Back to school? But we've only just finished!

A school-ish, kinky think-type post today.

I don’t know if it’s the same in other countries, but in England there’s a six-week school holiday from mid-July to the start of September. (No school in August, evah! Whee!) Oh, how I loved it as a kid. The feeling of jubilation as that expanse of school-free time stretched out into the future like a golden vista; waking every morning feeling light and carefree... just wonderful.

But as vast as it may have been, and as endless as it may have seemed midway through, the summer break always did come to an end, and I always got a really sad feeling when September arrived. I remember counting down the days as the end of the holidays drew near, and making a conscious effort to savour each moment. So sad going to bed on the last night before school!

And so to the kinky think. Akin to Easter eggs appearing in February and Christmas merchandise in October, it always seemed that the minute the school bell rang for the end of term, every shop was instantly full of ‘back to school’ stuff. (Seeing a big display of uniforms in my local supermarket the other day is what prompted this post, in fact). A practice that always struck me as terribly unfair. We’ve only just finished! I wanted to wail. Can’t we be allowed to forget about school for one day? Such a downer to be constantly reminded of it in the holidays.

Yet now, as a twenty-something, I don’t mind seeing those things at all. If anything, I get a secret little frisson of pleasure whenever I do see them. Which of course makes perfect (kinky and twisted) sense: I’m a school roleplay and CP freak and have a decided uniform fetish.

Case closed! Except... a taste for such things isn’t something that only came to me as an adult. I’ve enjoyed being spanked for as long as I can recall, and school has always been a favourite and central part of my fantasies. As a child I fantasised about other people punishing me with a smacked bottom (including my teachers), and I often wished that my school experience was more old-fashioned and strict.

So what I’m wondering is, given the above, how come I didn’t like the whole ‘back to school’ thing as a schoolgirl? And when exactly did dislike transform into like? I’m figuring it was at some point after I left school, but I don’t quite understand why that would be.

Thoughts on that (and anything else school-related) welcome!

P.S. I was treated to a new skirt and two new blouses from the aforementioned supermarket. I rather suspect my immediate future will involve some school fun and a jolly good spanking.