It's back to school time!

The good folks at Neon have finished working their magic on the latest collaboration between Becky and myself, so Kindle owners with a kinky bent now have a new choice of guilty pleasure. The stories all involve adults being treated like naughty schoolchildren, so painful humiliation is very much to the fore.

Isn’t the cover great, by the way? Monica really is a clever girl. She’s captured that sense of fearful anticipation perfectly: the naughty schoolgirl, ready in position for her punishment, glances back over her shoulder with a frown of timid anxiety on her pretty face. She squirms with the sure knowledge that her strict teacher is soon to wallop her pert little bottom a deep, sore red, and leave her a very tearful, very sorry little miscreant. Ooohh! :-) The only thing is, I don’t know which I want more: to spank the girl or to be her!

The book includes M/F, F/M and F/F discipline, and it’s all very, very naughty. So if you like the sound of going on a trip back to school – uniforms and detentions and spankings included – check out the free sample on Amazon to get a flavour of the escapist treats on offer. But be warned: reading in dorms after lights out is against school rules...

Report to Miss Hasler's office

 

Hello! Apologies for the week-ish-long break in posting; I was away for work (as I also was at the beginning of October). And, hard as it may be to believe nowadays, I was in a place with no internet access!

Anyway, I’m back now. I hope you’re all in rude health and that you’ve all been good little girls and boys.

What’s that? You’ve been naughty? Well, that won’t do. It won’t do at all. Now – stop playing with your fingers; only naughty little brats do that – I think you need to put your hands on your head and confess all the naughty things you’ve done while I’ve been away. Yes, every last one. If I find out later that you’ve kept something from me you’ll be very, very sorry.

Excuse me? You don’t want to sit with your hands on your head? I have never heard such insolence! Hands on your head. NOW. If they come down again without my permission they’ll feel my ruler on them. Yes, you do look foolish. I hope you feel it. I can assure you that you will feel far more foolish when you are over my knee having your bare bottom deservedly tanned.

Now, I believe you were going to tell me exactly what you have been doing with yourself in my absence.

I beg your pardon?! Touching yourself where? Whilst looking at pictures of what?

You NAUGHTY child! You know perfectly well that you are strictly forbidden to do those wicked things.

It’s no good making excuses. I am VERY cross with you, and I am going to give you exactly what you deserve – a punishment that leaves you unable to sit for a long time. After a long, hard hand spanking on the bare, you will receive fifty good, hard swats with the paddle. Thirty for your filthy activities, and twenty for your insolence. If you dare speak out of turn whilst over my knee you’ll receive a further twenty. Once your naughty bottom has been satisfactorily warmed with the paddle you will ask me very nicely to bend you over and give you twelve of the best with the cane. Yes, you will count each stroke and thank me for it. And be warned: one word of protest at any point and we will begin your punishment all over again. Is that clear? Good. I have far better things to do with my time than tarry with silly little brats like you.

Now, I think a good long spell in the corner is called for. I want you to think about the thrashing you have in store, and to reflect upon the misbehaviour that has earned it. It's no use whimpering – you only have yourself to blame!

Get that nose in the corner, you miserable wretch! Any more dawdling and you'll do it with your knickers round your ankles!

Image copyright the wonderful School Mistress Fantasy.

You know you’re kinky when…

Now, I know that kink is a many-splendoured thing, with as many facets and forms of expression as there are stars in the sky...

...but I was lying in bed the other night, and I started thinking about things that my own kink made me see just a little bit differently to a non-kinky person. A few are listed below; I’ll no doubt jot others down as and when they pop into my naughty little mind.

You know you’re kinky when...

• Somebody says they’re ‘all tied up’ and you automatically think of something else entirely.
• You evaluate an item’s potential for spanking, bondage and/or fucking purposes when shopping for furniture.
• Innocuous household objects like spatulas, hairbrushes, clothes pegs and slippers give you a giddy little feeling inside.
• School uniform shops always catch your eye even though you don’t have kids at school.
• You wonder about people who talk about being degraded, humiliated and beaten as if they were exclusively bad things.

Readers are of course welcome to share their thoughts on the above, or to provide any other naughty examples they can think of xxx

Legs kicking futilely

I was given a good hiding last night. Whilst that may not be especially unusual in itself, the position I received it in was new and very nice indeed.

I was on the bed, on all fours, having just pleasured the cock of my better half who stood beside the bed. Without warning I was pushed down onto my front and ordered to bend over the end of the bed, as if I was looking for something underneath it. BH then yanked my knickers down to my knees, climbed onto the bed, knelt on top of my legs and thrashed my bare, wriggling cheeks with the riding crop. It was so sexy to be so completely trapped and helpless – I wasn’t going anywhere! The crop was delivered very firmly and at considerable length, and I was a very sorry little madam by the end, with a glowing and very sore behind.

I was then, of course, given a very good seeing-to.

My bottom is still sore today, and the little sting I feel each time I sit down brings the whole punishment rushing back to the forefront of my mind. Just as it should for naughty girls!