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I found this “right up my alley” (as it were…!) schoolgirl-caning-and-sex tale online, and the author (LurkingCol@removethis.hotmail.com) says it’s okay to repost it, so I wanted to share it with you!

Natalia felt the butterflies growing in the pit of her tummy as she wandered the halls towards the office. All around her girls wandered in different directions. They paid her no attention. School was out, and their laughter and wide smiles only served to darken the young woman’s mood. She forced herself to keep going, even though a voice from the back of her mind tried to impose reason. Was she still sane? She forced herself towards the school secretary’s office. She almost faltered, almost spun on her heal and out to safety. But she had no choice in the matter, not really.

Mrs Witherspoon was not particularly surprised to see Natalia in the office. After all, as school captain she often had to visit Principle Skinner. It was not even that unusual when Natalia said it was a ‘private matter’. She shrugged, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave. It was Friday afternoon and she had no intention of staying late today.She knocked, slipped her head into Mrs Skinner’s office, and told him Natalia was waiting. He looked a little surprised, but pleasantly so. Natalia seemed a little preoccupied, almost worried. Surely she wasn’t in some kind of trouble.”Principle Skinner will be with you in a moment. Say, are you okay Natalia?”, Mrs Witherspoon asked in a concerned tone.

The girl seemed to snap out of her inner thoughts and looked up with a warm smile.

“I’m fine thanks. Just preoccupied. Have a good weekend.”

Mrs Witherspoon smiled. She was such a lovely girl, and so pretty too. To think she’d wondered whether Natalia might be in some kind of trouble. She bade Natalia goodnight and slipped from the office, closing the door behind her.

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Principle Skinner led the senior girl’s captain into his office. He was a little surprised to see her here unannounced, particularly with the unreadable expression on her face. He offered her a seat, trying desperately not to let his eyes linger too long on her figure as she did so.For Natalia was an exquisite beauty. She had only turned eighteen years of age that fall, but her figure was full with a woman’s curves. However it was her hair that made her stand out, long golden locks that flowed in a wavy fashion down her back. He sighed to himself as he sat down; it would not be quite the same next year without her.”Well Natalia, you’re not smiling today for a change. What seems to be the problem?”

Natalia paused slightly, as if carefully considering what to say. In fact, she had practised every word of what she was about to say several times, but her mind was blank. Her heart raced. Principle Skinner sensed her unnatural nerves and waited silently.

“Sir, do you remember those girls that were caught smoking last month?”, she asked. Her heart leaped. She struggled to make eye contact. There was no going back now.
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So, the cat’s out of the bag, now! Niki Flynn (aka Fiona Locke) asked a bunch of us spanko bloggers to help her make her “coming out” more amusing for everyone. You can read about it on Niki’s Not-Blog…

It was just intended to be a fun and silly way of “coming out” and revealing my big secret to you. But it surpassed my humble expectations and took on a life of its own! Such are the Strange Ways of the Internet…

At the time I wrote Over the Knee (yes, me!) I had reasons for keeping my two personae separate. But, as Tony Elka likes to remind me, “The Titanic had compartments too.”

So rather than make a boring “Hey guys, guess what?” post, I thought it would be more fun to get my friends in on a little mischief. I asked them to start speculating on who Fiona Locke was and – ideally – claim that they WERE her. I thought it would last about a week, that someone would point out the obvious similarities at once and that would be that….

I had a brilliant time with this, and want to thank Niki/Fiona for letting me play along – I had a grand time making mischief that I knew would be perfectly harmless. And I want to thank my fellow bloggers for playing along with me and leaving such fun comments over here. Yay for silly fun and being mischievous!

Since we’ve been talking about the differences between punishment/discipline and roleplay for some weeks now on this blog, I was entirely delighted to find these two posts by Niki Flynn, which covers all of those ideas so very well:

When I’m shooting, I have to be aware of the camera while simultaneously tuning it out. I have to know whether I’m in shot, make sure my hair isn’t obscuring my face and focus on a hundred other things that are invisible to the viewer. The camera is both friend and impartial observer. Bettie Page once said she liked pretending that the camera was her boyfriend and that she was making love to him.

The camera on my right was no loving boyfriend. It was the glaring eye of judgment, isolating me in its cold gaze. Still, I dutifully tucked my hair behind my ear when it fell in my face, fighting the urge to put my head down out of sight and sob. Dallas had no mercy for a girl who had endangered her life by unfastening her life vest. He pushed all my guilt buttons.

‘How do you think your boyfriend would have felt if you’d hit a rock and gone under?’

WHACK!

‘How would he have felt?’

WHACK!

There was no answer to that. All I could do was yelp and take my punishment. The worst part of all was that I deserved it. I KNEW I deserved it. This was nothing like my childhood punishments, when I always felt wronged and resentful. This was my own fault. I was being made an example of and people all over the world would be watching my shame and disgrace.

‘You look in that camera and tell your boyfriend you’re sorry.’

My heart clenched and my face crumpled as I turned to face the impersonal lens.

‘I’m sorry,’ I whimpered pitifully, looking into its unfeeling eye. I had never felt so vulnerable and exposed at a shoot before. It was as though the camera was stripping my soul bare.

I sobbed helplessly throughout the rest of the strapping, releasing all my pent-up fear and anxiety. By the end I was so distraught I abandoned the camera completely. I hung my head, crying, oblivious to whether my face was in shot or not. I’d had enough. I’d learnt my lesson. And Dallas knew it too.

(Images from Northern Spanking Institute‘s Appointment With The Brush, starring Niki Flynn & Michael Stamp.)

Friends Award

(from: toothpastefordinner.com)

Kaya just awarded me with a Friends Award. I feel like I’m up on stage at the Oscars, and I’m trying not to cry and say something like, “And I thank my family, and my fans, but most of all I thank God!”

These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers.

The Rules to accepting this award: “Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

Like Kaya, I find that “my problem is in only getting to choose eight out of so many deserving writers”! The following are in no certain order:

1. Miss Maggie Mayhem (And no, sweetie, you’re not just getting this because you’re that kind of friend with benefits!)

2. Adele Haze, whom I think is just So Damn Cool!

3. SpankBoss from Spanking Blog, whom I know I’d have a blast with if we hung out IRL!

4. Thomas S. Roche who always has such cool stuff up on his blog, and who needs to hang out with me now that he can’t claim that his job is making him too busy!

5. Pandora Blake who I don’t know half well-enough, but anyone who wrote this must simply be a friend I haven’t properly met, yet!

6. Abel and Haron at The Spanking Writers, whom I totally need to hang out with sometime when my Master takes us across the pond!

7. Niki Flynn, who wrote the amazing Dances with Werewolves, and who keeps dancing with werewolves and other scary monsters in her “Not Blog.”

8. Fyre’s jewel` (and by extension, Fyre!) I’m not sure when I first met these two awesome people, some years ago now, but they have been a part of my blogging life ever since, and I’m very glad! Well, except for Fyre’s evil puns…! [jewel`'s blog is private, but darn it, I wanted her on my list! So you can all just assume her blog is fabulous!]

I decided when I started this list to leave my LiveJournal friends off, because it made doing the list so much easier (and it’s not an unnatural demarcation, because journals and blogs are different things.) But I’d like to give a “shout out” to all my friends on LJ who write as passionately about their lives as anyone on WordPress or Blogger. There’s too many of you to list, but you know who you are!!!

Okay, I had another post I was going to put up today, but this just entirely trumps it! Thanks to Niki Flynn, who brought this amazing defence of “extreme” porn by Pandora Blake to my attention!

Read the whole thing — its extraordinarily well-written, and so clear and sensible that I can only think that any rational-minded person who’d had doubts about whether “extreme” porn was really needing to be censored or not, simply must agree with Pandora by the end of the article.

A part of the article that really delighted me was her explanation of herself as a lover of discipline — I could have written the exact same thing, only probably not as well as she has done!

I’m an independent, self-employed, over-ambitious perfectionist. I work hard and play hard and set myself tough goals. I need the profound emotional release that comes from, just for an evening, having no responsibilities at all. I need the deep, kittenish satisfaction that comes from offering myself to my lover, doing what I’m told and being found pleasing. I need the emotional simplicity that arises from being given very simple goals. Don’t move. Trust me. Endure this. Pain grounds me in my body better than any meditation technique I’ve ever tried. It cleanses my psyche of all the self-inflicted anxiety and guilt that accumulates during my average working week. It leaves me feeling renewed.

This point really gets to the heart of the matter:

Let’s think about the argument here, for a second. The one championed so passionately by Liz Longhurst and the Daily Mail, that violent porn causes violent crime. The court case into Jane Longhurst’s tragic murder did not demonstrate a causal connection between the extreme porn Graham Coutts liked to look at and his act of homicide; nor has it ever been demonstrated that there is a de facto link between one act (looking at violent imagery) and another (committing violent crimes). The debate on violent videogames has raged for years without conclusion.

Everyone in the country is now affected by this law, despite the fact that the vast majority of us are not violent sexual offenders, and never will be, especially if we’re female. This law has nothing to do with violent crime, and everything to do with censorship.

There’s nothing more to say about that — case closed!

I may live in the US, but this rule in the UK could give our “ignorant prudes” ideas — and the ignorant prudes in the US are the spiritual descendants of the Puritans — ignorant prudes whom the UK kicked out for being annoyingly prudish and censorious of others!

I just hope rational thought and freedom can overcome this, and sooner rather than later!