Guide to this blog
The Blogroll is now in two parts. The main part is arranged according to the date the blog was last updated, with the most recent first. The second part is a list of interesting Twitter feeds in alphabetical order. The section covering blogs that use the BDSMLR platform has been removed as it is no longer of any functional use.
Thursday, 1 June 2017
Monday, 29 May 2017
Friday, 5 May 2017
Tuesday, 2 May 2017
Favourite for May
(not Theresa May, but if anyone could figure a way of knocking some sense into her...)
As a kid I must have trawled dozens and dozens of children's stories and comics in the hope of finding a spanking story. Weeks of frustration would just occasionally reveal a nugget and make the tedium worthwhile. A relatively common source was the cartoon strip based around Billy Bunter.
Now, while seeing "the fat owl of the remove" being chased by a cane wielding headmaster was not especially erotic in itself, the act that was being threatened (yikes!) or actually carried out (yaroo!) held it's own fascination. I have a very vivid recollection on one such scene where Bunter fell into a stream head-first and someone whacked his backside with the oar taken from a handy rowing boat. For many years I've wondered about the effectiveness of such a tool - rather unwieldy to use and spreading the impact over a large area but, on the other hand, quite long so good leverage. This week's favourite brought all those memories back.
Thanks to Dana Kane.
Wednesday, 19 April 2017
Hope Springs Eternal
I realise this will probably not mean much to those outside the UK but as the stats show a large part of my audience is in the UK, here goes.
This lunchtime I turned on the television part way through today's episode of the game show Bargain Hunt. For those who don't know, two pairs of players each have to buy three items for under £300 total, usually at an antiques fair of some kind, and then sell them for profit at an auction. Each pair has the assistance of an antiques expert. At the moment I turned on today the rather lovely Natasha Raskin, one of the regular experts, was just saying "Well you should look at the bottom for marks because that's what it's all about." I looked up quickly hoping she had some cane marks across her lovely derriere, but sadly she was advising her teams about how to assess the value of a glass vase. Another time maybe...
This lunchtime I turned on the television part way through today's episode of the game show Bargain Hunt. For those who don't know, two pairs of players each have to buy three items for under £300 total, usually at an antiques fair of some kind, and then sell them for profit at an auction. Each pair has the assistance of an antiques expert. At the moment I turned on today the rather lovely Natasha Raskin, one of the regular experts, was just saying "Well you should look at the bottom for marks because that's what it's all about." I looked up quickly hoping she had some cane marks across her lovely derriere, but sadly she was advising her teams about how to assess the value of a glass vase. Another time maybe...
Tuesday, 18 April 2017
Record Collectors
Back in my schooldays I spent quite a bit of time hanging around in record shops and I remember that at one stage, as the number of record labels was increasing, one trick they used to draw attention to their artistes was to produce little booklets showing off all their latest recordings. I couldn't afford many records but I could collect these free booklets. I have a vivid recollection of my excitement at the time when I came across a catalogue produced by Island Records - this was around 1975 so I would have been mid-teens with raging hormones. The tiny image of the cover of Robert Palmer's album Pressure Drop kind of leapt out at me! I remember carefully cutting it out of the catalogue and pasting it into a scrapbook I clandestinely kept for such treasures. When I say tiny image I do mean tiny - from memory it would have been little more than a centimetre square. Just saw the image again on the internet (rather larger) and it brought the memory back.
Sunday, 9 April 2017
Thursday, 6 April 2017
My school cane
At the school I attended from the age of 11 onwards, there was plenty of corporal punishment used. Most of it was in the classroom setting or around the school at lunchtime or break time and was by any of the teachers using a variety of implements - probably most commonly the plimsoll (slipper/gymshoe/dab - whatever you call it). I'd put money on a bet that none of these were ever formally recorded in any sort of punishment book and were, therefore, almost certainly illegal. However, for the most serious cases you could be caned although this was the preserve of the headmaster or his deputy in the privacy of their office. I never experienced that first hand but on one occasion the deputy headmaster did threaten to cane everyone in our class and to underline his threat he brought along the official school cane. I clearly remember the shape of it was not dissimilar to the one pictured here. The odd thing is that although there are plenty of websites offering for sale reproductions of school canes - usually of rattan or dragon cane - they are generally offered as either straight canes or with the classic crook handle. I have never seen any on offer of this sort of shape at the handle end. Can anyone shed any light on what we're looking at here and also, perhaps, if anyone does sell canes of this type?
Sunday, 2 April 2017
Favourite for April
This is what I'd like to see much more of - perfect evidence that it would be quite possible to require a schoolgirl in a short skirt, as is the fashion, to bend over for a caning on her bottom without the need to expose her undergarments. And I'd like to bet that six hard strokes applied like this would give the wayward miss a very salutary lesson that she wouldn't be in a hurry to repeat anytime soon. Sadly, I have no idea of the source - I would love to see more and better still a video. I think this is one of my all-time favourites.
Wednesday, 1 March 2017
Favourite for March / Reasons To Be Punished (3)
Slightly unusual one this month but bear with me. I will emphasise that this a posed photo using a model and not the real thing. Why did I pick it?
Well all in all I attended six different schools while growing up (parents kept moving - it wasn't me being disruptive!) and each had their own individual discipline policies. School number four was quite interesting because there was a lot of classroom based corporal punishment. The reality, looking back, was that little of it was meant to really hurt, and it was just a way for the teachers to say you were pushing the limits and to encourage you to back off a little. There were only three year groups and two classes per year so six classrooms arranged around a central hallway where we had lockers and so on. The headmaster was class teacher for one of the final year classes and was probably the one who was most frequently seen to administer a "beating" - in reality not much more than a single whack on the behind with a stick that probably caused a small tingle. The "punishment" was the embarrassment at being called out in front of your peers, ordered to touch your toes and then thank him when you were allowed to stand up again to return to your seat. Other teachers had their own little quirks and used corporal punishment more infrequently. Other times they might make someone stand in the corner or stand on your chair or...
...make you leave the classroom and stand outside - often for the remainder of the lesson, so you could be there for some time. Superficially this seemed like a nice option, especially if two managed to get sent out, because so long as they kept it quiet they could chat away and avoid the tedium of the lesson. But there was a twist. If the headmaster had a bit of free time on his hands he might venture out of his room and have a quick wander around the hall and if he found someone who'd been sent out he would deal with them in his favoured fashion.
When I saw this picture I immediately thought of a similar situation but perhaps with a headmistress who takes to prowling the corridors at random with a large plimsoll in her hand. Then anyone found to have been sent out of class for talking or other disruptive behaviour would have nowhere to hide. The headmistress would go over to the miscreant, demand an explanation of why she had been sent out, and depending on the normal behaviour of this pupil and the explanation provided she would instruct the girl to bend over and then deliver one, two or even four heavy whack across the girl's bottom. Everyone in the classroom would hear the sounds and know what was happening. The chances are that the girl would, by now, be very red-faced and crying but the headmistress would knock on the classroom door and tell the class teacher that she wouldn't have any more disruption from the girl in this class so she would be pushed back into the room to suffer the shame of all her friends seeing her.
Every one sent out of class would stand there in fear of hearing footsteps coming along the corridor and even if the headmistress ventured out only rarely, it made the whole thing of being sent out of class much more of a punishment.
Well all in all I attended six different schools while growing up (parents kept moving - it wasn't me being disruptive!) and each had their own individual discipline policies. School number four was quite interesting because there was a lot of classroom based corporal punishment. The reality, looking back, was that little of it was meant to really hurt, and it was just a way for the teachers to say you were pushing the limits and to encourage you to back off a little. There were only three year groups and two classes per year so six classrooms arranged around a central hallway where we had lockers and so on. The headmaster was class teacher for one of the final year classes and was probably the one who was most frequently seen to administer a "beating" - in reality not much more than a single whack on the behind with a stick that probably caused a small tingle. The "punishment" was the embarrassment at being called out in front of your peers, ordered to touch your toes and then thank him when you were allowed to stand up again to return to your seat. Other teachers had their own little quirks and used corporal punishment more infrequently. Other times they might make someone stand in the corner or stand on your chair or...
...make you leave the classroom and stand outside - often for the remainder of the lesson, so you could be there for some time. Superficially this seemed like a nice option, especially if two managed to get sent out, because so long as they kept it quiet they could chat away and avoid the tedium of the lesson. But there was a twist. If the headmaster had a bit of free time on his hands he might venture out of his room and have a quick wander around the hall and if he found someone who'd been sent out he would deal with them in his favoured fashion.
When I saw this picture I immediately thought of a similar situation but perhaps with a headmistress who takes to prowling the corridors at random with a large plimsoll in her hand. Then anyone found to have been sent out of class for talking or other disruptive behaviour would have nowhere to hide. The headmistress would go over to the miscreant, demand an explanation of why she had been sent out, and depending on the normal behaviour of this pupil and the explanation provided she would instruct the girl to bend over and then deliver one, two or even four heavy whack across the girl's bottom. Everyone in the classroom would hear the sounds and know what was happening. The chances are that the girl would, by now, be very red-faced and crying but the headmistress would knock on the classroom door and tell the class teacher that she wouldn't have any more disruption from the girl in this class so she would be pushed back into the room to suffer the shame of all her friends seeing her.
Every one sent out of class would stand there in fear of hearing footsteps coming along the corridor and even if the headmistress ventured out only rarely, it made the whole thing of being sent out of class much more of a punishment.
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