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I’ve been away from this blog too much recently, a combination of travel, holidays, and some poor health, and it’s been taking me forever to catch up with my friends in the spankosphere. But the fault is not mine! So many blogs have been pouring out really brilliant stuff recently.

First up, The Mystery Minx just posted a very intimate look at her early desires for school uniforms. Since she doesn’t post much, one needs to savour every post we get out of her! Go tell her she needs to post more!

Next, I’m totally jealous of Adele Haze, who did a kinky 12 Days of Christmas. That’s just the hottest thing ever. (And, unlike Leia-Ann Woods, I am still a “a spanking virgin of 2010” so when I say I’m jealous, I really mean it!)

Spankingblog.com posted the coolest Krampus picture as his Christmas gift to us this year. Thanks!

Kami did a scene with HH which gave her the wondrous revelation about herself as a spanko. While I personally would like to be left alone while I exercise (it hurts enough, thankyouverymuch, and when I work out I’m just focused on moving my body correctly or if it’s yoga, maintaining proper alignment, so I don’t need painful distractions) I agree with Kami that yes, everyone wants to see girls in gym shorts take a caning. At least my Master does, and his tastes have not just rubbed off on mine — completely supplanted (or at least modified) most of my fantasies.

EmmaJane visited a very dark fantasy recently. It really worked for me! (Although if you have abuse issues, I don’t recommend you try it – it’s all-too well-written.)

And The Spanking Writers always set a high standard, but even they have been sharing the most brilliant stuff recently. The pencil between the teeth story, for one, and a Christmas spanking, and then … well, I was totally bowled over when they honoured me with “Hottest Kinky Blog” in their The 2009 Spanking Writers Awards. I still haven’t thanked them properly, and honestly I don’t really know how – it means so much to me!

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On the Friday after Thanksgiving, the Mystery Minx came to visit us.

And Uncle Duncan found he had two girls on his hands who needed discipline. Can I get a rousing chorus of “Oh, poor Uncle Duncan! Whatever shall he do?”

What he did was to call us into the bedroom. The Minx and I were getting changed into our schoolgirl outfits, but I was ready way before her. He sent me to the bathroom, where she was doing her hair. “He wants you right now…” I informed her, grinning.

“I’m delaying as long as I can,” she told me.

“I know, but it’s not as good an idea as it might seem, Minx! You’re going to start being in trouble for it!”

So, finally, we both were in the bedroom with Uncle Duncan.
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There’s been memes going around the blogs like the annual winter flu is going around me and all my friends.

None have really excited me that much, but Graham has fixed that! Here is her meme. I’ve caught Graham fever — you can too!

1. Tell us your Kinsey rating! (That is, where you fall, approximately, on the spectrum of sexuality, with zero being “only attracted to members of the opposite sex” and six being “only attracted to members of the same sex.” Follow the link for the full breakdown.)

I’m a “3” but in interesting ways. When it comes to masturbating, most of my fantasies involve a male (or at least masculine) – but in real life, I’m far more comfortable with women. I have some male spanko friends I trust, but they go through a very fine filter. But I’ll make out with or plunk myself over the lap of … well, I shouldn’t say, “most women,” but my social sieve is rather less selective! Or perhaps women are all just “finer”!

2. Spanking / BDSM “type” that suits you best (switch, top, masochist, grand-master-wizard, etc.):

Mostly-bottom-switch. I get the most from receiving the spanking … but sometimes even I must admit that there are times when there is nothing better than warming up someone’s bottom!

3. Favorite blog / site of the moment (kinky/spanking-themed):

I’ll say Pandora, because I’ve been engaging in mutual stalking with her….

4. Favorite non-kinky blog / site of the moment:
http://www.theregister.co.uk/

5. Latest spanking fantasy floating in your head:

My fantasies get more and more extreme … until they reset to a simple one of being put over Daddy’s lap for a spanking. The default reset is non-sexual, but then the sex worms its way in … first Daddy puts a finger in my bottom while lecturing me on my bad behaviour (as Graham says, don’t ask where this stuff comes from!) … and next thing you know, I’ve worked up to being kidnapped by slave traders and “broken in.”

6. Blogger you’d like to spank / be spanked by:

As Graham is responsible for this meme, I think it only fair she pay for it by getting over my lap! But that’s for when we both are actually in spanking-distance of each other! I think the most likely blogger I’ll be spanking or spanked by soon is Mystery Minx!

7. Age when you lost your (consensual, adult) spanking virginity — if this has yet to happen, give us a prediction or goal!

This is hard! I did some “rough sex” and roleplay in senior year of high school, and freshman year of college my open-minded boyfriend spanked me (he wasn’t really into it, but thought leaving red hand-prints was really fun!) and then my first BDSM scene was later, junior year of college. But I can’t say I was spanked by a proper spanko until I met my Master!

8. Favorite literary reference (excluding spanking stories!):

I find Heinlein answers for both spanking and non-spanking!

“I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.”

For Heinlein on spanking, SpankingBlog has my favourite spanking scene in Heinlein.

9. Strangest limit:

Cold water. I’d rather boiling pitch be poured on me!

10. Some Random Vanilla Trivia, in the grand tradition of memehood… Like, “what are you listening to right now,” or “what’s your favorite fruit,” or anything similarly banal.

“Leeds United” by Amanda Palmer. And any fruit except kiwi fruit, which I think is icky!

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Saturday we slept in and just managed to make it to brunch with a bunch of friends: Mija and Paul of North Gare, Bridget and Alex, Iris and her M, Fireman Chris (sadly without his Sparkle), and of course Headmaster Tony and Mystery Minx. The restaurant was very odd (supposedly keeping up a “Mediterranean theme,” as filtered through Middle America I guess, but the menu featured Chinese food as its specialty. Gordon Ramsey would not approve! Still, they had very fresh fruit, and the company more than made up for the cuisine!

After breaking our fasts, the suite parties began. Minx and my Master and I went back to our room, to change into suitable outfits. In this case, our new “Brats United” shirts.

Brats United Original T Shirt by zilledefeu

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I don’t even know where to start with this overwhelming weekend!

Yes, yes, I can hear you, “Begin at the beginning and when you get to the end … stop.” Okay, okay….

We left on Friday, and Shadow Lane was already in full swing when we got there. It seems people had arrived as early as Tuesday, and some were leaving Monday or later. It seemed smart when we had bought the plane tickets not to spend too much time there, when we were unsure of how much we’d enjoy it, but by the time September rolled around, we’d made enough friends in the spanking scene that it meant we didn’t get enough time to talk as much as we’d have liked with our new friends. Next time – longer trip, more partying!

The Mystery Minx was our main priority, as she lives quite far away from us, and we’ve already become quite addicted to her company. Happily, we did manage to get some quality time with her….

Anyway, we got there Friday afternoon. I had been stupid the night before, and had not taken a sleeping pill, and I ended up with terrible insomnia, because I was as excited a kid going away to summer camp for the first time. (This is not as unlikely a comparison as one would think…!) But it did mean that I felt very tired when we got to the hotel, and really not ready to sudden go to a huge party with hundreds of strangers, a few friends whom I knew from online, and about three people I knew in person!

The Minx was knocking at our door the minute we got to our room, and seeing her was brilliant. She and I had done the girly thing, and bought each other a million little gifts, so we got some room service and babbled excitedly at each other. The only problem was that I just wanted to stay in the room and hang out with her all night … I was terrified of going down to that party.

I’m not sure if you have figured this out about me, but “I only play extroverted on TV.” I’m really just a shy geek who’d rather stay in and discuss science fiction or spanking with her friends. (Or yes, have a small orgy, but it’s only ever been a small one, I tell you, and only with people I know and like!)

I had somehow managed to forget my shyness, myself. I think the last time I was this nervous was my first SkinTwo RubberBall, but even then I knew that I wouldn’t have to be conversing with that many people: we’d be in a crowded space that would be have too much thumpy-thumpy loud music to encourage much in the way of discussion.

But at this event, I’d actually have to talk to people! [gasp] And suddenly my powers of scintillating and effervescent conversation seemed to have fled altogether. And I was nervous about my outfits: it’s one thing to be a schoolgirl in a room full of other kinks. But I was about to be a schoolgirl in a room full of schoolgirls and headmasters….

I tormented the Minx with text after whiny text, “Help! What are you wearing?” “Which knickers should I wear?” “I don’t want to be the only one in uniform!” She finally responded by bringing down Young Bridget (both of them looking delicious in their uniforms!) to braid her hair in my room and try and get me to mellow out. (Showing wisdom and compassion far past her tender years, I might add!)

So, down we all went, and I felt a bit better for being in a group. Although I must say that walking through a Vegas casino in a group of uniformed schoolgirls was one of the more surreal moments in a life that I thought had already been stuffed full of very fantastic and bizarre experiences! (At the aforementioned RubberBall, getting into a cab as Queen Elisabeth I, with a Cardinal in leather – my Master – and a gorgeous woman dressed like Jessica Rabbit – but in rubber – was one of those! At least the cabbie seemed amused!)

Things continued to improve on the way in, as I finally met Tony of Shadow Lane in the flesh, and chatted a bit with him. The food was odd, but edible (I ended up eating a large plate of tasty roast beef and fresh, very ripe, melon slices) and then I couldn’t poke at my food anymore, I had to actually start talking to all these strange new people. (Well, okay, no stranger than me, in general, just strange to me!)
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