It starts with her being this young and continues while she grows up a bit (although she grows up in time/spaces at right angles from Richard, but you have to read the book to understand that!)

It starts out:

“Sir, you paid for the cones … and now, if you don’t let me pay you back, I’ll get that spanking. Because Mama will ask me and I will have to tell her.”

I thought about it. “Gretchen, I have trouble believing that your mother would spank you for something I did.”

“Oh, but she would, sir! She would say that I should have had my money out and ready. And I should have.”

“Does she spank really hard? Bare bottom?”

“Oh my yes! Brutal!”

“An intriguing thought. Your little bottom turning pink, while you cry.”

“I do not cry! Well, not much.”

Later that evening, Gretchen tries to get Richard to take her virginity (by asking “Mr. Richard, would you really want to see my bottom turn all pink? And hear me cry?”). He is “saved” by his wife, although she eventually concludes there is no better idea than for Gretchen to marry them. (Different mores, folks, although I think better ones in many cases!)

Later, when Richard runs across an older — and pregnant Gretchen, he decides he should marry her because she shouldn’t have her first child as a single parent. He uses an interesting method of proposing:

“I want to marry you.”

“You do? Why?” She sounded sad.

Things were too solemn, we needed some skid. “Why do I want to marry you, dear? To paddle your bottom and watch it turn pink.”

Gretchen’s mouth dropped open, then she grinned and dimpled. “That’s ridiculous!”

“IT is, eh? Possibly having a baby doesn’t call for marriage in these parts, but spanking is another matter. If I spank some other man’s wife, he might get annoyed or she might or both. Chancy. Likely to get me talked about. Or worse. If I spank a single girl, she might use it to trap me when I don’t love her and don’t want to marry her but was simply spanking her pour le sport. Better to marry you; you’re used to it, you like it. And you have a solid bottom that can take it. A good thin, too – because I spank hard. Brutal.”

“Oh pooh! Where did you get this silly notion that I like it?” (Why are your areolae so crinkled, dear?) “Hazel, does he really spank hard?”

“I don’t know, dear. I would break his arm and he knows it.”

“See what I’m up against, Gretchen? No innocent little pleasures; I’m underprivileged. Unless you marry me.”

Gretchen doesn’t go for it at that time, but it’s pretty clear from the book that it eventually happens.

I love the idea that these books are in libraries all over the U.S. (and Heinlein was translated into many languages, so really all over the world!) and that girls just like my 17-year-old self may be finding spanking through these novels. (And, as good or better, also being educated and excited about the idea of space travel and the sciences, and having their minds opened to different kinds of societies and ways of loving.)

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!)

Victorian Wooden Hairbrush	Jemico Two-Sided Razor Strop Paddle	Bloodline Wooden Paddle – 14″
Slapper Crop	Singapore Stinger Cane

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

Natural Hemp Rope – Assorted Sizes And don’t forget your EMT Safety Shears just in case you need to get your bondage bunny out quick!

Liquid Silicone Lubricant This is a great lube which is long-lasting and safe for sensitive skin.

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?

The Compleat Spanker

Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories

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

Traditional Pleated Plaid Skirt (Wide selection of colours & sizes)

Pleated Plaid MICRO MINI skirt (In Choice of Colors)

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!

Wartenberg Wheel

Latex Gag, Leather Straps

Hope to see you there!

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.

Image Courtesy of Girls Boarding School

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.