Present, Sir

Apologies for the radio silence: I've been working like a well-spanked schoolgirl on my new stories. I'm nearly finished, so I thought I'd come up for air and share a few thoughts.

It's really interesting and fun writing a number of pieces with a common theme, both from a writerly point of view and, given the theme in question, as an enthusiast of kink. It's allowed me to thoroughly immerse myself in the (kinky) school milieu, and all the lovely connotations and mental images that come with it (hockey sticks, chalky blackboards, pigtails, pleated skirts, white socks and knickers... I'm sure you have your own favourites!)

Within that thematic space the most enjoyable thing has been getting into the minds of my characters. My writing is largely character-driven – i.e. the inner lives of the characters are generally the core of the piece – and so I have to step into the characters' shoes as part of the process, in order to make for resonance in motivation and reaction. It's great fun, and similar to real-life roleplay: the thrill of putting oneself in the place of a schoolgirl, caught misbehaving and fearfully anticipating her punishment... it's almost like going back to school myself!

As I mentioned above, the stories are nearly ready for submission. All that remains is to edit and tweak and to try to make them as good as they can be. They share the theme of 'back to school' but they're quite individual, and I hope that as a collection they have something for everyone.

Needless to say, punished bottoms feature prominently in them all.

P.S. Isn't the photo above this post lovely? I scanned it from an old spanking magazine and cropped it to focus closely on the girl's feet under the desk. The black and white graininess and scuffed, heavy wooden chair really help evoke a repressive, old-fashioned school environment. Lovely legs and socks, too. The only thing wrong with it is the footwear the 'schoolgirl' is wearing. Strappy heels? Tut tut!

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!

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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Late again, Hasler - see me after class

Hello, my little naughties! Sorry for the long break in posting; I haven't forgotten about you (or your naughty little bottoms).

You'll be glad to hear that work continues on the follow-up to Spank! – two stories are completely finished and three more are in progress. Becky and I thought that five short stories made for a nice little book, so Spank! 2 will follow the same template.

As a sorry for the long wait and a thank you for reading my little blog, here are a couple of extracts from one of my forthcoming stories (a first for me, a school-based story):

Miss Miller took up a wooden ruler from her desk and gripped it tightly in her podgy little hand. “Twelve on the hand, young lady. If you take your hand away, we will start over. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss,” replied Pamela.

Though she knew to expect the blow, and had been warned not to move her hand, when the ruler landed across her palm with a stinging WHACK! she couldn’t help but yank her hand back to soothe it.

“PUT THAT HAND BACK AT ONCE!” cried the outraged schoolmistress.

Timidly, Pamela held her hand out again. She swiftly received a second stroke across the same latitude as the first; this one stung even more, making her want to not only retrieve her hand but to bolt for the door, away from this place. But she fought the urge, and bit her lip stoically.

“Now, don’t move your hand again, girl!” warned Miss Miller.

“Yes, Miss, sorry, Miss!” Pamela sheepishly answered.

THWACK! went the ruler on Pamela’s soft palm once more. This stroke was laid across the bottom of her fingers, too, stinging them awfully.

Ten more times Pamela’s trembling hand felt the sting of the ruler. By the end, tears had welled in her eyes. When she was sent back to her seat, she rubbed her burning palm sorrowfully.

“Now, I don’t want any more nonsense from you, Miss Burrows,” warned Miss Miller. “I have better things to do than punish silly little girls like you!”

* * * * *

Pamela scarcely had time to think before a second firm swat stung her left cheek, making the tender flesh of her buttock ripple. A third swiftly followed to her right, then a fourth to her left. She bucked and yelped as her defenceless, bouncing curves were fairly tanned with a furious succession of hard swats.

WHACK! “Ooh!”
WHACK! “Oww!”
WHACK! “Oww! Ohh, Miss!”

The punishment rules stipulated that a girl should receive at least sixty on the bare for forgetting her homework, and Miss Preston took the ‘at least’ part of this guideline very literally in poor Pamela’s case. She walloped the howling child seventy-five times in total, with the final dozen counted out loud by the miserable offender.

When the last swat had been delivered, Miss Preston immediately ordered Pamela to stand up. Pamela did so quickly, despite her discomfort. Miss Preston pulled the tearful schoolgirl’s knickers back up and smoothed her skirt back down.

“I hope that this has taught you a lesson, Charlotte,” she said. “And to reinforce that lesson, you will see me for the next five school evenings for detention. Now, what do you say?”

“Th-thank you, Miss,” Pamela whimpered, wiping away a tear, her little face a picture of hurt.

There's lots more yummy punishment like that in the story. Hope you like the sound of it!