Bak 2 skool

My publisher has just told me that their next short story collection is to be a school-themed one, rather than a general collection of spanking tales. So it's onto the back burner with a few stories intended for Spank! 2 and on with my school hat (as it were).

Oh well, it gives me an excuse to wear my uniform more often. It helps me to get in the mood, you see...

...not that my uniform resembles the rather stylised number modelled by the young lady above. Mine is a collection of all-too authentic items, bought in person from various school uniform emporia, with my better half in the role of the no-nonsense parent and me in that of the reluctant and uncooperative brat. Being made to try things on to check that they fit (and being ordered to come out from the privacy of the changing room whilst wearing them) is greatly blush-inducing, if you've never experienced it. It's also a massive turn-on, of course :-)

Trimming

I'm in edit mode. One of my short stories isn't so short, and I need to cut it down to size. I always find this a slightly strange, though enjoyable, writing task: deconstructing your own work; unwriting what you have previously written. I'm not sure if there is a direct analogy outside writing. It's like removing bricks from a house, or tiers from a cake.

I'll do my best to keep the number of spanks the same.

Brat attack

I'm in something of a bratty mood today. Well, okay, a very bratty mood.

I feel like putting my hair in pigtails, dressing in a short skirt, long socks and a tight top, and really acting up just to get into trouble. I can't explain it – it's just a really powerful impulse. I'm sure mighty brains (and sociologists) have spent years investigating just what it is that turns grown women into brats. Me, I'm just going to enjoy it... and find out how much bratting I can get away with before my better half takes me firmly in hand!