Sunday, 27 November 2011


Well, now I can honestly say that I know what it feels like to be caned.

It stings! Delightfully, wonderfully; there really is nothing else quite like it.

As promised, last night my better half and I played 'detention'. After nervously knocking on the bedroom teacher's office door, I was (as is customary) given a good telling-off for my bad behaviour and poor school grades. Midway through the lecture, BH nonchalantly picked up his new implement.

"Do you know what this is, girl?" he asked, ominously flexing the crooked-handled cane.

"Yes, Sir," I timidly answered.

"What is it?"

"A cane, Sir."

"That's correct. It is a cane. And do you know what canes are for?"

"For... punishing naughty girls, Sir?"

"Exactly. They are for punishing naughty little girls, like you. As your behaviour has shown no sign of improvement despite all the detentions you have received, I have decided that a more severe method of discipline is called for. After going across my knee for a good bare bottom spanking you will bend over and touch your toes for your first dose of the cane. Twelve strokes, each of which you will count and thank me for."

"Oh, but Sir! I don't want the cane!"

"Silence, girl! Such insolence only proves just how badly you need it! You have just earned yourself two extra strokes. I would advise you to watch your tongue unless you want to earn yet more."

I was scolded for a while longer, feeling very foolish (and very horny) in my all-too-authentic school uniform, occasionally fearfully raising my gaze from my feet to glimpse the cane. Having been thoroughly dressed-down and left in no doubt as to the punishment I could expect, within the next minute I was across my strict teacher's knee, my pleated grey school skirt pinned to my back by his firm hand, my white cotton knickers around my knees. I was spanked, hard, for easily ten minutes, and scolded throughout. (I do love to be scolded!)

And then it was time for the cane. I was made to stand and touch my toes, my knickers round my ankles, my skirt once again humiliatingly flipped up to leave my bottom bared and defenceless. A long, charged silence. Then...

"Ready, girl?

"Yes, Sir..." I whimpered uncertainly.

Another long, electrifying pause. I held my breath, feeling every inch the wayward little schoolgirl about to be deservedly punished.

Then with a sudden fearsome SWISH! the cane cut through the air and licked my bare bottom with a sharp, fiery sting.

"Ooh! One... thank you, Sir!"

SWISH! came a second stroke, equally firm and equally painful, a little lower on my cheeks this time.

"Two... thank you, Sir!"


"Ow! Three, thank you, Sir!"

I took eight hard strokes without losing position, despite the burning discomfort in my rear increasing with each. But the ninth made me jump up and clasp my hands to my bottom.

"YOUNG LADY! What did I tell you about remaining in position? GET BACK DOWN THIS INSTANT."

I fearfully bent over once more and stood tremblingly anticipating the remainder of my punishment. As I hadn't counted it, I was given the ninth stroke again, and two more extras were added to the end. Strokes ten, eleven and twelve were delivered lower than the preceding ones, across the lowest extent of my buttocks, and they stung terribly. But the four extras were even worse. The cane was placed against my bottom for a moment. Silence. Then it was suddenly drawn back and fiercely applied to the exact same latitude four times in quick succession. "OOH! OW! OWW! OWWW!!" I howled.

"Now, into the corner with you," ordered my stern teacher, quite unmoved by my discomfort. "And you had better believe that, should your behaviour fail to improve, you will feel the cane many times in the future!"

Mmmmm! I LOVE it! x

Friday, 25 November 2011


The cane arrived today. My naughty little bottom has yet to feel its sting, but as BH and I will be spending tomorrow evening playing 'detention', with me in the role of a schoolgirl and he as a strict teacher, I can safely predict that I will be sitting less comfortably on Sunday.

How dreadfully humiliating it will be... me, a grown woman, dressed in my school uniform and scolded for misbehaviour...

...then made to write lines...

...then bent over, skirt up and knickers down, for a good thrashing with the cane...

SWISH! "Oooh!"
SWISH! "Oww!"
SWISH! "OW! Oh, please, Sir!"

"I won't tell you again, girl – get back down into position! Now, for your impertinence we will begin again, with two extra. Dare to lose position again and believe me you'll be sorry."

SWISH! *sob*
SWISH! *howl*
SWISH! *whimper*

...then put into the corner, hands on head, my sore, striped bare bottom on display...

...then thrown onto the bed and fucked silly...

YUM!!! Is it Saturday yet? :-D

Monday, 21 November 2011

Ooh, not the cane, Sir!

My naughty bottom has been punished with many things, but never, to date, with the cane. That, though, is soon to change, as my better half has just ordered one.

I'm a little afraid – as any girl facing the prospect of a caning should be – but I'm far, far more excited. I've seen plenty of videos where girls are caned, and it looks wonderful. It's been ordered now, and it's simply a matter of waiting for it to arrive. The wait itself is a turn-on. It's as if I'm sitting outside the Headmaster's office, acutely aware that strict punishment for my misbehaviour is inevitable... my skirt will be going up and my knickers coming down, and the fearsome rattan will be applied to my bare bottom, whether I like it or not...

I can't wait!

Monday, 14 November 2011

If it's not one thing…

…it’s another. After being kept away from you by work and travel, I’ve spent the last few days tucked up in bed with a terrible cold. I’m much better now, though, so normal naughty service is now (finally) resumed!

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Naughty little reader

A nice little thing Cara Bristol has on her blog is a reading list where she catalogues books she has read. I'm not above pinching good ideas, so I thought it might be nice to write now and then about things I've read myself. I can't (as far as I know) have a separate page like Cara does, so I'll just post them here.

I'm quite an eclectic reader, which you will no doubt deduce from the ten books I'm listing (in no particular order) for starters...

Philippa Gregory, The Virgin's Lover
Clare Dudman, 98 Reasons for Being
Philip Kemp, Blushing at Both Ends
Jeanette Winterson, The PowerBook
Enid Blyton, The Naughtiest Girl in the School
Judy Parkinson, Spilling the Beans on the Cat's Pyjamas
Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber
Umberto Eco, Serendipities
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
James Lipton, An Exaltation of Larks

Have any devoted Hasler-watchers read any of these? If you have, I'd love to hear what you made of them.

Oh, and incidentally (courtesy of the last book on the list), did you know that the collective term for sadomasochists is a 'rack'? :-)

Naughty thought... I'll have to list ten very naughty books next time; books that a good little girl like me shouldn't be reading...

...I wonder what you would do, for example, if you caught me reading this?

Friday, 4 November 2011


Hello my sweets, and sorry for the quietness. Work has been terribly demanding this past week or so and I've just had too little time and energy to post. I'll pen something soon, I promise, but I've just finished a thirteen-hour day and I'm ready for some Zs.

Sweet dreams xxx