Be prepared

A switch and a bared, raised bottom. It looks like someone is about to get their just desserts. From the colour of that blouse I'd say that this penitent is a member of the Girl Guides (Britain's Girls Scouts) and she's wearing the uniform that was current in the 1980s.

The tent and the sleeping bag suggest summer camp. Someone has sneaked into town to stock up on cigarettes, which is not acceptable in a disciplined organisation like the Guides. The movement's motto is 'Be Prepared', so maybe the switch had been cut and trimmed on the day of arrival - a warning to anyone who dares to trangress.

Although, the scouting movement is all about making do in the great outdoors. So improvisation is all and finding bottom-spanking implements wherever and whenever would be part of that. 

If I can trust Wikipedia on this, the first handbook for Girl Guides was called How Girls Can Help to Build Up the Empire and it explained that the motto summed up how members have to be prepared at any moment to face difficulties and dangers by knowing what to do and how to do it.

Personally I passed on the whole uniform thing. The people didn't seem that cool and being bossed around didn't look like fun. But with hindsight maybe I missed something

If the danger is a whippy switch how can you be prepared? Surely, all she can do is clench, hold on and weather the storm.

Must try harder

If it was a school project I'd be in trouble. Progress is so poor I reckon there'd be a 'see me after school' scribbled in red at the bottom of my work (and perhaps more red on my bottom too).

But the truth is I've not had much time over the last few weeks to do much of my ongoing novel. Significant Other is always at work and the kids have all sorts of time-consuming and important things happening in their lives.

But Project Begsi is there in my mind when I'm coming and going doing other things. Or at least a sense that I'm letting the project down - I must give myself a good talking to.

What I need is to set a me-day aside and really get back into it - to really get immersed in period, story and, hopefully, character. For 'A Week in the Country' it worked well to read as many Victorian novels as I could lay may hands on - both vanilla and not - and to go looking for lots and lots of period erotica. 

I've found it a bit harder to do with the the 1940s. I love the look that found its epitome in the work of Gil Elvgren. His pin-up girls are naughty and nice all at the same time. Or they're unable to not be naughty, however hard they try.

For me, they're the fabulous Forties to a tee. Or is it the fab 1950s? Don't know, but it's fabulous whatever it is.

I can watch period movies too. Vivien Leigh, Bette Davis, Rita Hayworth and the rest. There's plenty of mainstream fiction to read too. But where I can I find the erotica literature of the time? I know there was a war on, but surely somebody was writing naughty novels?

PS Nothing overtly spanko in Elvgren. But when you put his name into Google Image and see rows and rows of his pin-ups there are lots and lots of archly out-thrust bottoms that look to me to be asking for a firm smack.

Now, listen to me...

And if I have my way that's exactly what you're going to GET.

Checking it out

If you like being spanked, you'll like to see your bottom well-redened. Or perhaps it's just me?
Post-punishment I simply can't wait to look. Better still get the nearest mirror and study the damage - less strain on the spine. 
In fact, I know I'm a bit too keen. Significant Other isn't entirely supportive of all this spanking business and thinks I let it get out of proportion. That it should be part of our sex life, but only part.
There's an unspoken understanding that it will only be tolerated if it doesn't t become the tail that wags the dog. So, I'm in bad books if I hop out of bed too soon and start examining my behind in the wardrobe mirror.
What tends to happen is that I make the excuse that I have to go to the toilet and hurry off for a quick viewing in the mirror there. Mind you, a really well-marked bottom can be enjoyed for days, can't it?

Born or made redux

If you were an early-starter like me you'll probably know that feeling of knowing that you deserve a spanking, but having nobody around to deal with the situation. Brat away all day, but there's no chance that you'll get what you know you need.

When, and where, I grew up it was usually called a good hiding. As in, "are you asking for a good hiding..?" Of course, this phrase was meant as threat and warning, but it was an empty one. Inside I'd be saying an emphatic, but frustrated, yes.

A good hiding place...

There's a great post over at The Spank Shop that I can really relate to. Ronnie describes so well some of the confusing feelings that Iwent through  myself around the whole spanking thing during my teens, and earlier. In fact, as early as I can remember - as I've said before I'm pretty sure I was born the way I am.

Born, not made. And the little poll I've had running over the last few weeks suggests that among visitors here early-starters are in the majority.

Here's the stats. Of the 73 people who took the time to vote (thank you for that), 54 per cent put themselves in the under 10 category and another 24 per cent opted for 24 per cent.

The young adult category at 15-25 got 13 per cent, which leaves just five votes - or six per cent - in the over 25 band. So, it seems I'm with the majority.

I suppose this majority says nothing about the born/made debate. It could be that whatever happens to make spankos has happened so early in life to the 54 per cent that we've forgotten that trigger experience, whatever it might have been.

...a good hiding

Mind you, it occurs to me that if the made theory is the right one then spankos should be heading the way of the dodo. Here in the UK 30 years or more have passed since the time when CP was used in schools and spanking was an everyday thing in most homes, so what I'm calling trigger experiences are now not part of the lives of impressionable youngsters.

If that's right then spankos should be a dying breed. Which isn't the impression I get.

More motorway

Eating up the miles - and the fuel, sadly - and now I'm taking a tea break. I've just been browsing through a cool image blog called Spanking Art (which does what it says on the tin) and have picked this pic for the next hour or so's bit of the journey. 

Remember those writing exercises they gave you in school? Here's a picture, now write a story about it. 

And this is the one for this afternoon. It's a school setting, clearly. Miss Slim, the Vice-Principal (Discipline), is just about to apply the cane. But why is the girl in the corner looking so please? If she's going to get the same surely she'd be lookling a little more worried.

If it's any good maybe I'll make it a short story and share it with the world here.

Driven to spank

Long car journeys and spankoness seem to go together as far as I'm concerned. When I'm on my own, that is. Yesterday I spent three hours driving to a meeting and three driving back, which is a long time to sit on your own listening to the radio.

But all that time can be a marvellous resource - lots of time to let the spanko imagination run free. I've had little time over the last couple of weeks to do any fiction writing, but yesterday I got through a couple of chapter of Beryl Gets Stuck In.

Of course, the problem now is getting all of that stuff out of my head and onto paper. I'm off on the road again in a minute or two, and will be again at the weekend. So there's no time for writing (and very little for blogging for that matter).

Perhaps I should dictate it as a drive along. I rather like the idea of sitting in heavy traffic surrounded by other drivers while I'm happily chatting away to myself about naughty girls, early bedtimes, smacked bottoms and the rest.