tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24655831969871007622024-03-14T10:54:00.052+00:00Strange ImaginationJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-59826369805597909962013-09-23T14:54:00.000+00:002013-09-23T14:54:08.268+00:00The Neighbour <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }
Something more cheerful...and with a spanking. What more can you ask for?
John had just moved to town, new job, new openings. He had found his new flat in an old but well kept building. It wasn't big but he couldn't afford anything larger. He was content as he began to settle in.
The third evening, after work, he sat down inJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-81309055059777076352012-12-18T14:55:00.002+00:002012-12-18T14:55:47.474+00:00Long Time, No See
Haven't
been writing much, lately, have I? Truth to be told, I don't know
what to write. That's not strictly speaking, true. What I meant was
that I don't know what to write for the blog. I do write, and I do
want to write and publish. I do write other stuff, not fit for the
blog, and I have been focussed on that, lately.
Writing
on this blog has really given me confidence, and that is Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-37375865349617750862012-06-11T09:30:00.000+00:002012-06-11T09:32:21.448+00:00Tom's School Days 26
I
have been sloppy, and slow, I know that. And this story may be of the
more sillier kind. Anyway, here is another instalment, read and make
what you want of it. I am taking a summer break from blogging, and
will be back in August. Maybe I have some other stories or thoughts
to share, then.
When
I started writing this, I was a bit carried away by the silliness of
the idea of a school fullJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-89579060699144922402012-05-18T15:21:00.002+00:002012-05-18T15:22:03.204+00:00Tom's School Days 25
I
didn't say the story has run its course, only that I might put other
things up, as well. To be honest, I'm not sure where this will go,
but at the moment, I have a couple of more instalments. I may put
something different up, in a short while, we'll see. In the meantime,
read the next part of the story.
Tom
was excited as he dressed up for the Soup Night. He had put on his
best suit, and Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-49206020464094442952012-04-27T12:42:00.000+00:002012-04-27T12:42:19.200+00:00Tom's School Days 24
I
get so preoccupied with this story so I forget I can write something
else. That is, something else fit for the blog. Maybe I should take a
break and write something different? I don't know.
Tom
was a little hesitant in the beginning, being a little overwhelmed by
the sound of the leather of his belt against Stephanie's soft bottom.
And the sounds of distress she uttered. She didn't Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-25036557372337832392012-04-13T14:35:00.000+00:002012-04-13T14:36:22.627+00:00Tom's School Days 23Soon Tom forgot to feel guilty, and focussed completely on Stephanie's lips, lips and tongue. In fact, her use of her mouth was so persuasive that he even forgot to be cautious. He had had too many bad experiences in similar circumstances, so something was only to be expected. As it happened no one came, no one interrupted them, so Stephanie had time to show off her skills regarding this kind ofJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-1998007759456329412012-03-31T14:02:00.000+00:002012-03-31T14:03:33.544+00:00Tom's School Days 22'How did I do?' Tom asked Amanda, as they walked together from the Dungeon. The other girls had left before, so they were alone, as Amanda locked the door and they left together. 'You did well,' Amanda said, 'brilliantly.' 'I wasn't too harsh?' 'No, not at all, she deserved it.' 'I kind of got carried away.' 'You liked it, then?' 'Truth to be told, Amanda, I think I did. And I feel bad about thatJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-7136862802122839962012-03-16T15:54:00.001+00:002012-03-16T15:56:30.532+00:00Tom's School Days 21At last some action! Tom was amazed, and overwhelmed. His mouth was dry, but he could not deny the excitement that came with the thought of swinging the dreaded cane at Annabelle's fair bottom. 'Are you sure?' he said, with uncertainty. 'Very sure,' Amanda said, 'and twelve is lenient.' 'But why does she have to be punished? I mean, she's already been in detention.' 'That's the laws of the Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-32978590655136436882012-03-07T16:59:00.000+00:002012-03-07T17:00:24.530+00:00Tom's School Days 20Spring is not yet in the air, or at least it has gone into hiding today. I hope this will cheer you up, if only just a little. The Society for the Study of Geographical Maps held its meetings in a room in the so called Dungeon. It was really a basement room, with a nice pillar in the middle, and vaulted roof, making it look a little like a crypt. The room itself had been made cosier by a Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-83983433460744794592012-02-24T16:23:00.001+00:002012-02-24T16:23:58.093+00:00Tom's School Days 19I'm in two minds, really. One thought is to go on with this story, hopefully with more action in the future, think the story demands that. Or writing something different, and wait with the story. Or perhaps both? Tom was puzzled by the exchange between Amanda Tilly and the naked girl locked in the niche. He wasn't used to hearing her talking with such authority. She obviously knew the girl beingJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-38741475958824896222012-02-13T15:56:00.000+00:002012-02-13T15:59:37.479+00:00Tom's School Days 18Tom couldn't quite get the image of Tamara being caned in the quad out of his head. It wasn't the first girl he had seen being put through that ordeal, but it was the first one he had an idea of who she was. Stephanie obviously knew her, and disliked her. She was without doubt delighted by it all. The truth was that Tom was delighted too, although he held no grudge against Tamara. For him it wasJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-78054102865354983192012-02-03T16:22:00.000+00:002012-02-03T16:23:48.695+00:00Tom's School Days 17The Headmaster, Mr Pears, and the Grammar teacher, Mr Saunders came out onto the quad, with Tamara Saddler between them. The crowd became silent, as they marched up to the pole. Public punishments were formal events, and the teachers didn't waste any time. The Headmaster announced the crime and the punishment. Mr Saunders produced the cane. The Headmaster signalled to Miss Saddler to prepare. Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-25269902482319674792012-01-27T19:11:00.000+00:002012-01-27T19:12:54.946+00:00Tom's School Days 16Should I publish longer texts? Are these too short? I don't know. Here is another one, anyway. Tom was staring in amazement and disbelief as Amanda Tilly, slowly, and deliberately, although a little nervously opened her shirt, and let it slip from her shoulders. 'Really, there is no need...' he started. 'Please, don't worry,' she replied, lowering her gaze. 'Gratitude?' 'Gratitude!' Before Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-54556182598548735202012-01-13T17:17:00.000+00:002012-01-13T17:18:44.183+00:00Tom's School Days 15I know some of your are complaining a bit about the lack of action, and, I assume, especially the lack of spanking actions. There won't be much in this instalment, but a hint of nudity, and a bit of a teaser at the end. It is a story, after all, and it's not just about kinky things, although most things seem to be centred around that at this school. The weekend was on the whole quite uneventful,Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-61018522307944427012012-01-06T17:08:00.000+00:002012-01-06T17:09:21.709+00:00Tom's School Days 14I am back. I hope you have had a Happy Christmas and will have a Merry New Year. I will continue with the story of Tom. Tom looked at Stephanie. She looked at him with an inscrutable expression on her face. Was she upset at the prospect of joining the Pea Soup Society? Or was she pleased? Some girls actually joined voluntarily. Tom was new in the the Mushy Pea Club, but he knew a lot about it, Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-40909129052015154302011-12-20T11:54:00.000+00:002011-12-20T11:55:07.240+00:00Tom's School Days 13Here it is, the next instalment of Tom's story. This will be the last one for this year, but I will be back in 2012, with Tom, Stephanie, Amanda, and all the rest. Take care, be kind to yourselves, have a very merry Christmas, Dear Readers. 'Stand up, my dear,' John said, and Tom watched in stunned amazement as Stephanie rose to her feet. Despite the situation she did it with grace, as if her Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-65646083604354040132011-12-16T16:03:00.001+00:002011-12-16T16:06:29.764+00:00Car TripAnd now a short break in the ongoing story about Tom and his girls. I will be back with next instalment soon, but this is a short something I just wrote. I publish it here, warts and all. It was a hot day, and I had to stand in the sun while I was waiting for him. I had dressed for the day, but it didn't really help. I felt too clothed for the weather, yet I was still wearing a bit too little Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-34324539951651549612011-12-14T10:09:00.001+00:002011-12-15T07:22:02.539+00:00Tom's School Days 12My ambition is to post an instalment of Tom's story once a week, but now it is almost two weeks. I am very sorry for that. Anyway, here is the twelfth part of the story. No floggings, but some other things, perhaps, that may cheer you up in the darkness of winter, unless you are antipodean and then you are in the middle of summer and need no cheering up, at least not on behalf of the season. Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-17130572836833874572011-12-02T12:10:00.001+00:002011-12-02T12:12:45.385+00:00Tom's School Days 11 I know, I have taken a lot of time with this instalment. The story is there, but I just haven't had time to post...or something. Anyway, I have put in a picture to cheer you up, completely unconnected to the story, but does anyone care? 'If I can help you, of course,' Tom said, wondering what Amanda had in mind. 'That would be a blast.' 'What club is this?' 'Oh, it's kind of new, you've Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-7256590923559522202011-11-22T11:52:00.000+00:002011-11-22T11:53:25.898+00:00Tom's School Days 10The story goes on, and you will find it takes another direction here. I hope there will be things still that you will find interesting. Tom tried his best to focus on his school-work. It was not easy. His mind was spinning with all thoughts that struggled for room there. Who would volunteer for whipping practice? Why wasn't Stephanie angry with him? Why did Amanda want to meet him? The Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-79788495345572731422011-11-17T17:41:00.000+00:002011-11-17T17:42:09.831+00:00Tom's School Days 9I know you had to wait for this instalment of the story. I can only apologise and hope for leniency. Never mind, here it is, the continuation of the story of Tom and his adventure in school. After breakfast the next day Tom and Stephanie went together to Mr Allen's office. Tom's heart was beating hard. The sole reason for that was not just his fear of the tutor's assessment of his Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-45508800301297175902011-11-08T15:29:00.000+00:002011-11-08T15:30:43.197+00:00Tom's School Days 8I do enjoy writing this story, and maybe it is wrong to drip feed you it, but I like it this way, short instalments, over a period of time. I do like trying to see things from Tom's perspective, an innocent but enthusiastic young man, surrounded by kinky boys, and some quite kinky girls, not to mention the teachers. In this, slightly shorter bit, you get to read the conclusion of Stephanie's Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-20846611716824868902011-10-31T13:39:00.000+00:002011-10-31T13:40:49.311+00:00Tom's School Days 7You may find the pace in this story too slow, but this is the way I have written it, so you just have to wait. Maybe I should interrupt the story with something else? We'll see. 'Maybe I shall get ready,' Stephanie said in a way that Tom understood to be meant as demurely. He wasn't sure it was, but it had a strange effect on him, anyway. 'Yes, please, do that.' The crowd fell silent, and TomJanicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-74263338262753691912011-10-25T15:25:00.000+00:002011-10-25T15:26:52.717+00:00Tom's School Days 6Tom's got himself into something of a mess, not that I say it necessarily is an unpleasant mess, but still. Read on and you will see what will happen. The next morning, Tom woke up, shook his head and wondered what had become of his school days. He wondered if it was his membership in the Mushy Peas Club that had changed it. Or was it he, himself, who had changed? He had been fooling around Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2465583196987100762.post-13716365546985392052011-10-18T14:32:00.001+00:002011-10-18T14:36:37.926+00:00Tom's School Days 5Another instalment of the story of Tom and his experiences in school. I do enjoy writing it, but I can see that this story dominates my blogging at the moment. Please let me know if you get bored by it. Tom's reaction and actions weren't exactly rational as Stephanie paid lip service to his member who dutifully stood to attention. He knew Stephanie was gifted and very, very attractive, but he Janicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09439166533963573577noreply@blogger.com7