Spanked on a Park Bench

I have let nearly the entire month of October slip by without a single blog post! Shame on me!

It's not for lack of material -- living with a spanko, I have more material from the past few months than I have ever been able to amass in my entire life before moving in :D

What is it then? Perhaps it could do with the fact that I am not online nearly as much as I used to be... Besides spending more time furthering my career, I am also no longer constantly looking for ways to fill other needs... I have everything I could ever dream of asking for right here :D

It is truly a pleasure, whenever I can, to share this journey with people who enjoy hearing about it.

Thank you for being such a patient, gracious audience, as I find a new rhythm for living and posting about a spanking journey that has taken a very positive turn :D

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Walking around outside in the twilight hours with a Top can be a very dangerous thing. Especially if you yourself happen to be a Bottom or Spankee. And you happen to be walking around a rather deserted park. With benches. And plenty of tree cover.

Let me show you what happens:

Ladies and Gentlemen, I can assure you, I speak from experience. :D

This very thing happened to me not more than a few weeks ago, when the weather was still mostly hospitable but brisk enough to keep most people indoors as the sun left the sky.

There we were, strolling through the neighborhood park, quite aware of being all alone.

Passing by one bench -- quite close to the entrance.

Passing by another -- still in plain view of the cars zipping by on the street.

Approaching a third bench -- tucked away in the quiet trees of the park, facing away from the street, away from the empty playground on the other side of the green, protected from the view of backyards by rows of tall bushes and branches of leaves.

A pause.

A look -- exchanged.

We are both thinking one thing. Although I am feeling nervous and anxious and giddy all at once.

He is just giddy. :D


Before I can think too much, I am already being pulled toward the bench. In one fluid motion he sits down and guides me over his lap, ignoring my verbal protestations and frantic glancing around to make absolutely positively undeniably sure that we are without a doubt inescapably and totally alone.

SMACK!

Already his hand is coming down on the seat of my jeans -- hard and fast and without any regard for the sound that must be echoing all through the park right now.

SMACK! SMACK!

Suddenly my jeans are coming down and it's all I can do to keep from crying out, not wanting to draw any attention whatsoever from the surrounding brush. Even the flowers blooming so brightly nearby should turn away and hide their colors, in my opinion. No eye should be drawn in this direction!

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Now he is spanking me over my panties, my face beet red, the sound of his hand on my skin amplified by the lack of thick cloth to muffle each smack.

As quick as it began, it is over. My pants come back up, and I scurry to sit up next to him and hide my face in his chest. Terrified to look around to see if even a single living soul has ventured within the park in the last 45 seconds.

He is chuckling, stroking my hair and holding me, safe in his knowledge that I will soon look up at him with my face shining, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Once I calmed down, and was assured that we were in fact alone the whole time, we decided to take some pictures in order to solidify a shared memory of the event. It was, in effect, the first time he had truly spanked me outdoors, and as we planned to add to that a great many more times, remembering the first was special for us.

He took off his hat, and we set it on the bench right where he had been sitting. We snapped the photo above, and now every time we walk by that bench, day or night, alone or in public, we will both smile and remember :D

Happy Day :D

For the past few birthdays, I have been transitioning into that state of being where suddenly -- even though it really happens slowly and surely , bu you know how years can seem sudden once you actually stop and take a look - where suddenly, one's birthday becomes less about "growing up, " and more about growing forward. Less about monumental changes and milestones like becoming a "teenager," getting braces, or graduating high school, and more about recognizing both the big and the little things that have come to pass in the last year which led you to where you are now.

It used to be that growing a year older meant that I was losing baby teeth, or entering a new grade in school, or legally permitted to consume alcohol, or going off to college. Even turning 23, it meant that I had graduated college, and was moving across the country to enter graduate school.

This year, as I ebb ever nearer and nearer to accomplishing a full quarter of my life, I have weathered and grown from many changes. The difference is, these are changes presented to be by life, rather than guided my way by our cultural age-appropriate milestones. I have fallen in love, and begun a partnered journey that feels so new to me, and yet so familiar. I have stumbled upon a spanking community that is more perfect than anything I could ever have imagined, and I have opened the door to "the real world" after 20 years of being in classes year-round, finding challegens and opportunities that I never even knew existed. Oh, and I got a smart-phone. About time, right? :D

I know there will still be many age-related changes coming my way -- next year I will be able to rent a car without the additional "you are still in the: Statistically-proven-to-drive-like-you-just-got-your-license-yesterday age-bracket" insurance-related fee. In many more years I may find myself smack in the middle of a mid-life crisis.

But this year, it is nice to realize that I am in charge of making my own changes now.


So far, I think I've been doing pretty darn good :D

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Any grammatical errors in the above text are the responsibility of my iPhone -- even though I didn't use it to write this post... hehe :-)

Back on Track

Okay, so perhaps re-writing an entire post from scratch -- one that had already been slaved over and completed and published and even commented on before it was so unfairly lost -- was a little too daunting for me.

I can't stand it when that happens -- when a completed work is suddenly gone. When I complete something, it is because I have put literally hours of time and more than hours of energy and thought into it.

With my blog, each post is like a work of art to me -- so to be faced with having to completely redo one that had already been done was just not working.

Instead, I will switch gears, and share with you some of the major changes that have taken place in my life in the last three weeks, before launching back into the saga of the oh-so-long-ago-now spanking weekend. :D

Firstly, dear readers, after a conglomeration of serendipitous and otherwise highly fortunate events, I have found myself in the loving arms of a partner, every bit a spanko as I am, and we are in the process of taking our first steps in making a journey through life together.

It is an enormous change for me -- many enormous changes -- but it is what I have been looking for, waiting for... He is what I have been hoping to find in a partner -- in someone to share life with. What we have feels like the natural next step in both of our lives -- something to be mutually beneficial and grow as we grow together.


I hope to be writing many more entries detailing the adventures we have -- to start, I will detail for you our very first spanking game, as engineered by our own (mostly his) ingenuity right on the spot! :D

It was evening, some hours before we would both collapse into bed...

In order to be successful the following morning, I needed to find the clothes that I would wear and lay them out so that I wouldn't have to spend half an hour trying to find them when we would already be rushed.

Having already flopped down into bed, I was less than enthusiastic about having to get up and rummage around for clothes.

"What kind of motivation do you need?" By the glint in his eyes, we both knew exactly what was on his mind. To my look of intrigued surprise, he nearly grinned. "Two with the hairbrush for every minute that it takes you?"

My mind reeled -- hairbrushes are by far not my favorite implement...
"I get to keep my jeans on?"

"Yes. Time starts now."


I fling off the bed, and go scuffling around through my things to find what I need for the morning. He makes a good show of not watching, either me or the clock, and nonchalantly minding his own business as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening...

It only took me 2 minutes to find what I needed and lay it out. TWO minutes, dear readers. Who was motivated??

I was so proud of myself for having only earned four strokes with an implement I disliked, and over my jeans! Easy! I had thought it would have taken me closer to ten minutes! Flashes of 20 strokes with the hairbrush cross my mind as he bends me over the side of the bed, and an involuntary I cringe sweeps over my face.

Twenty would be particularly horrible with one of the hairbrushes we have, a heavier one that packs a hard thud -- the one that I am sure he must have gone to get... The one I'm sure he has in his hand behind his back as he approaches me from behind...

Seeing me craning around trying to catch a glimpse of which hairbrush he has chosen, his grin widens and he engages with my curiosity, "How many hairbrushes do we have?"

"Five..."

"Can you describe them?"

"The purple one, the pink one, the little wooden one with ridges in the back, the dark wooden one with a black rubber handle, and the heavier fake-wooden one..."

"Very good."

But he doesn't tell me or show me which he has picked! Little did I know, a dark twist had entered his mind when he realized it had only taken me two minutes, and he presents me with a choice:

"How about double or half?"

Before I can think too much about the math, he continues, easing his new idea into my good graces, "You guess which hairbrush I have, and if you guess wrong, that doubles your number of strokes to 8 -- but then when you guess right, it's back down to 4 again, and so on."

Hmmm...

Remind me, dear readers, never to play math games with this tricksy brainy gentleman. Very treacherous waters!

As I myself had been surprised at the small number of strokes I'd earned, I didn't see the harm in adding in a little risk -- so I agreed. Do you remember which hairbrush I was so sure he had picked?

That wasn't it! I guessed wrong! Suddenly my little four-strokes were, in fact, eight, and I was at a loss -- how could that not have been the one he picked? He knew it was going to be over my jeans, so he wouldn't have picked one of the lighter ones!

My next guess proved wrong, too. Not the purple one we both love -- 16 strokes!

Sixteen strokes! What just happened??

Suddenly I didn't want to play the game anymore, but he held me to my commitment and bid me keep guessing -- apparently the limit to my guesses was five, the number of hairbrushes it could possibly be.

My next guess proved wrong a THIRD time (not the pink one!), and now I was looking at a whopping 32 strokes with the hairbrush over my jeans, from what started as only 4! If I got it wrong again, my total would double to be 64, and my only saving grace would be the last and final guess, the only hairbrush left, that would take me back down to 32.

Here it was, the difference between knocking my total down from 32 to 16 by getting this guess right, or bouncing all the way up to 64 if I got it wrong. Thankfully, my intuitive sense kicked in (finally!) and I got it right -- the wooden one with the rubber handle.


Phew!

16 strokes, and not 32. Still, 16 is four times what I was going to get originally! Serves me right for playing such a dangerous game!

Here's to many more games to come, in our spanking future :D

Blogger Down!

Hi All!

Apparently Blogger is having some serious issues right now, and ate my latest post (Chapter 3 of my spanking weekend adventure!) It will take me a few days to re-write (or maybe Blogger will be nice enough to restore it??? Please???) -- So in the meantime, please enjoy an intermission and this lovely little photo of a studious young lady, who is also surely working away on her next journal entry! :D:D

Learning to Dance in the Rain

"It took so long just to feel alright,

Remember how to put, back the light, in my eyes...
But I have grown too strong,
To ever fall back in your arms...
Who do you think you are?
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
Tearing love apart...
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me,
Don't come back at all..."

~Christina Perri, from "Jar of Hearts"

I'm afraid this will be a rather different kind of post, dear readers.

It will uplifting and empowering, because it is about learning enough truth about a damaging past experience to be able to move on, completely and fully, once and for all. But it will also be painful, challenging, and rife with conflicting emotions -- as any journey through the dark places of one's life will be, until finally emerging in the bright light of knowledge and forgiveness at the other end.

I am no longer angry -- neither with myself, for falling so blindly into his trap, nor with him, for deliberately setting it and, knowingly, watching me fall.

I am no longer an empty shell, stripped of my right to an identity of my own -- I have had years to fill up again, with laughter, love, and purpose. With the happiness and strength of friends, family, and lovers... With my own light and exceedingly fulfilling life.

I am no longer confused or disillusioned -- I know now, more than ever, what truth lurked behind his mask, what may have driven him to do what he did, what made me an ideal target.

I accept, wholeheartedly, that I do not need to know why -- it does not matter -- I no longer have to try to rationalize what he did to me, nor how I let it happen. What matters is that I learn, and that I let go.

I am no longer frightened -- I know now, from years of highly positive experiences, that I can be safe and happy in the arms of a dominating man who will not overstep his boundaries in wielding his power over me, who will always respect me as a fellow, equal human being, even as we venture deep into the recesses of domination and submission.

I am no longer weak -- I can see now, the warning signs. I can trust my own finer-tuned instincts and judgments with confidence. I am strong enough, now, to let go -- to trust, to open up, to allow myself the vulnerability that part of me so dearly craves, knowing that I have the tools now to pick myself up and still be me, should I happen to fall again. Knowing that I am my own person, completely and without question, independent of my experiences, positive or negative.

I am no longer trapped -- I am free. My strings are cut, the dark cloud of doubt and derision has flown. I may not be flying high among the stars all the time, but the horizon stretches before me and I am free to create my own journey, no longer slave to the past, no longer slave to him, no longer slave to the guilt and shame I once owned, in a memory.

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain."

Demon --

I am

no longer

yours.

Not in body, not in mind, not in spirit.

I am letting you go -- your grip over me no longer holds, because I have forgiven you, and I have moved on.

"I am the Master of my Fate,
I am the Captain of my Soul."*

I am happy, I am loved, I am strong, I am free.

Thank you, for all you have taught me, and peace be with you, always.

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*From "Invictus," by William Ernest Henley.

Spanking: The Ultimate Motivator?

Does spanking really improve productivity?

I think it definitely depends...! :D

Do the spankee and spanker have a mutually benefiting, respectful, and honest relationship, for example? Have the conditions and boundaries of the situation been carefully planned and agreed upon by both parties?

Michael from "The Office," ever the motivating innovator, put this question to the test one day in his own work setting, leading to quite intriguing behavioral changes in his staff... : )

R _ d / _ o t t _ m

Can any of you wonderfully clever people guess what naughty two-word combo I happened to type into Google image search recently, which yielded results like these...??








Certainly not "catty shoes"... or "filigree boxes"... or "naughty nurses"...

:D I'll give you a hint...

This one, a gem of a find, very nearly hit the spot... :D

Happy Birthday :D

Today is a wondrous day -- my birthday! :D


No spankings as of yet, but I shall keep you posted... =) Meanwhile, please enjoy the delightful little postcard I found above, as published by David C. Cook in 1909. My we spankos go back quite a ways, don't we? :D

Searching for the Kink-Friendliest Apartment :D

Little did my land-lord know.... :D

Phew! *flops down on the futon and cuddles with the laptop*

All moved in! I must say, schlepping across country in a caravan of vehicles to move me into grad-school was quite a trip! :D But now everything is in, all the dust has settled, and I am cozily happy in my new surroundings.

Although I won't be posting any pictures, I will provide you with a brief list of reasons why this apartment, above all the others I viewed and considered, meshed so well with my particularly kinky interests:

1) It is off the beaten track of the main building: I am on a corner, in a wing of the building, with no-one in apartments on either of two walls -- these are outer walls of the building, since I'm in a corner apartment.

2) The apartment directly across the hallway from me is vacant, and will be for quite a while, as construction is taking place there for at least the next few months. (Added bonus: construction = more noise clutter :D)

3) The people in the apartment next to mine, sharing a wall, will be moving to a bigger apartment elsewhere within the month. The wall that we do share is the kitchen wall, reinforced with concrete, and therefore I have discovered simply from being here a few days that it is quite difficult to hear much from inside their apartment.

4) The ceilings are high -- 11 feet -- and again, the floors and ceilings are reinforced concrete, making it almost impossible for me to hear anything from the apartment above me, which means that the apartment below me won't be able to hear much, either :D

5) Not only do I have a nifty little column (perfect for leaning up against, being tied to, etc... :D) in the middle of my studio-style room, but I also have waist-high tables provided to me by the owndership, and four high, wide, easily-coverable but still conspicuously present windows : )

And there you have it! A perfectly safe environment (or at least, the best I could find, and not too shabby at that!) for the continued practice of my kinky ways... :D

Let the games begin!!

P.S. Not to mention, I've also been able to procure some sturdy armless chairs (aka, folding chairs :D), and a nicely innocuous place to store all of my kinky materials...

Image courtesy of Ozone Productions

One Year Anniversary!

My Dear Readers!

Don your fancy suits and pearls and ties and stockings: It's time for a party!! : )

Today marks the one-year anniversary of the first time I ever posted an entry to this blog -- my formative steps upon entering the spanking blogosphere :D

And what an amazing year it has been!

I have grown so much (more than I could have thought possible!) over this past year, and looking back through my writings here I can see where I came from, more clearly where I may be headed, and the lovely experiences that have taken me thus far :D

From the beginning my blogging journey, I have since graduated college, and am now moving on to the next step of the American education system: Grad School. I will still be a very busy (and hopefully very well-spanked!) college student for at least the next two years!! : )

Thanks to this blog, I have also learned many new things beyond the reaches of school (like how much a bath-brush can really hurt :D, and what sub-space really does feel like...), and I have made many wonderfully fantastic friends, both on and offline : )

So here's to many more exciting adventures from spanking blogs around the world, and may we all continue to read and to write and to spank (or be spanked) heartily and happily!

:D Hugs and happy spanks to everyone!

Waiting...

At this very moment, I am enduring the wait before the inevitable. :D

This time, like many times before, it is a very enjoyable wait, for what promises to be a very enjoyable experience. : ) Other times, it has been a wait full of not only a certain amount of enjoyable excitement, but also deliciously sinister foreboding (alright, perhaps not quite "sinister," but close enough!)

"You just wait until we get home, young lady."

*shiver*

How about you? Do you like that feeling of waiting? That anticipation building up inside you, until there are so many butterflies you feel as if at any moment you might just float away?

Standing in a small line, or all alone, outside the Headmaster's heavy oak study door, hearing the cane swish through the air and crack as it lands in chastisement of the victim sent or called in before you...

Receiving text messages all day long about the spanking that you're going to get later that night... Waiting all week for a meeting that you know will be full of kinky fun and frivolity...

Or would you rather just have it over with? :D

Perhaps, a little of both...? : )

Fashionista Troublemakers

If I had wildly bright pink hair, I think I might run around town looking something like this:

(Alright, perhaps I would only dream of being so bold, but it's a nice idea, right? :D)

There are so many things going on in this lovely illustration by Ekaterina Matveeva that I just had to post! It speaks so vividly to my Victorian/Steampunk debaucherous sense of kinky high-fashion..

We'll go from bottom to top: the impossibly
high heels; the lovely thigh-high stockings (one of which is argyle!!); the cherub/cupid/satyr creature in a fashionable top-hat along along with pocket-watch, and the rather bold little T-shirt exclaiming "Arrest Me"...

The small hand-gun poking precariously out of the top of one girl's stockings, which are of course held up by a clearly visible pair of garters... "5ex" tattooed onto the other girl's clearly visible bottom cheek *blush*, peeking out from under an impossibly short, plaid, pleated skirt...


Both girls are wearing corsets, one of which looks like it could pop open at any moment, and the other proudly displaying the highly recognizable British flag :D

The three leather, buckled arm-bracers
on the left girl's forearm, rather punkish but also reminiscent of bondage... Speaking of which, don't fail to notice
the cage slung onto the other girl's arm... The ribbons flying everywhere, the devil horns accenting the batgirl-like face mask...

I get the feeling that there are a lot of hidden images and metaphors and references in this piece, as well, pertaining to Great Britain and British fashions and what-not -- perhaps some of my dear readers from overseas would be kind enough to enlighten those of us less familiar with the ways and currents of English fashion? :D

Partner in Crime

Sometimes, it can be a little overwhelming to step into new or slightly stressful situations alone... : ) especially if you are a shy spankee, and happen to be stepping into a situation which involves anything at all to do with spanking, or overcoming shyness, or managing mischief in hopes of getting caught, etc...

Not to mention, having the company of a partner in crime (aka innocence) always makes for an enjoyable experience, for all parties involved.

You can stick together and offer helpful defenses for questionable behavior, or choose instead to playfully throw each other under the bus, so to speak... :D You can offer and receive comfort or encouragement -- you can hold hands and take your spanking together, or standby each in turn to show your support by watching, perhaps commenting, perhaps mentioning how much you can see, or how hard (or, if you're feeling mischievous, how light) you think your poor friend's spanking seems to be...) ;D

(Artwork by Igor & Andre, not linking to avoid unwittingly shocking the alluring artists)

All-in-all, I think it would be a very special experience to share these kinds of endeavors with a like-minded "partner in crime."

The presence of a friend who is willing to share such kinky adventures also tends to help you both ease into potentially daring activities, which might be infinitely more difficult to undertake as a single entity, unaided and out on a limb...

Take, for example, the lovely pair below -- how sweet of them to offer each other such support :D I know that I would definitely appreciate a friend's help, if I happened to find myself in a similarly compromising situation... wouldn't you? : )

Conundrums...

So, I'm a feminist, I suppose. Or at least something to that effect, if we're moving into a day and age where I don't have to be called a feminist to believe in equal rights and opportunities for both genders, and that one gender should not have to act or look more like the other in order to gain power, and that neither gender should be made to fit into socially-constructed gender roles by threat of losing social acceptability...

And yet... I melt when I can trust a man enough to be dominated by him.

And then... as if being dominated wasn't enough... to be spanked by him...

Talk about subjugation and humiliation and gender divide...! : ) And yet, that's what I want... For me personally, anyway...

This issue has been talked about and written about many times before. How do I reconcile this absolute knowledge that gender is equal -- in ideology, anyway, which is not always reflected in actual societal reality -- and yet that I personally find it so invigorating to submit to male dominance? Granted, I also have no problem submitting to female dominance, but for some reason it just doesn't hold the same zing for me... Possibly because I'm mostly heterosexual, and because the feeling is a very sexually-charged one, in my case... :D

Perhaps the way I get around a bit of it is by specifying that it's a very personal thing -- I don't by any means subscribe to any beliefs involving the general subjugation of women and overall dominance of men -- no way... So in that sense, I can claim personal preference. Although, at the same time, I don't feel comfortable submitting in every aspect of my life, nor allowing the rest of the world to know how I feel...

I would be really interested to hear from others about their take on this kind of thought... Both men and women, who enjoy either dominating or submitting to either gender...

BIRTHDAY!

Happy Birthday to me!! :D "It's my birthday and I'll get spanked if I want to..." (I hope you know the song reference, because otherwise, you'll just think that I go around singing this on my birthday, and I assure you, that's not the case... :D )

I am now a ripe old 22 as of today! :D And although I don't plan on getting spanked for it tonight, there is still the weekend... : ) *evil grin*

Happy Birthday to all those out there whose birthday is today as well, and happy spanking! :D

Subspace... ?

A recent email group discussion has sparked my interest in the topic of subspace.

It's been a rather vague concept, in my experience, and seems to be quite different for each person who feels they have journeyed thither.

I've never been, that I know of, but all the same, I don't need to feel it to believe it. : ) People write about it being that point where one can begin to take the pain and turn it into pleasure, or that threshold which, once crossed, leads to foggy oblivion. Most of the time, it seems, subspace is said to be reached through an intense, constant, rhythmic endurance of pain or other sensory stimulation... This makes sense to me, physically and mentally. I don't think, however, that it would be a physical journey for me, where I ever to undertake it.

Although I've never experienced it, something about it's description leaves me sure that it would require a mental intensity for me, rather than physical (or perhaps, as well as physical...). This may just be due to the fact that I don't think I could or would want to undergo the purely physical agony that it would take to get there... but somehow, I don't think it's just that...

The mental aspect to spanking or D/s play has always been paramount to me. And I say 'always' with the understanding that I'm still very new and thus my 'always' is not nearly as vast as many of yours will be... :)

I do know that if I'm kneeling on a bed taking stripes from some deplorable instrument, it is infinitely harder for me to handle if the experience is not intertwined with some mental aspect -- it can be as simple as words that he might say to me -- something as small as being called 'naughty,' or hearing 'I hope I'm getting through to you'... something as easy as having to count each one... Some kind of understanding that I am somehow under mental submission to my partner's dominance -- in more ways than just receiving physical pain.

This makes me believe that if I were ever to attempt to reach 'subspace,' it would have to be through the mental intensity of a scene, rather than only the physical. I don't know exactly what would or would not work, however... perhaps delving very deeply into a character (like a student or a niece... I've never role-played, either! :D), or perhaps it would require a certain level of emotional attachment as well...

What are others' thoughts on this? Does anyone else need more mental rather than physical stimulation? Or do most people find it easier the other way around? What works best for you? And for those normally on the other end, what kinds of things, how do you feel about your play partner reaching subspace? How do they get there? : )

Exhibitionism

As is typical during the long evenings I spend alone, studying, researching graduate schools, job searching, etc... Often my online ventures will stray into slightly less productive but highly entertaining and much more fulfilling activities...

One such venture led me to the picture above last night, which set me off right away. :D

I'd like to go through the more specific elements of this find that particularly affected me -- please feel free to add your own thoughts on the matter! :)

#1: (in no particular order) The Classroom Setting
Not only is it in a public rather than private sphere (even if the classroom is empty), but it allows for an automatic positioning of two distinct and specified roles: an authority and a non-authority. Many different kinds of scenes do this. :D I particularly fall for the school/classroom settings because those were my original fantasies, when any other setting for spanking or corporal punishment (that wasn't parental) simply wasn't yet conceivable to my very young and inquisitive mind. Of course, those original daydreams were taking place in private Headmasters' studies or offices, not in open classrooms as is shown here... :D

#2: She's Smiling
Yes, fine, it's unrealistic, because I know full well that if I were in her position, particularly having to face that ruler, I wouldn't be smiling quite like that. But it's pretend :D And it does let me know that she is, in fact, somewhere deep down, enjoying herself, and that helps very much to take away the scary/disappointing/downer aspects of a punishment scene. It's playful (despite his rather serious expression), and as such can be taken with a lighter heart and a brighter attitude.

#3: Realistic Age Gap
The artist here definitely made efforts to illustrate a certain age difference between the teacher and student -- yet not to an exaggerated amount (don't get me wrong, I will go for exaggerated age difference, as well :D). For me personally, in fantasy worlds, my authoritarians are always older -- at least older than I am. And, realistically, in a teacher-student relationship at the high school level, at least a few years should have transpired between the two roles. There's something about an older man that I just find irresistibly attractive -- not to say that a younger man wouldn't catch my eye if he had the characteristics for which I were looking, but something about him being older just makes it easier, I suppose :D

#4: Exhibitionism
Now, this is the tricky one, for me. I'm very shy. I'm a very private person. But if I had to pick one thing about this picture that really got me, it would be the fact that she is bare, and bent forward over the front of his desk with her back to the rest of the (empty or not) classroom (even if that is his own desk chair and not a classroom chair behind her, which it could be, we'll just pretend that his chair is actually out of view on the side closest to us). It has me shivering, and my heart gallivanting... He is lifting her skirt, she can feel the cool air on her bare skin, and it's day-time in a semi-public place... WHY is that so enrapturing?? :D There is a fine line here which I am always so wary of crossing -- between good, clean, highly arousing fun, and absolute mortification... In the realm of fantasy, I'm always safe... But translating this into real life always constitutes a sticky situation for me... in more ways that one... :)

Hoo Goes There?

Please let me/us know who you are/how you work/what you like/how you came to be here...! (aliases and pen-names are A-Okay :D)

Leave a comment with anything you'd like to share about yourself, your life, your thoughts -- I can't wait to meet you! :D

What Fun!

Some very cool sites (Shabby Blogs and Leaves of Time) have helped to make this one an aesthetic success -- I would recommend both to any new bloggers, or anyone looking to spruce up an older endeavor! :D

I have to say I'm quite pleased with the way this one has turned out so far... now to actually start writing! What's a blog without content, hmm? :D

By the way, you should know from the very beginning, dear friend, that I use smileys to no end :) Please find it in your heart to accept them as the normal flow of my punctuation, or simply ignore them and mentally insert your own mood's face instead. No end to the entertainment value found within!

You should also know that I am an avid Harry Potter fan (thus the blog title), that I love playing/listening to/anything related to music, and that kink (specifically spanking, or, more specifically, being spanked) is one of the many, varied and deeply-embedded facets of my personality. :D

I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing, and let your imagination soar!

And the mischief begins...

Well, when I say "mischief managed," perhaps that means it's only just starting... :D

Here's to having a safe place to think, to write, and, eventually, to connect! :)