A post for her.

I'm not entirely sure that I like labels, in fact I'm not sure of what category we would fit into anyway. All I am sure of is that I like being spanked, be it by a male or female. And now that my adorable wife has her loving husband back, in an honest and open relationship that we hoped for when we first married, I could not have wished for more.
I have no more skeletons in my dark closet, even this blog has been confessed to her and she took it all in her stride, not an eyelid (or head for that matter) was batted. She amazes me. Were the shoe on the other foot, I doubt that I could honestly say I'd react the same way.
And so another chapter in our book of love for each other has begun. She has shown me trust and I have not betrayed it. We have played and enjoyed, talked and cried, laughed and loved. And rowed, yes. But still we hold firm together. Her marble blue eyes still melt me inside.
I love you my darling.
You are my soul mate, my life.
This post is for you.



Thank you to a dear heart across the water for your advice.

Kindest regards,
Gary.

Red bum in the morning,headmasters' warning.

The school bus was running late,only ten minutes to go till nine and still the stupid driver hadn't found the place. Panic was setting in. Oh crap,my first day at a new school and I would be late. Visions of the headmaster standing in the doorway flexing his cane flashed through my head as at last,the school entrance was spotted.
The tension in my stomach that I had been feeling all morning was starting to ease off as we were ushered into the main hall for assembly. Introductions and greetings over with and the school song sung,(with much enthusiasm),the day had begun.
Lesson one: Keep your head down and look interested.
And the plan was working,until a teacher entered the room and announced,'The headmaster would like to see Gary in his study'. All eyes immediately shot towards me and I heard a whispered 'what's Gary done?' As I rose from my chair I knew the answer to that whispered question. Recompense for the chewing gum on his cane. The short walk to his study was just long enough for that knot to appear below the rib cage.
My inner devil leapt out of my head and legged it down the corridor,arms flailing and screaming....I was on my own.
A playful rap da da rap rap....tap tap on his door was answered by,'come in Gary'. Blimey,he can see through doors now!
The first thing that definitely caught my attention as I entered, was the array of spanking implements arranged on his table. One in particular I had read about on his blog was a very long,dark wooded ruler. Yikes!!

My eyes lowered as he began his rhetoric on the reasons as to why I found myself in his study so early in the day. I could only answer with,'no sir' or 'yes sir', as all my courage had deserted me. I was resolved into accepting my fate.
Over his knee with trousers around my ankles,I was just thinking how kind he was to give me a warm up spanking, when my pants were peeled down after only four smacks. Then he began in earnest. Just how he can smack so hard I will never know,but my bum was stinging very quickly and the prospect of more to come was not cheering me up one bit.
I had just got to the 'ouch' stage when suddenly he stopped,ordered me to stand,then told me to bend over his table. The worrying bit came when he told me to shuffle further forward as he 'needed to get a full swing'.
I believe the saying is something like 'Hucking fell'. That nasty looking ruler as it turns out,is equally as nasty when it impacts your bottom. Unlike his cane strokes,these were coming thick and fast,even faster as he told me,'it was a very disgusting and disrespectful thing to do'. At least with the cane you get to choose the timing of the next one! Shit!
Finally..And satisfied that he had painted my bottom the correct shade of scarlet,he instructed me to dress and follow him back to class.
'Turn around and face the wall' he said as we entered the room.
'Now pull down your trousers and pants and show the class your bottom'.
'oooooooo', went the class,as well as one 'nice bum'.
Why thank you.
Several lessons later and my bottom having cooled somewhat,we were taking French. A subject that has never grasped me. And just because my fake snore happened to come during a sudden quiet period,I was sent out again....Rats..
Not at all surprised to see me,the headmaster introduced me to his new pal, Mr. Geoff.

Having tried that out,he then gave me fifteen strokes with the strap.(I forgot to count the first two),and then he gave me 'one for luck'....How kind.
So....The day was going well. All my classmates were extremely friendly and helpful,saying things like,'it was him sir!' or 'she did it!' I got to meet all the teaching staff personally,having put the t.v. on between lessons with the remote I'd found, (just before headmaster walked in). And I was the second best behaved pupil in the whole school.
The two worst behaved being 'Fluffy' and 'Pixie'. A pair of very naughty girls that even saints would have no patience with. And they were both PREFECTS. What chance did we stand? Mind you,the latter did have a very good singing voice,I wonder if she sings so sweetly whilst being spanked?
SO........
Lessons learnt were.......
The headmasters' ruler stings like a bastard.
Mr. Victors' hand stings even more than the headmasters does.
A slippering from the headmaster still heats my bottom enough to fry eggs on.
Mr. Dave tolerates NO talking at all in his lessons. (He's scary)
I still hate wooden paddles with a vengeance.
I love that strap smacking my bum.....yummy.
Fluffy and Pixie are not suitable roll models for us impressionable pupils and so should not be made prefects again.
Mr. Craig is a soft touch as he smokes behind the bike sheds with us. Hehe.
I still don't know any French....Merde !
And all the teachers,including the headmaster,are tone deaf as I was singing the wrong words to the end of school song and no one noticed..
    A fantastic day was had by all,great fun and many many laughs. But I may well find myself expelled.



All comments are welcome. Don't be shy...Be naughty.

P.S. I should explain the title.......After my second visit to the headmaster he warned me that should I be sent to him again within three minutes,I would be getting the cane....I bottled it....Regrets.

Back to school

I am soooo excited I cannot wait for the day to come. Yes, I am going to a school day soon and my headmaster will be presiding over the no doubt unruly pupils. Not me of course as I will be as quiet as a church mouse and will not get into trouble at all. Much to learn in so short a space of time.......

I.D. is doing star jumps.


Any comments more than welcome, don't be shy, be naughty.
Gary.

Headmasters' study revisited (a fantasy).

Many months had passed by since I last stood outside his study door, my heart pounding in my chest, I gave the door two knocks. No answer. I raised my clenched hand to knock again when the door opened and I pulled my hand down to my side.
 'Well well,  what do we have here? the headmaster asked rhetorically.
 'Come in boy,' his tone slightly softer than I had anticipated.
Standing as I was with head bowed and hands nervously held together behind my back, the long catalogue of infractions being read out to me made my stomach churn over as I knew what lay ahead. Indeed he had told me in no uncertain terms the last time, that I faced a severe thrashing should I be called to his study again  
 this year.
 'I'll waste no more of my time with you boy, get those trousers down and get over my desk', the tone much harsher now.
 'We'll start with twelve strokes of the strap boy, you know what to do,' he said as he lowered my pants.
Counting each one but being careful to give myself enough recovery time between strokes, we had reached 'ten sir,' when there came a knock at the door.
Not bothering to hide my modesty, the headmaster opened the door and in walked a pair of black stockinged legs. The clack of heels quite loud on the wood flooring. My view impaired by my position, the legs went out of sight behind me.
 'This is the miscreant boy Miss Jeanie, you can have his full attention as soon as I have finished with him.'
Oh crap! Miss Jeanie. The supply teacher on who's blackboard I wrote, 'Have lamp, will travel' under her name only yesterday. But surely she couldn't know it was me?
I was musing this as no: 11 arrived and made me jump and a little 'ouch' escaped.
Although it was hot and sore, especially where the end of the strap had struck, my bottom was not too painful. Yet.
 'Twelve sir, thank you sir', I said, a slight relief in the 'thank you sir' being noticeable.
 'Now, I have asked Miss Jeanie here to witness your caning today because I feel that she would benefit from seeing how we deal with boys like you. Boys that only understand corporal punishment.'
It was only an instinct, a feeling, but I could inwardly see Miss Jeanie smiling as headmaster said these words.
The swish of rattan cut the air as his footsteps got nearer and I clasped the desk top in readiness for the inevitable searing pain that was about to be imparted on my bare bottom.
 'Twelve strokes boy, do not forget to count!' he said as he tapped my left cheek lightly with his cane.
It always surprises me, the suddenness and then the increase in pain that a cane stroke brings. That almost uncontrollable urge to yelp as it hits home. Although it is impossible not to hold your breath for a few seconds as each burning stripe buries itself deeper and deeper into your bottom. Remembering the count can be equally difficult as your brain tries to deal with the assault of pain, nay agony, of twelve hard cane strokes.
 The sweat now trickled slowly down my forehead and my fingers becoming numb from unconsciously gripping the desk top, I had reached my limit of endurance by the eighth. My howls and pleads of  'please sir' completely ignored, the remaining strokes became a blur as the tears ran down each side of my nose.
 My rib cage palpably heaving and the tears and sweat now glistening in pools on the desk top, I lay my head to one side. It was over.
 The presence of Miss Jeanie forgotten, I eased myself upright and staggered slightly as I gingerly pulled up my pants. From behind her voice startled me and as I turned to face its' source, her words registered.
'Who told you to pull up your pants boy?'
Oh no, surely not, not more, please god.
It was at this point that the headmaster suddenly left the room, saying nothing.
Standing rather pathetically and now facing her, my hands instinctively infront of my groin, she instantly resembled a young Audrey Hepburn.

A fact I hadn't noticed until this moment. Sharp jawline and dark, very dark eyes. Jet black hair pulled back and tight against her head. My eyes barely able to meet hers, she took one step towards me.
'Well, I'm waiting,' her voice soft yet menacing.
'Please miss, my punishment is over, can I go now?'
Seemingly ignoring my answer, she half turned to her right, then with no warning or inkling, span back, her hand exploding a smack across my face. The buzz and sting appearing almost together on my left cheek. I tried to answer but my throat was blocked.
 'I know that it was you who wrote on my blackboard, so I will do a deal with you young man.' She continued, her dark eyes now ablaze with light.
 'You will take twelve more strokes of the cane now,' the emphasis being on 'now', 'or you will see me later at my home.'
The buzz in my left ear and the tears now appearing from the corners of my eyes made me hesitate. Her right hand ostensibly rising in slow motion, I quickly blurted out, 'later, later miss.'
 'Good boy,' her hand now dropping and a slight, yet unnerving smile played on her red lips.
Brushing past me and bending slightly over headmasters desk, she wrote something on a card then spinning round, handed it to me saying, 'eight o' clock sharp, do not be late.'
And with that, she lifted my downturned face with one finger under my chin, her eyes burning black.
    'Do not let me down!' her breath warm and close.


I.D. working overtime...........Gary.
    

Craving a spanking

I'm always amazed at the diversity of pictures and stories that appear on Spanking Bloggers. Being a regular browser has become almost a second hobby for me of late, although it will never replace my first...Well you can see why...

                                     
                                       Aaah, the lure of that elusive hole in one....
Now if anyone wants to turn this into a 'Complete the Caption' compo. they are more than welcome. I promise I won't compete.
So, what's on my mind ?
Well quite frankly it's betrayal, or more precisely the temptation of betrayal.
I'm a person that needs, nay craves discipline and at the moment I'm getting none at all. Very selfish of me, yes I know, and yet I feel cornered, alone.
Just talk to her I hear, yes I hear you but she is always somewhere else with either her mind or her presence. Always too busy or just not in the mood....
Only an hour away lies my solution and yet..........I daren't.
To misquote a scene from 'Robin Hood Prince of Thieves' 'I shall never fear my headmasters cane'. No, It's not MY pain that I fear, It's HERS.
The pain of betrayal.
   
  Oh, by the way, All comments are very welcome...Please don't be shy....Be naughty.   Gary.
                                                                 

Quite a year.

Interesting year to say the least. A large boat on it's side,

But this is what really happened.
Naughty girls.....
A less than large woman announcing her pregnancy, the revelation by the British press that Prince Harry is a normal bloke that likes women and alcohol (well bless my soul). The Olympics,the jubilee,the Ryder cup (woo hoo),the tennis U.S. open,the grand prix oh,and some bloke that finally decided to do something about his most hidden desires.Hi.
We've lost some monumental people this year such as Neil Armstrong and Sir Patrick Moore,but gained a few like Felix Baumgartner (the bloke that jumped from the edge of space).
How did he know that he was definitely going to go DOWN? Did he chuck a stone out first to see which way it went? And what would he have done had he seen it go sideways? Er Houston,we have a problem.....I mean,there's no sign post up there saying,'You are now entering space,please drive with care'.
And my favourite comedy show of the moment 'Mrs. Browns Boys'. Her/His theory on the Noah's ark story that it rained for forty days and forty nights and they called that a disaster, Well, she says, in Ireland we call that the feckin' summer.
Oh and of course,the end of the world that didn't happen....again.
So, what will 2013 bring us?
Will we finally learn that we can't solve Afghanistan's problems by force of arms,the Russians couldn't and they don't give a shit!
Will banning gun ownership in America stop the senseless violence on their streets? Ask that question to the mafia or the many hundreds of gangs within their towns and cities. We banned handgun ownership in 1997 and armed crime has gone up ever since.
Will the people of the world ever realise that ALL religions are just an unproved theory? (I know,dodgy ground).
Will the big bang theory relationship between Sheldon and Amy develop into a domestic discipline setting?
And more importantly, will my wife ever use that tawse I bought months ago to redden my bottom so much that it hurts to look at let alone sit on.
Questions as yet unanswered,but time will tell....
..Or will it?
               Happy New Year kindred spirits.

' I've got a good idea ' he said !

During break times all pupils must vacate the building unless a valid reason is given.
That's more or less what the rule about break times stated. But of course if it was raining or cold yours truly and his mates would find a nice cosy vacated classroom in which to hide in.
 Imagine if you would a scene from stalag luft or colditz. The camp guards patrolling the barbed wire fence with vicious dogs barking at the full length of their leads. That to us was the game. Now, replace guards with dinner ladies and the dogs with the much hated prefects [ spit ].
 An English secondary school is a vast array of corridors and classrooms, toilets and changing rooms. The latter two coming in very handy as all the dinner ladies were well, ladies. Not many would dare to venture into the boys toilets.
 Incidentally , on the subject of changing rooms , I would like to hereby thank the architect who was responsible for designing the girls changing room on behalf of hundreds if not thousands of grateful boys. An open doorway then a left turn past a wall , then a right turn past a wall from the opposite direction so that the entrant did an 'S' shape. Trouble was , the two walls didn't overlap and so a well positioned boy could see straight into the bowels of the changing room . That's where I saw my first naked boobies! Failing that you could climb up on the flat roof and look through the skylight , which was permanently open to vent steam.
 Any way , back to colditz.
This particular day four of us had dodged the guards but had chosen a room at the very end of the corridor . No back way out . Only one thing to do was hide in the cupboards .
 I must have chosen three of the noisiest , stupidest and giggliest friends I could find. Within minutes we were apprehended and marched to the staff room .
 Mr Williams was a very tall daunting figure to any grown man let alone to us mere 2nd years. As deputy head he dealt with miscreant boys in a very firm fashion . Therefore , it was a major shock to be sent outside and made to sit on the lower playground wall for the duration of break time.
 A huge relief.
 As I stated earlier, my friends lacked a lot of common sense and so it shouldn't have surprised me when after ten minutes or so one of them wanted to go to the tuck shop because he was hungry. We had missed dinner but the money could buy lots of sweets.
 Deciding a trip through the corridor was too risky , we snuck around the school boundary to cross the road and home safe. Trouble was we had to pass the staff room window. Yep, no one had thought of that.
 Out flung the window and a ' YOU BOYS !' was bellowed at us by a clearly slightly peeved deputy head. Oh crap !
 Lined up outside his study the three of us could clearly hear the smack of slipper hitting number fours' backside. An occasional yelp told us we were in the shit , big time.
 As last man , I had to suffer the gut ache for the longest which grew and grew with every exiting , crying boy frantically rubbing his backside with both hands.
 That ' let's get this over with ' feeling relieved my stomach a little as I entered his study , but returned immediately he barked ' Bend over and touch your toes boy!'
 Anyone who has had a cold slippering will appreciate just how much it hurt. The first two were full swing strikes shared on each buttock. Thereafter he covered every inch of my bottom with regular measured smacks. The burn grew rapidly to a scolding hot which had to be endured till he decided when to stop as there was no count to be made. I don't know what shoe size his slipper was but judging by his height I'd say about a twelve as he could spank both cheeks at once with a little manoeuvring. My yelps came with the first impact on the top of the thigh. 'Shit that hurts, I can't take much more of this ' Blub.
 Finally I was dismissed and found that straightening upright only increased the pain in my bum and so I quickly headed out of his study and straight down the corridor to the nearest boys toilets.
 Plug in , cold tap on full pelt while I yanked down my trousers and pants.
 ' Fuck , my arse hurts.' I thought as I tried to immerse it into way too small a basin.
 ' I wonder where the other guys went to ?'
 ' And which classroom shall we hide in tomorrow ?'
   Some kids will never learn , Hi , my name is Gary......