 “The English Vice,” by Ian Gibson, provides a scholarly overview of chastisement in Victorian England. Sadly, the book disappoints — at least if you’re a connoisseur of the correction of errant young females rather than the regular brutal flagellations of public school boys, convicts and the like. Schoolgirl thrashings — titillating though they may be [...] . . . → Read More: Interlude … The Headmaster stared unhappily at bared behind of the girl standing in the corner. The new girl, the unexpectedly early visitor; well, he’d known the peephole was there, in fact he’d been the one who’d seen to the rumors of its presence. So in some sense he’d only himself to blame for the discovery of [...] . . . → Read More: The Bicycle (Part 3) The chest was surprisingly light; even so, Brittany found it impossible to move quietly. Whether or not the resulting sounds carried to the other room she didn’t know; still, even the thought of being heard — unlikely as it was over the screams and the noise of the machine as it operated — filled her [...] . . . → Read More: The Bicycle (Part 2) Since it lacked two wheels it was not strictly a bicycle. Everyone knew this, including the headmaster — who had constructed it after all — but, even with that knowledge, the term “bicycle” stuck. Or rather, The Bicycle, in capital letters, always whispered from one girl to another in hushed tones. “He says I have [...] . . . → Read More: The Bicycle Words are sometimes best expressed in their original form, so let the audio speak for itself. I should note that the person you hear has an upcoming punishment session that, alas for her, will also be recorded. [click here for audio] © mrstrict1@aol.com. This material is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any form [...] . . . → Read More: Corrections Past and Present You haven’t been a good girl, I’m sad to say. And i think you know that – no, Daddy… i haven’t behaved lately You didnt write your lines for example. and that doesn’t make me happy. – i was supposed to… and disobeyed… And you need to be punished for that. – yes Daddy, i [...] . . . → Read More: The Lines A piece of cake sits on a small rolling table, close enough for her to see the icing glinting in the pool of afternoon sunlight coming in through a gap in the curtains, close enough for her to smell the pieces of sugar encrusting its exterior. Her mouth waters, the saliva pools against her dry [...] . . . → Read More: A Piece of Cake I’d taken her to the back room at the party, the smaller of the bedrooms now that I think about it, probably the guestroom, since there was no sign of regular occupancy. We’d arrived late, the festivities were already well underway and, under cover of the noise and the gaiety, I decided that a bit [...] . . . → Read More: The Lady or the Tiger? She enters the room for the first time and is struck by the complete absence of furniture apart from two stools, one tall, one short. From where she’s standing in the open doorway she can see into the large adjacent bathroom, equipped only with a toilet and a sink with a closed cabinet underneath. She [...] . . . → Read More: The Mirror Most of the videos I’ve seen are not my reality or even my fantasy. They leave nothing to the imagination. Whether or not your writings are true, they certainly do that for me, leave a great deal for me to imagine. But I wonder, what happens to the fantasy when it becomes reality? Can it [...] . . . → Read More: The Second Meeting |
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