Smack!

Onomatopoeia. A fancy word with an easy enough meaning. Put simply, it describes words that resemble sounds. Or, more properly, words formed by the imitation of sounds associated with their referents. Bang! Crash! Plop! Fizz!

Onomatopoeic words in a spanking story might include 'smack' or 'slap' or 'swish', for example.

My question to you, dear reader, is this: do you like onomatopoeia in your spanking fiction? Do you like smack! to pop* up now and again? Do you think (like me) that it adds a certain immediacy to representations of spankings; that it provides a nice contrast to more descriptive passages? Or do you dislike it?

I'm sure you know that I use it quite a bit in my stories. I try not to overuse it, but the same could be said for any literary technique. It's (as far as I see it) a matter of achieving a satisfying balance. Do I succeed?

I'd be interested to hear from you.

*There's another one. Pop!

Now pay attention, girls

More fun with the schoolgirls of St Abelard’s as the second in the series is now out on Kindle. I have read it (thanks Becky) and can confirm that it features schoolroom pranks, catfights, gym knickers, strict teachers and lots of spanking.

What more could anyone ask for?

Thanks! Danke vielmals! Bedankt!

I just wanted to pen a little thank you to all the kind souls who read this little blog. I appreciate every single one of you dropping by, and I hope that your days are brightened, even if just a little, by reading my scribbles. Naughtiness, horniness and kink are wonderful things, and if I can evoke or enhance any or all of these in just one person then I've done something worthwhile.

I'd also like to offer an apology for my posts being so few and far between. Offline life has been demanding of late, but most people's are and I will endeavour to write more frequently.

As a little gift to the imagination (and as I seemingly can't do anything without sneaking a little bit of kink into it), I would like you to picture the scene that will take place tonight. I will sit at my desk, in my blue summer school dress, white cotton panties round my ankles, my bottom quite naked against the cold, hard plastic of my 'school' chair. And I will write the following, one hundred times:

'I will post on my naughty little blog more often'.

xxx

Sunday evening spanking

Readers may like to know that I was given an overdue and very thorough spanking on Sunday evening. Led to the bedroom by my ear, I was given a good talking-to (with lots of yummy finger wagging) and made to confess my various misdeeds from the past fortnight. Needless to say, I felt very small and foolish, squirming on the spot, my jeans round my ankles.

The dreadful litany of crimes duly listed, BH leaned in close and said, in his best authoritative tone, “There’s only one thing to do with naughty little girls like you, isn’t there?”

Head bowed, I whimpered a sorry little “Yes, Sir,” in response.

Without saying another word, BH sat upon the bed and I lay across his lap. He gave me a long warm-up hand spanking, taking my knickers down midway through. (I love that bit!) As my defenceless cheeks were smacked an ever deeper shade of pink, I was told off for kicking my legs (yum), told off again for answering back (mmm) and told that I was grounded for a week (ohhh!)

I already knew that I was in for a good deal more, but I made it a certainty by responding to a scolding remark with a very bratty raspberry. The naughty grin was quickly wiped off my face with the dreaded words, “That does it. It’s the wooden spoon for you, young lady!”

I squirmed and pleaded and bucked and wailed, but I was held firm and the spoon was applied to my bottom just as I deserved it: hard, fast and at great length. My poor cheeks were burning long before the end, and I was a very, very sorry little girl.

My bottom is still a little sore as I type this today. I had better make sure I’m on my best behaviour for a while, hadn’t I?

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