As I have previously stated, we are not in D.D. relationship and nor can I see us being so, or so I thought. For all our previous playtimes have been exactly that, play!...But something changed the other night when we went to bed, something definitely changed.
It had been exactly 34 days since my return from Thrashwells school and no spankings had taken place, not even a suggestion of one in the offing. Save for the occasional swat on my behind in the kitchen whilst I prepared dinner, we had been in a small trough as far as spankings are concerned. But then, out of the blue, my wife said to me as I was already in bed,
'So you don't want a spanking tonight eh?'
At which, I leapt out of bed and stood before her naked, my eyes lowered and my hands in front of me.
'Choose your implement,' she said, with no hint of malice or anger in her voice.
The leather paddle being the lesser of evils within our toy list, I chose that one, foolishly believing that a warm up spanking over her knee would take some of the sting out of it.
'Now bend over the end of the bed!' her voice only slightly harder in tone.
'But don't I get a warm up first?' I whimpered rather pathetically.
No reply was offered, instead, she proceeded to spank my behind with the paddle, slowly at first but progressively faster and harder, as she then told me of her disappointments in me.
I had taken too many liberties when being allowed to attend school. I had allowed myself to be birched in front of an audience, something that she had not anticipated. I had been far too excited to be going to the venue beforehand and I had not discussed in much detail what goings on had occurred on the day...!!
Her scolding me, together with the now quite painful smacks from the leather paddle, had me squirming left and right and quite honestly, a shame came over me rather unexpectedly.
But just as suddenly as it started, she then stopped, threw the paddle onto the bed and said,
'There....you've had your spanking!'
I got back into bed and sulked.
I felt slightly shocked, slightly humiliated, but most of all, very very humbled.
Later, we talked and discussed our situation. We talked about how we could go on from this 'thing' that I have. We talked and then we made love.
I hope we can continue to talk. It is one of my major failings that I don't talk much about my feelings, or about my feelings for her. I know that I must change that. I will change that. For I love her too dearly, most deeply, to let her down again.
Kindest of regards,
Gary.
Thursday, 12 September 2013
Monday, 2 September 2013
Aquatic creatures of the deep
Very little has happened since my return from Thrashwells on the home front regarding spanking, and so I thought I might make a plea for a rather rare form of aquatic life form that has been spotted on the shores of Brazil. Not too many people know, or have even set eyes on this very rare creature. They are akin to mermaids and hobgoblins in that respect and yet, one has been photographed in all it's glory................
ENJOY this rare delight..............
I call it a Quadapussy !!
Kind regards,
Gary(naughty)boy.....
Who can blame me ?
ENJOY this rare delight..............
I call it a Quadapussy !!
Kind regards,
Gary(naughty)boy.....
Who can blame me ?
Thursday, 15 August 2013
A POEM FOR ALL YOU LADIES
A Woman's Poem...This truly "touching!"
And he didn't like my cake,
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make.I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do..I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and
Smacked him one
Like his mother used to do.
******************************************I love a good poem, don't you ?!?!
Wednesday, 14 August 2013
Tuesday, 13 August 2013
School Report. F-
Determined not to be late again, I arrived in good time and decided that a spot of brekkie might be a good idea to start the day off.
Then, after assembly, we were split into two separate classes and made our merry way to our allotted rooms. Our drama class finished a tad earlier than next doors lesson, so, I took the opportunity of letting off a screeching balloon through their open doorway. A not so amused teacher immediately collared me and led me down the corridor to a very familiar door. The headmasters' study. Having explained my presence to the headmaster, the teacher left me to my fate.
'I'll waste non of my time on you today boy,' headmaster said whilst picking up his cane.
'Bend over the desk Gary,' his intention quite clear now.
Although I was still clothed, those first cane strokes bit and stung my bum with surprising force. Headmaster was true to his word, he even got me to shuffle further up the desk so as to get a longer swing at it.
Next lesson, and seeing as the feeling was coming back into my posterior, I decided more mischief was in order. Having asked to go to the loo, I duly left the class, went out the back door, then round the side to the open window of next doors classroom. The sound of slaps, then the vision of a naked bottom being spanked not three feet from the window, made me peer inside. So distracted was I, that I completely failed to notice that the headmaster was standing in the doorway opposite.
'Gary! What do you think you are doing boy?' 'Get yourself round here now.'
'I got lost sir.' But he didn't believe me.
Bent over his desk but this time with no protective covering over my bum, I thought, 'This is gonna hurt.'
Guess what ?
I was right !
First the ruler, yes the same one as last time, then the cane. That ruler sure does push your limits when it is administered in rapid succession. So quick in fact that I have no idea how many strokes were applied. It was almost a relief to get the cane.
Oouch !!
Rounders next, which after a change of venue because of an infestation of dog poo, went off without a hitch. Well, apart from losing the ball a few times that is.
Lunch, and one very naughty girl next to me insisted on pelting the teaching staff at the head of the table with raisins. Then she threw the screwed up empty box, right at the headmaster. Only trouble was, I was in direct eye line of him, and so.....
'Gary!'
'My study!'
'Two o'clock!'
Damn, that Fluffy can get you into trouble as quick as wink. At least she got the same instruction a few minutes later for chucking bun papers.
After lunch I still had half an hour till my appointment so, while two girls changed the class numbers round, I made and then stuck with chewing gum, a 'Changing Room' sign to the H/ms' study door.
Two o'clock arrived and three of us were lined up in the corridor, each looking slightly pensive at one another. At least I was at the back of the queue.
Not so. He called me in second.
Twelve strokes applied to my bare arse, and none too lightly either, and I went out dancing the rub your bum dance.
Later on in the afternoon, I came across Mr. Craig looking perplexed at the class 2 door. It was locked, but no one was inside, so I helpfully climbed in through the open window and unlocked it from the inside. Very good of me you would have thought. Not so in Mr. Craigs' eyes apparently. He had me bend over the garden wall and then spanked me. Now there's gratitude for you.....
Smoking got me another visit to the headmaster, and another dozen strokes to boot. But then he quizzed, nay GRILLED me, about who was responsible for putting his canes out in the flower beds. Dire consequences were threatened if I didn't own up, but it was none of my doing, so I denied all knowledge of the offence. For once, and quite rightly, he believed me, but then he asked me if I knew who WAS responsible. My smirk gave it away but still I did not divulge the culprits names.
Well I'm no snitch.
And anyway,
Fluffy and Pixie are friends of mine.......
Ooops....Did I let that slip ?
Sorry.
English spelling and punctuation next, and into my comfort zone...or so I thought.
Zero correct out of six meant 36 spanks from two teachers and then the dunces cap to add to my humiliation.
What is it that Homer says ?
DOH!
Still, at break time I got my own back. Aided by Pixie, we hid the headmasters' water jug and school bell outside his window. Then throughout the rest of the afternoon I kept asking H/M if he needed a glass of water. But he never cottoned on.
Last lesson was our drama play, and having embarrassed ourselves with that, I was free to make mischief once more.
Spotting the other class outside doing art, I wandered out to feign being a judge of their artwork. However, the headmaster also sat amongst them, and noticing earlier in the day that he had on a shelf in his study, a birch rod. I quite innocently enquired if he had had the opportunity of using it on anyone.
'Not yet Gary, Why ? Would you like to try it?'
Inner devil leapt to my shoulder at the challenge and I heard a voice say,
'Always willing to try something new sir.'
You will have to visit Mr. Geoffs' blog, 'Myspankinglifestyle' on wordpress to view the excellent pictures, but I must say that it was not as bad as expected. The burn is a gradual build up but, having said that, I would not like to be on the receiving end of 30 strokes.
And so the day had come to a close. I very much enjoyed my second term at Thrashwells and felt pleased that I had given it my all. (I just wish I had remembered to take a cushion Hermione).
My thanks and praise goes out to Mr. Geoff, our headmaster, who must have put many many hours of work to organise an event such as this. It is not a thankless task as we all do so love you sir.
And also to the teachers for their preparation in so many different and informative lessons, I say a big thank you.
Without these people, we would have no Thrashwells. Their dedication to educate is beyond doubt, but next time,
you can open your own damn door Mr. Craig.
(wink).
Kind regards,
Garyntboy.
Then, after assembly, we were split into two separate classes and made our merry way to our allotted rooms. Our drama class finished a tad earlier than next doors lesson, so, I took the opportunity of letting off a screeching balloon through their open doorway. A not so amused teacher immediately collared me and led me down the corridor to a very familiar door. The headmasters' study. Having explained my presence to the headmaster, the teacher left me to my fate.
'I'll waste non of my time on you today boy,' headmaster said whilst picking up his cane.
'Bend over the desk Gary,' his intention quite clear now.
Although I was still clothed, those first cane strokes bit and stung my bum with surprising force. Headmaster was true to his word, he even got me to shuffle further up the desk so as to get a longer swing at it.
Next lesson, and seeing as the feeling was coming back into my posterior, I decided more mischief was in order. Having asked to go to the loo, I duly left the class, went out the back door, then round the side to the open window of next doors classroom. The sound of slaps, then the vision of a naked bottom being spanked not three feet from the window, made me peer inside. So distracted was I, that I completely failed to notice that the headmaster was standing in the doorway opposite.
'Gary! What do you think you are doing boy?' 'Get yourself round here now.'
'I got lost sir.' But he didn't believe me.
Bent over his desk but this time with no protective covering over my bum, I thought, 'This is gonna hurt.'
Guess what ?
I was right !
First the ruler, yes the same one as last time, then the cane. That ruler sure does push your limits when it is administered in rapid succession. So quick in fact that I have no idea how many strokes were applied. It was almost a relief to get the cane.
Oouch !!
Rounders next, which after a change of venue because of an infestation of dog poo, went off without a hitch. Well, apart from losing the ball a few times that is.
Lunch, and one very naughty girl next to me insisted on pelting the teaching staff at the head of the table with raisins. Then she threw the screwed up empty box, right at the headmaster. Only trouble was, I was in direct eye line of him, and so.....
'Gary!'
'My study!'
'Two o'clock!'
Damn, that Fluffy can get you into trouble as quick as wink. At least she got the same instruction a few minutes later for chucking bun papers.
After lunch I still had half an hour till my appointment so, while two girls changed the class numbers round, I made and then stuck with chewing gum, a 'Changing Room' sign to the H/ms' study door.
Two o'clock arrived and three of us were lined up in the corridor, each looking slightly pensive at one another. At least I was at the back of the queue.
Not so. He called me in second.
Twelve strokes applied to my bare arse, and none too lightly either, and I went out dancing the rub your bum dance.
Later on in the afternoon, I came across Mr. Craig looking perplexed at the class 2 door. It was locked, but no one was inside, so I helpfully climbed in through the open window and unlocked it from the inside. Very good of me you would have thought. Not so in Mr. Craigs' eyes apparently. He had me bend over the garden wall and then spanked me. Now there's gratitude for you.....
Smoking got me another visit to the headmaster, and another dozen strokes to boot. But then he quizzed, nay GRILLED me, about who was responsible for putting his canes out in the flower beds. Dire consequences were threatened if I didn't own up, but it was none of my doing, so I denied all knowledge of the offence. For once, and quite rightly, he believed me, but then he asked me if I knew who WAS responsible. My smirk gave it away but still I did not divulge the culprits names.
Well I'm no snitch.
And anyway,
Fluffy and Pixie are friends of mine.......
Ooops....Did I let that slip ?
Sorry.
English spelling and punctuation next, and into my comfort zone...or so I thought.
Zero correct out of six meant 36 spanks from two teachers and then the dunces cap to add to my humiliation.
What is it that Homer says ?
DOH!
Still, at break time I got my own back. Aided by Pixie, we hid the headmasters' water jug and school bell outside his window. Then throughout the rest of the afternoon I kept asking H/M if he needed a glass of water. But he never cottoned on.
Last lesson was our drama play, and having embarrassed ourselves with that, I was free to make mischief once more.
Spotting the other class outside doing art, I wandered out to feign being a judge of their artwork. However, the headmaster also sat amongst them, and noticing earlier in the day that he had on a shelf in his study, a birch rod. I quite innocently enquired if he had had the opportunity of using it on anyone.
'Not yet Gary, Why ? Would you like to try it?'
Inner devil leapt to my shoulder at the challenge and I heard a voice say,
'Always willing to try something new sir.'
You will have to visit Mr. Geoffs' blog, 'Myspankinglifestyle' on wordpress to view the excellent pictures, but I must say that it was not as bad as expected. The burn is a gradual build up but, having said that, I would not like to be on the receiving end of 30 strokes.
And so the day had come to a close. I very much enjoyed my second term at Thrashwells and felt pleased that I had given it my all. (I just wish I had remembered to take a cushion Hermione).
My thanks and praise goes out to Mr. Geoff, our headmaster, who must have put many many hours of work to organise an event such as this. It is not a thankless task as we all do so love you sir.
And also to the teachers for their preparation in so many different and informative lessons, I say a big thank you.
Without these people, we would have no Thrashwells. Their dedication to educate is beyond doubt, but next time,
you can open your own damn door Mr. Craig.
(wink).
Kind regards,
Garyntboy.
Monday, 22 July 2013
Making a rod for my own back(side).
Ever since Miss tried a garden cane out on my bottom (and it snapped into ever decreasing lengths with every stroke), I had pondered on how to make a decent cane. Yes, I know they are available on the internet market, but I think that there is something rather satisfying about actually making an implement with ones own hands.
Thinking of what we had stored in our garage I suddenly remembered about my old fishing gear. I gave up fishing long ago when I took up golf and so, rummaging about amongst the dust and cobwebs, I eventually found what I was looking for. My old pike rod, the top piece being the main focus of my attention. So eager was I to get started, that I forgot to take a photograph of it before hand. So I borrowed one off the internet that resembled it most closely.
After a mornings work of filing and sanding down I had the last 18 inches down to about 8mm and the rest tapered gradually up to the metal rod connector, which I choose to leave on.
Now for the handle.
Knowing a trick or two about removing and refitting a golf grip, I thought this would be the easy part.......
WRONG..
The bastard would not come off an old club I had, (an eight iron). I knew I should have used a seven. Many tries and many more oaths later, I hit upon the idea of using higher pressure to force the petrol between grip and shaft. Double cylinder foot pump to the rescue, and with a whooosh and much spray of petrol, the grip was free.
Problems were had and then solved, but I think I did a pretty good job, even if I do say so myself.
Miss seems to be very pleased with it.
Kind regards,
Gary.
Thinking of what we had stored in our garage I suddenly remembered about my old fishing gear. I gave up fishing long ago when I took up golf and so, rummaging about amongst the dust and cobwebs, I eventually found what I was looking for. My old pike rod, the top piece being the main focus of my attention. So eager was I to get started, that I forgot to take a photograph of it before hand. So I borrowed one off the internet that resembled it most closely.
After a mornings work of filing and sanding down I had the last 18 inches down to about 8mm and the rest tapered gradually up to the metal rod connector, which I choose to leave on.
Now for the handle.
Knowing a trick or two about removing and refitting a golf grip, I thought this would be the easy part.......
WRONG..
The bastard would not come off an old club I had, (an eight iron). I knew I should have used a seven. Many tries and many more oaths later, I hit upon the idea of using higher pressure to force the petrol between grip and shaft. Double cylinder foot pump to the rescue, and with a whooosh and much spray of petrol, the grip was free.
Problems were had and then solved, but I think I did a pretty good job, even if I do say so myself.
Miss seems to be very pleased with it.
Kind regards,
Gary.
Thursday, 11 July 2013
The Headmaster
Good health is always something that most of us take for granted. It was therefore, a bit of a shock to learn that the headmaster has had a spell of trouble with his back. Bad enough in fact to put him in hospital for several days. Not knowing any further details, I can only hope that this is but a short term problem and of course, that he makes a full and speedy recovery.
I, as I'm sure all that know and respect you sir, wish you good health.
With the utmost sincerity sir,
Get well soon Mr.Geoff.
Kind regards,
Gary.
I, as I'm sure all that know and respect you sir, wish you good health.
With the utmost sincerity sir,
Get well soon Mr.Geoff.
Kind regards,
Gary.
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