Self Spanking, A well deserved punishment.

Self Spanking.

Yes I administered a self spanking on Tuesday,

as a punishment for bad driving,

I had a lapse of concentration a couple of months ago,

did several pounds worth of damage to the bodywork,

lucky no one else involved and no injuries,

just to my bank account,

and there I go allmost doing the same daft thing again,

when I got home I was livid,

decided I needed a wake up call,

alone in the house , I made plans to punish my self.

quickly before I bottled it,

I fetched a thin whippy cane from the back of the Dyson cupboard,

Finding a suitable place for my caning,in the spare room,

I was still dressed in my work outfit,

white blouse and black trousers,

I undid my trousers and slid them down to rest around my ankles,

I bent over the back of a chair,

my small black cotton panties were tightly stretched across my ample bottom,

grasping the instument of correction in my right hand,

I began lashing it down on my barely covered bottom,

it was arkward Im not as supple as I was,

but I managed about twenty fairly hard whacks,

well at least Id tried to teach myself a lesson,

putting the cane away,it seemed a pretty feeble effort,

but a couple of hours later I was feeling a bit sore,

of course I had a look,

there were bruises on both of my cheeks,

one on the right was turning a nasty looking purple colour,

and now two days later Im still feeling a little sore when I sit,

so my attempt at punishment was more successful than I thought,

thank god I wasnt caned my some big strong man,

I dont think I could stand that sort of treatment.

take care and drive carefully,(I will,ouch!)

love Katie x.


















































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My little avatar,

In my Wrangler jacket and tiny white linen mini-skirt.

I was a crowd pleaser in those days.

love you all. x

Now What,,,A Sound Spanking Sixties Style.

                                         Now What ?

Back to the sixties

Get in here now Kathleen,  oh oh..Kathleen, that sounds ominous,

what now mum? dont adopt that tone with me you little madam,

Im just about sick of your impudence,

get upstairs right now Im going to teach you a lesson you wont forget in a hurry,

I trotted quickly to my room, my younger sister was sprawled on the bed,

you get down stairs now,

Maria jumped up and scuttled away, she didnt need to be told twice,

unlike me who could be belted black and blue and still make my daft gob go

the next day,

any chance of knowing what Im supposed to have done this time,

at fourteen barely five foot tall,and stocky build,( some said unkindly),

I stood arms akimbo, still in my school blouse and micro mini skirt,

pouty look on my chubby face,

oh how my poor mum must long to wipe the smirk off my insolent face.

well she could try,

by now mum was standing tapping the slipper on the palm of her hand,

Katie, she spoke softly,

Ive got two choices, either I let you do as you like and ignore it,

or I at least attempt to instil some discipline in you,

so as long as your under this roof Im going to do my duty,

so come here now you little minx.

she had sat on the edge of the bed, she indicated for me to lay across her lap.

I did as I was told, I allways accepted my punishment.

twack!wack!ouch!eeech! my mum began spanking my pantie clad bottom,

six hard spanks to the centre of my well rounded bum,

I didnt suffer in silence,I yelled and screamed,

my spanking continued,

the centre of my left cheek recieved six stingers then the left,

I was sobbing, now,tears flowing from my reddened eyes,

then it was over mum pulled me to my feet,

she was speaking, but I wasnt listening to a word,

all my concentration on my poor sore bottom,

with a final word mum left and I lay face down on the bed sobbing,

the well made daughter,,,but for how long,,

Profile photo.

Hi of course its not me,not now! not ever, I borrowed it from Hot Redheads,
reminded me of Sheila a friend from school in the sixties,
a lovely girl,twelve or thirteen when we met,she had a shapeless mass of ginger hair and freckles it goes without saying,
she was about six months older than me ,
then one day I saw this great looking girl, hair in a great Vidal Sasson style cut
and a really short yellow mini dress,
it was my friend Sheila, wow, you look wonderful,I gushed.
thanks Katie she replied,
of course I had so many questions, yes she had a boyfriend, she got a load of grief off her mum about her short skirts, stopping out late,etc. etc.
but she was young and full of fun,
I felt even more the ugly duckling in my baggy knee length,brown corduroy skirt and jumper my gran had knitted me,
Katie your fourteen next month, time you got a new hairstyle and some minis,
you know what its like for money in our house,
of course I do Katie but your a dab hand with the sewing machine,you can run yourself some trendy outfits in no time,
anyway, Ive got a Saturday job, you dont think my mum shells out for this gear do you?
I can put in a word for you with the manger,its money for old rope,
thanks ,youve give me plenty to think about anyway,
well Ive got to dash now Im meeting my lad shortly.
and with that she belted off down the street,
a couple of old nanas tutted as Sheilas dress flicked up to give a flash of her panties,
food for thought then,   bye  x

My Friend Johnny

My Friend Johnny.

I met Johnny in the charity shop, he often came in browsing the books,often bought a detective novel or two,
called in most weeks and donated some books or cd,s.whatever,
I liked him,he was polite and allways had a nice smile for the whoever served him,
my friend in the shop, kidded me, "you fancy him dont you" dont be daft, I replied, as you would,
she laughed, you get all red and flustered when you serve him, I,ve watched you,
oh get away with you and put the kettle on, I retorted,
no you go and make us a cuppa, Ill man the shop.
in the kitchen I had to admit I did fancy the polite gentleman who came into our little shop,
but so what he,s proberbly got a wife or girlfriend,
so why get excited.
but I could dream,  tbc. (of course.)

Evocative

This is such an evocative image,I just had to post it,

takes me back to those great days in the sixties,

so many memories I could cry,

photo borrowed from Retrospace

Aqualung.

Aqualung.

The famous and much loved hit album from the great Jethro Tull.

my friend Johny (yes thats friend not lover) has been listening to this classic recently,
blasting it out in his little car.
he bought the original album on release in whenever,(early seventies I suppose)
and played it to death,
now he has obtained the remixed cd with bonus tracks etc.
I remember the record coming out some of my gang at the time were fans,
tho I loved Paul Kossof my self,what a waste, so talented and wonderful sexy bloke.
some smashing records with Free,and later with his own group.
happy days and sad as well to look back,
well must dash..Katie D.  x

Radio.

Radio or "the wireless" as my old Gran used to call it,
great to hear Mike Read and Tony Blackburn on the radio again,
Mike is still a great broadcaster,
I never liked Tony in the sixties to be honest,
prefered Johny Walker and John Peel,on the pirate ships
oh happy ,glorious days,
tho its good to hear Tony playing the wonderful hits of the sixties.
I guess I quite like him now.

more later. x