Firm words

I drank too much last night and my head aches. It took me ages to get up and out of bed this morning - I lay there feeling the pain behind my eyes and regretting how much red wine I downed last night.

We went to a friend's house to watch the Jubilee concert and got a bit carried away. I'm no great royalist, but I do love Tom Jones - and the wine was a little too good to resist.

I was, I think, a bit loud and a bit obnoxious. SO was driving, so today has no headache - and occupies the moral high-ground.

I stayed in bed nearly two hours after the rest of the household and it didn't take ESP to read SO's disapproval. I dozed, waited for the painkillers to dull the pain in my head - and fantasised about the severe scolding and brisk walloping my behaviour warranted.
It involved a duvet thrown back, my bare bottom and the sort of strapping that stays with you for a week. A sharp-edged lecture helped to put me firmly in my place.

It also occurred to me that I've missed significant moments with this blog. Not even one year to make a fuss about, but it has passed its half-year without me noticing, and the 100,000th hit went by without comment either.

What was I on about six months ago? Half a year ago I was preoccupied with the fine art of scolding - as I am today. Or being 'told off' as it's called where I spent my formative years.

A good telling off was something to be feared - a stern talking-to that nearly always did the trick. And does the trick; to this day a really good scolding presses my buttons in a very special way. Scolding without spanking works, spanking without scolding does not

If I'm honest, I suppose I'm a 'scoldo' more than a 'spanko'. In the depths of my hang-over this morning I knew I'd behaved poorly - and desperately wanted to be told as much.

Word play

Scolded, read the riot act, given a dressing down, whatever you call it. I think of it as being 'told off', which I know sounds rather mild.

During my very polite, middle class, English Home Counties upbringing we lived in fear of a good telling off. No raised voices, just a very stern talking to that nearly always did the trick. Which is maybe why what's said is so important for me now as part of the whole sexy discipline experience. A spanking without a 'telling off' is like ham without mustard.
Lack of verbal reprimand is criminal as far as I'm concerned. Bit of a tangent here, but why is it that you come across so many spanko movies where there's plenty of action during spanking scenes, attention to plot and costume but no decent dialogue?  What a waste.
Anyway, I've spent some time this morning working on what will hopefully be a new novel and have arrived at a scene thatis crying out for a good 'telling off'. It maybe be because it's a wet Sunday morning, cold and dark, but I can't get the dialogue to roll.
Writer's block, but of a particulalry spanko kind. The scolding is misfiring, the 'telling off' won't flow and the bit of dressing down I've got down on paper seems a too mechancial.
What I need is something new. What word or phrase does it for you? Is there something that, combined with a bit of finger-wagging, has the hairs standing up on the back of your neck? Any suggestions that you can pop into a comment here will be gratefully received... 
Alternatively, I could just find a mirror, tell myself I need to 'pull my socks up' and give my legs a sound smack or two (although self-spanking just doesn't really work, does it?)