Strange Imagination

Tom's School Days 18

2012-02-13T15:56:00.000Z

Tom 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 was

Tom's School Days 17

2012-02-03T16:22:00.000Z

The 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.

Tom's School Days 16

2012-01-27T19:11:00.000Z

Should 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

Tom's School Days 15

2012-01-13T17:17:00.000Z

I 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,

Tom's School Days 14

2012-01-06T17:08:00.000Z

I 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,

Tom's School Days 13

2011-12-20T11:54:00.000Z

Here 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

Car Trip

2011-12-16T16:03:00.001Z

And 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

Tom's School Days 12

2011-12-14T10:09:00.001Z

My 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.

Tom's School Days 11

2011-12-02T12:10:00.001Z

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

Tom's School Days 10

2011-11-22T11:52:00.000Z

The 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

Tom's School Days 9

2011-11-17T17:41:00.000Z

I 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

Tom's School Days 8

2011-11-08T15:29:00.000Z

I 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

Tom's School Days 7

2011-10-31T13:39:00.000Z

You 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 Tom

Tom's School Days 6

2011-10-25T15:25:00.000Z

Tom'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

Tom's School Days 5

2011-10-18T14:32:00.001Z

Another 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

Tom's School Days 4

2011-10-10T10:08:00.000Z

As you may see, this story will now move in a slightly different direction. I did enjoy writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it. Tom's mind was in turmoil as he walked in the cloister after leaving the Club. The Mushy Peas Club confused him. They showed a very cavalier and arrogant attitude about most things, at the same time they were meticulous in keeping track of the offender's knickers.

Tom's School Days 3

2011-10-03T09:02:00.000Z

Tom's life in his strange school moves on, however slowly, at the moment. From the comments it seems as there are at least some who are a little bit curious about where this will go. As it happened, Tom was disappointed that the whole thing was over and done with. He was as surprised as he was disappointed. He hadn't thought that of himself, that he would actually enjoy swinging a sturdy cane

Tom's School Days 2

2011-09-27T14:02:00.000Z

It seems as there is no great opposition against continuing this tale. So I will do that. 'Lean over the chair, please' Mark commanded and the girl let go of a pitiful sigh and leaned over the back of the chair, and grabbed the wooden armrests. Fred walked over to her and flipped her skirt up. Tom stared at her fair and very naked bottom. Her skin seemed so soft and so thin. 'Now it is your

Tom's School Days

2011-09-19T15:04:00.002Z

I have not completely abandoned the silly writing. This one happened to a bit longer, so I decided to blog it as short instalments. The setting for this story is the strange and quite misogynous Royal Lentil School. The hero of the story is a certain Tom Banks, hope you will enjoy it. Tom was walking across the quad. The air was still warm after a hot day, fragrant and soft. He hurried towards

In a Pickle

2011-08-19T12:59:00.000Z

I can imagine that some of you will find this story a tad insensitive. I guess it is. Still I decided to write it and publish it. If only to show that imagination is strange and that mine is not always doing what it should. If you are a tinsy winsy bit like me, your imagination wanders off in very inappropriate ways when it shouldn't. It doesn't mean you condone the things that made it wander. I

Summertime

2011-06-20T09:46:00.001Z

Well, it is that time of year when you go on holiday, and go visiting relatives and you generally are busy with things not blogging. It is the same for me. And I am afraid I won't be back here until August, or at least I don't think it is fair to promise to do anything before that. So, I am writing this just to let you know that the blog is not abandoned, just temporarily a little lazy. Summer

Before the Party

2011-06-14T14:26:00.000Z

I know, I am hopeless. Here I bang on about a darker side and daring to write something that scares me, and when I sit down and write, this kind of story comes out. Well, I can't deny it, I am a hopeless romantic, so here is a kind of love story...of sorts. She was beautiful. I know it is shallow to begin with that, but she was. She was blond, narrow shoulders and narrow hips. She was quite

Just About...

2011-05-31T11:47:00.000Z

Some people have made the assumption that I have stopped writing for the blog. I hope that is not the case, although I know my posts have been few and far between, lately. The urge to write down and share my fantasies are not as powerful as before. Maybe it has worked, in the sense that some of the demons are gone. Still I enjoy writing. It's just that I more seldom, these, days, sit down and

The Park

2011-04-28T13:28:00.000Z

Do I still love him? Of course I do. Why shouldn't I still love him? Yes, I know, what he did was unforgivable. It's not easy forgiving something unforgivable. You just have to...accept it. What happened? I don't really want to talk about it, but I guess everyone knows about it anyway, so I will brace myself and tell the story. It happened in the park, not long ago. It was a glorious day and

A Place of One's Own

2011-03-31T16:07:00.001Z

At the very end of this month, I will present you with a lovely little piece by someone I have known for some time, through my blog. I have the permission to post it although I don't know what to call the author. They will have to get back to me to let me know. At the moment they are just Anonymous. This is not, as you will see, a story about whipping and slavery. This is a story about devotion

Authorities

2011-02-23T14:19:00.000Z

I have noticed a certain reluctance among people who declare their interest in anything kinky, for explaining or understanding the interest. I can understand that this has to do with a refusal to be regarded as deviant or, even worse, perverse. We know that kinky people are like any people; jealous, petty, evil, loving, nice, caring, cautious, intelligent and generally wonderful. If you, like me

Some Kind of Cruelty?

2011-02-11T16:26:00.002Z

This is a little something I wrote some time ago. I guess this is how I write, more about what happens in the mind than with the body. And I have to say that I find your interpretations of the last post interesting. I thought I left some of the things unsaid, so a different kind of interpretation is quite possible. This is madness. This day is ruined. My mind is in turmoil, I can't concentrate. I

Going Out

2011-01-28T17:07:00.000Z

A story is just a story and I should not be so embarrassed about it. Right? Well, I am. Can't help it. 'You need to be punished,' he said smiling at me. I stood in the hallway, looking up into his face, newly kissed, still held in his arms. 'Have I done something bad?' I purred. 'You need to know your place,' he said, 'I am not sure you do.' 'What is my place, then?' I asked. 'Somewhere here,'

Blogging Again?

2011-01-19T11:52:00.001Z

Long time no see, as they say. My only excuse for not blogging is that sometimes life goes through periods when your mind is occupied with things that make you think that blogging is not the most important thing. I know this is a little dismissive, as if I didn't think blogging was important, or that you, Dear Readers, weren't important. For whatever it is worth, I can tell you that starting

Cold

2010-11-30T14:06:00.001Z

Thank you for your comments. It seems as if my latest post triggered something. I am glad to see that. I will try to reply quicker to the comments, in the future. I really like having a dialogue with you. Nikolai wrote about keeping the lookout on a ship in freezing weather and I think he hit the nail on the head, that it is the helplessness and vulnerability that are key and to some extent that

Four Years and the Perils of Cold Weather

2010-11-24T13:46:00.003Z

Today it is four years since I posted my first post on this blog. I just wanted to let you know and say that I am, after all that has happened, quite proud. I know it is slower now, but that doesn't mean I will close the blog. I thought I should address another issue, while I am here. I have thought a lot about why I chose the picture for the last blogpost. Why did I take a picture of a naked

No, I Haven't...

2010-11-12T13:48:00.004Z

...abandoned my blog. I have been busy in Real Life, as they call it. There have been some illness in the family and a lot of worry. I am ok, but it has taken a lot of time and energy. I guess you don't really want to hear excuses, I still thought I owe you an explanation. It just hasn't felt right to be scampering off into fantasyland at the moment. I just wanted to blog today, to say that I am

The Crate

2010-10-07T14:23:00.002Z

Early, at dawn, one chilly autumn morning, a car drove up to the kitchen entrance of the Manor. Two men jumped out and unloaded a crate from the back. They were strong men and the small crate didn't seem to bother them too much. They went back to the car and drove away. They never rang the doorbell. 'My Lord.' 'Yes, Pearson.' The Lord was sitting at his table, being served his breakfast. He was

Sold

2010-10-01T15:23:00.001Z

I was awakened by two slavegirls. They were dressed in their very short tunics, brazenly open in the side, showing too much of their flesh for my liking, for my inner calm. They attended to me, but made no secret of my status, of what I was. They were attentive but cold, they showed me no affection. When we were done, they brought me through a long corridor to a room where I was greeted by the

To the Manor Born

2010-09-16T10:38:00.001Z

I usually don't allow advertising on this blog (up to this very moment I have had 28 comments on the last blogpost trying to promote dodgy sites, the spam filter is quite good, though) but I will make an exception today. Over at Blushing Books there is a book by someone I know. Her name is Amanda Dashwood and the book in question is called To the Manor Born. It is a tale of a young man who

Punished

2010-09-07T15:40:00.002Z

As I said, the stories that include some public whipping of poor women tend to get the most attention. The last one has now eight comments and that is more than I am used to. I don't mind, it's just that it fascinates me. Today I am posting a story, or a fantasy, whatever you wish to call it. Actually, I have nicked this fantasy, read it somewhere, a long time ago, but it made an impression.

Another Flogging

2010-08-19T14:20:00.001Z

I have found that the kind of stories that people often contact me about are the ones with some public flogging or the like. There is obviously something in those themes that speak to you Readers. I wouldn't have written those stories if they didn't speak to me too. Here is another one. They were all there, every man, woman, child and animal had left their homes to gather at the square. They

Touching Happiness

2010-08-11T16:31:00.001Z

This time I will use my blog to write about me. I always do, you know, but this time directly and not through some story or fantasy. Maybe what I write will be sad, I don't know, but this is how it is. Don't get me wrong, most of the time I am a content person, happy with what is there, able to see the good things in life as well as the bad things, with a fairly real view of life...I think.

Hello

2010-08-09T08:23:00.002Z

Hello, Dear Readers. I am back from a loooong holiday. I know I am supposed to be relaxed and refreshed now. The truth is that I am much the same as before. This doesn't mean I didn't have a brilliant holiday, I had, a very lazy one, with lots of reading and just staring into nothingness. Thing is with holidays that they tend to make you more like how you are, so if you are content you feel more

Summer

2010-06-18T11:19:00.000Z

It is time again, Dear Readers, for the summer holiday. I will be away, longer this year than usual. There will be no blogging until I come back and that is in August. I am a privileged person, I know, but I can assure you I will try my best to make the most of my summer...smiles. Take care and be kind to yourself and don't forget to let your minds wander. We need our imaginations, that is

Another Strange Dream

2010-06-14T09:05:00.003Z

I have to say that you are a very encouraging lot. Thank you for all the support. You are, really, the best. What can I do in return? Publish the things I write, strange and weird. Here is a story (note my choice of words, here). Be kind to yourselves. 'It is strange how you dream.' 'Well, yeah, that's true.' 'Sometimes you don't know where your mind wanders in the night, or why.' 'I gather you

Coincidence?

2010-06-08T12:55:00.002Z

I know it is a dangerous thing to start looking for coincidences, things that seem to have a hidden meaning or being set in a pattern, in films or book. You tend to find what you want to find, so it is with some trepidation I will now write about something of the kind, which I found quite amusing. Colin Dexter created the character of Chief Inspector Morse of the Thames Valley Police. His

Blog and Blogging

2010-06-04T10:44:00.000Z

As you may have noticed, I haven't written much for the blog lately. It's not as if I am running out of ideas, more that I am not sure what happens in my head is good for the blog or is about fantasies, about the delightful pastime it can be. I do often question my reasons for blogging. I began because I needed to know that I wasn't alone, that I wasn't the weirdest person on the planet and

The Sweetest Moment

2010-05-21T12:44:00.001Z

It is the sweetest moment. A moment like that can be complete. From then on it is life, life with its commitments, loyalties, determination and struggle. But a moment, a moment that covers no distance in time, have no space, can be true. Does he have to be handsome? I don't think he has. He has to be possible, the animal has to be there, lurking. My friend brought him and told me who he was,

Frank Frazetta, 1928 – 2010

2010-05-14T13:56:00.002Z

The Grand Old Master is dead. It is sad, indeed. I have always been fascinated by the different, the exotic. I read everything I could find about old and forgotten civilisations, about the Aztecs, The Egyptians, Sumerians, Ancient China and that sort of thing. There is a very special thrill I feel when I come across something that awakens this fascination, this sense of awe. Good Fantasy can

What is it About?

2010-05-05T09:37:00.000Z

I got some really nice and interesting comments on my last blogpost, In Denial?. My initial though with that post was to talk about and perhaps confess to a kind of being short sighted and not really accepting the obvious, that is, that fantasies are sexual (although they are much more than that). The comments, however, raised another issue and that has to do with guilt. Despite the header for

In Denial?

2010-04-27T13:25:00.001Z

As a comment for my last blogpost, In the Desert, Lily wrote: 'When I first read this, I immediately wanted to respond that if I were there (or if I were continuing the writing) I would be plotting her rescue'. This made me think. The first thing I want to say is that I react in exactly the same way. I find it hard to write cruel stories because I do want people to be happy. On the other hand,

In the Desert

2010-04-16T13:20:00.000Z

Sometimes you start with just an image in your head. You want to write it, to do something with it. A story emerges, you decide on a point of view, a way of telling your story, the image that has become a story, or at least a part of something bigger. You have to limit yourself, you can't write a book about every idea in your head. So, here it is, an image that has become the merest minimum

Thank You

2010-04-09T14:00:00.001Z

Just a short blogpost about politeness. I do appreciate politeness, I really do. I see on some forums and blogs how people take any opportunity to be rude and seem to look for anything they can misconstrue as something they don't like. I don't understand this and I get a little upset when I am being attacked for trying to talk about something nicely. My point with this post is to say that this

Black or Red?

2010-03-29T15:50:00.000Z

I can't say that I much fancy the kind of spanking stories that features an arrogant teenage girl or a sloppy wife or anyone who generally is at fault, the kind of person who gets her comeuppance and leaves you with the sense that this was the thing that was needed, the punishment that set things straight. There is a kind of moral I don't like at all, that some people deserve punishments, that

The Slaver

2010-03-17T15:16:00.004Z

I know, when I talked about That Other Side you thought of something different than a silly story like this. See it as a gentle beginning. Who said the life of a slaver would be easy? I didn't, I know better. Ah, when I was a boy I dreamt of being a slaver, thought of all the lovely merchandise I would come across. I know better now. It is true that handling the goods is a pleasure but it

Janice v. Gor

2010-03-11T11:17:00.002Z

Whenever you talk about a world where men hold women as slaves, a fantasy world that is suitably ancient and exotic, someone will tell you it is Gorean. I find this a bit annoying. I will immediately apologise to the one (see the comments on my last entry) who triggered this, this time. I am not having a go at you, this happens all the time. So, am I inspired by John Lange, aka John Norman, and

That Other Side

2010-03-03T18:08:00.000Z

Before I write about that other side I will talk about this side, the one that is here, on the blog, the one I usually write about. In many ways I came to this kind of fantasies as an observer. There are so many damsels in distress out there, in stories and films, and I couldn't help being fascinated by it. Films sometimes depict scenes of abuse, even rape. There are book covers with muscular

Dashed Off

2010-02-25T16:28:00.003Z

Another guest post. This time by the one and only Wystan E. I didn't know what to call this story so I took the subject heading of the email it was sent in. I think it refers to the way this story was written. I liked it, so I put it as the title. Maybe I am lazy putting stories by others here, but since they are good, you shouldn't mind. And, besides, I am sure you have plenty of ideas how to

A Dinner and Some

2010-02-17T15:41:00.001Z

Sometimes when you read something by someone who is really good, you get inspired. It is quite fun to try to write in the style of someone else, one of the really clever ones. In all honesty, I don't make an effort to make my text similar to anyone else's, I am just trying to allow myself to write with a certain style in my mind. So it doesn't really matter if it is similar or not. It's just a

The Neighbour

2010-02-02T15:29:00.002Z

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 in his armchair, feeling exhausted. Work seemed fine but he was new

Blind

2010-01-28T16:53:00.002Z

At last, a newly written text, written by me. I have to warn you, Dear Readers, there is no kink in this. But there is some sex. Don't know if it is an erotic story, though. Come to think of it, don't think it is. Anyway, I think this story isn't as far away from my other stories, really, despite the lack of naughtiness. I was

Who She Is

2010-01-25T13:28:00.001Z

This arrived in my mailbox, written by someone who wants to remain anonymous. I was fascinated, as you can imagine, and with permission I put it here on the blog for you to read. As I read it I thought it looked familiar and there is a very good reason for that. I wrote part of it. This is a comment, counterpart, compliment or

Confusing

2010-01-19T14:31:00.000Z

From time to time someone emails me regarding the blog, something they have read on it or just generally. Most people say really nice things, it seems as if something I have written really has struck a chord, they have connected to something on the blog. Believe me, few things make me happier. What more can you ask for? You write

One Wise Woman

2010-01-12T15:15:00.000Z

I got this story in the mail. It is written by Oxbridgeman, who, as it happens, is not at all from Oxbridge. It is a story of love and devotion, of a very special kind. Read and enjoy. [6 January is Epiphany Day, the day when the Church commemorates the coming of the Wise Men to the baby Jesus, the One they adore above all, and

The Dungeons

2010-01-06T11:33:00.001Z

Don't get excited now. This is not going to be a long description of bondage sex in some suburban basement. I am just scribbling something down that was in my head. It's not even a proper story, just a fragment. I am back and have had a very relaxing Christmas break. It is still winter and it is still dark so I will have to wait

Merry Christmas

2009-12-23T15:15:00.000Z

It must be the darkness. The darkest day of the year has just passed and the good thing with that is that we head towards spring and light. I am looking forward to it. But first there is Christmas and ours will be a relaxed and nice one, not too much of visitors and other duties. I really haven't much to say

Just an Ordinary Day

2009-12-08T15:21:00.000Z

It is a very ordinary day. It is 29 years since John Lennon was killed. It is winter and the darkness descends on us who live in the northern hemisphere...well, at least here. I am tired of having to come up with something for the blog. Maybe it is the winter, maybe it is me but I have been doing this for

Who Am I?

2009-12-02T16:16:00.000Z

If you write, you know, perhaps, what I am talking about, if you don't, it may be hard to explain. Sometimes when you sit down to write you start out with something, often something you don't even know what it is, it may be a sentence, a word, an idea. Then you start writing, a word follow another, you begin

A Public Punishment

2009-11-27T09:35:00.001Z

With permission from the author, none other than Wystan Ephraim, himself, here is a guest story. I think it is a little gem, with something of a sting in the tail, if you allow me the expression. Read and enjoy. Roseena had sat in her cell, waiting for the sunrise. She saw the glow rising in the east, which

Celebratory Spanking

2009-11-24T15:00:00.000Z

Three years, 233 posts and some 263,000 words. Today it is exactly three years since I started blogging. It was scary when I wrote my first posts but you, my Dear Readers, have made it worthwhile. You have been brilliant. I think I have achieved something during this time. I have spoken my mind, in the sense

I Can't Believe It!

2009-11-17T14:47:00.000Z

And now a story, written today, containing some smacking of bottoms. Not much to say, really. Hope you enjoy it. At a table in the museum café sat a young woman. She wore a deep green, fairly short but modest dress, had auburn hair and had put her Morris patterned handbag on the table beside her. She was

Honesty?

2009-11-11T14:42:00.000Z

I have been blogging about my fantasies for almost three years now. I have dared to write about my own, sometimes, silly preferences and desires. I have almost only been met with acceptance, tolerance and enthusiasm. This is a true blessing, to realise that what I fancy, what I am ashamed of admitting I fancy,

Something New

2009-11-04T15:33:00.000Z

And not something you haven't seen for a while, a brand spanking new story from me, written today, for you. Well, for myself as well, but you know what I mean. Someone said something in a comment which made me think of this story. I didn't write it to prove him wrong, on the contrary, he is probably right.

A New Way

2009-10-29T11:45:00.003Z

I am sorry to keep you waiting but now I am back. I haven't written anything for you now so I have to look in the archives. This was, perhaps, meant as a beginning of a longer story but works, I think, as a short one too. Change of roles but hope you like it anyway. Don't let the picture decide the story for

Hello

2009-10-21T13:40:00.000Z

Slow and low seems to be the order of the day. Thank you for the comments. You are really wonderful, dear Readers. I have no good excuses for not posting anything today, so I won't try to explain it away. It has been one of those weeks, or two, that makes you want to forget about everything and just sit in a

Love Our Lurkers Day

2009-10-13T09:35:00.001Z

You mean a lot to me, Dear Readers, and your comments are much appreciated. Still I don't want to force anyone to delurk just to be kind. Still it would be nice to hear from you, you who read but don't comment. I do imagine my readers to be a fairly small but dedicated group of people, at least the ones who

Oliver

2009-10-09T19:06:00.000Z

Did you know that John Lennon would have turned 69 today, had he been allowed to live? I am still digging out things from the archives. This one is from last year. It is one of those stories, or scribblings, that start somewhere and decides for itself where it ends up. All stories are about me but all of

The Awakening

2009-09-30T16:40:00.003Z

More from the hidden archives of my strange scribblings. This you may find a little strange but this is the right place for that, don't you think? This is a piece I wrote for myself, not really intended for the blog. When did it start? Who knows when it started but I know when I discovered it. I was not old,

Spanking Story

2009-09-23T14:40:00.001Z

I don't know what I said that made some of you think I had some kind of writer's block. That's not what I meant. It was more to express a kind of weariness with the kind of stories I write for the blog, me being weary of my own thoughts. I am not judging kinkiness and saying it is bad or anything, I am just a

After Story Blues?

2009-09-18T13:47:00.000Z

Dear Readers, as you may have noticed, I haven't been blogging much, lately. I don't really know why. It's just that my mind hasn't been set on travelling through fantasy land for a while. Reality – or what to call it – demands my attention, I have felt a kind of distance to fantasies, especially of the

Surrender, part 23

2009-09-04T16:29:00.001Z

Here it is, the last episode of this story. I have finally managed to write a longer story to the end. I hope I still have managed to surprise you a little. Returning home was strange. It had all come so easy to me during the trip. There had been so little reluctance, so little protest. I wanted it. That was

Not My Kink

2009-09-02T11:30:00.002Z

After the last blogpost someone commented and said that something in the story wasn't their kink. A little later some other person asked me 'what if he had suggested so and so'. This started a train of thought in my head. Thing is, I don't mind that it isn't someone's particular kink (and I know for sure that

Surrender, part 22

2009-08-27T15:54:00.000Z

I was a little mean to you who don't know the glory of Cricket. I couldn't help it. It is a great game. Here comes the next part of Surrender story. If you are as confused as Wystan E, then you may read my comment on his comment to the last instalment. The next morning we went walking through the city

The Ashes Is Coming Home

2009-08-24T16:16:00.005Z

Who could have guess this after the one innings defeat at Headingley? The Aussies had squared the series and the Oval was to be the decider. They only needed a draw or a tie and after England's 332 in the first innings a victory wasn't at all certain. In my humble opinion it was Broad's spell of five wickets

Surrender, part 21

2009-08-20T09:03:00.001Z

Here it is, the end of the story. There will be two more parts but then it is over. We'll see what you will think of the end but at least I have written a longer story to the end. This is, actually, an achievement for me. I usually lose interest somewhere in the middle and go off to start another story...or

The Descent

2009-08-11T15:03:00.002Z

Hello, again. I am glad that my last post inspired some discussion. That's what it is all about, isn't it? I have always been fascinated by dreams and the dreamy side of fantasies. I wrote this piece when thinking about those things. Those of you who have been with me for a while will recognise a little

Hello

2009-08-04T10:37:00.000Z

I am back. Hope you have had a nice time while I was away. It is a strange experience coming back from a holiday like this. I am not at all in the mood for everyday life. This will be a short blog post. Anyway, I am glad to be back. I read a book while on holiday. It's called Sexual Deviation by Anthony Storr

Kink?

2009-06-22T14:24:00.002Z

What does it mean? The word, what does it mean to you and what does it mean to me? But before I say anything about that I will say sorry for not blogging so much. My mind seem to have been occupied with other things and I have not really known what to blog about. I guess that such is life, but I do feel a

Yet Another Spanking Story

2009-06-11T12:39:00.000Z

Hello, I am back. It was nice to be away from computers but I would have wanted it to be more relaxing. I still need a holiday. Just a short spanking story. This one is written from the point of view of the spanker, not usual in my stories, nothing special though, just some smacking of bottoms. 'You know what

Sense of Humour

2009-05-20T09:33:00.002Z

Dear Readers, I am glad you got the meaning of my last piece. I used the image of a landscape to express the sense of reality that comes with imagination, at least with my imagination. It may lead you to think that this inner world is more consistent and less chaotic than it is. It can be wonderful but confusing

My Imagination

2009-05-07T13:45:00.000Z

My imagination is a lush forest, a clear blue sky, sparkling stars and sweet water. It is a land, a continent, a whole world or several worlds where I travel when I want to. I can let myself fly through the lands and look down on emerald forests, and gleaming rivers running through the land, and endless blue

Letters

2009-04-28T14:03:00.000Z

I have learnt something from blogging and that is what people understand you have written is not what you intended to write, it is not even what you write but only what they understand you have written. I will say no more, at the moment. Ponder this and if you don't know what I mean, then you are allowed to

Amazed

2009-04-22T11:13:00.000Z

That is what I am by your reactions. I have had my doubts about this story, seeing that I was losing readers while I was posting it. So, even if you aren't the majority, your comments tell me that you care about the story. This is fantastic. Imagine that I can write something that engages you!! And believe me,

Surrender, part 20

2009-04-18T13:43:00.000Z

You may have noticed, I haven't been blogging that much lately. I am sorry, I have every intention of blogging regularly but now my mind has been busy, full of other stuff. Anyway, here is the last (latest) instalment of the Surrender story. I think it would be quite possible to stop there but part of me wants

Surrender, part 19

2009-04-07T15:05:00.000Z

The story goes on. 'Take your top off!' I had just come inside his door and he had not even greeted me. Obeying him had started to come naturally. I often hesitated, not because I didn't want to do what he said but because I had to figure out that I had been given an order. There, in his hallway, I was

A Day at the Office

2009-04-02T12:49:00.000Z

And now an original, new story by me. Just to show you that I do have a cruel streak in me. I have touched upon this theme before but this story made me feel mean. I decided to put it here anyway. Across the courtyard came a group of four. They were walking from the mansion house towards a low stable. They

Surrender, part 18

2009-03-30T16:30:00.000Z

I have been a little lazy. I usually try to post two posts on the blog each week but last week it was only one. I will try to do better but for now you will have to do with the next part of the Surrender story. 'There is one thing left to do before we leave.' 'What is that?' 'Go and lean over the table.' '

Surrender, part 17

2009-03-24T14:12:00.001Z

The story goes on. Sarah was right, he did reach far into my soul. It was like he spoke to some of those childhood dreams I had. But still he was different, he was a man and he was real. I was a princess and wanted a prince but this man was real, not a prince. Still there was something of me that longed for

Green Satin Dress

2009-03-19T13:53:00.001Z

Just to show you that I have written other things than the very long story I am serialising at the moment. I was browsing through things I have written and found this. It is from 2007 and when I found it I wasn't even sure I had written it myself. I still have some doubts but I think it is a little of my style

Surrender, part 16

2009-03-17T16:35:00.001Z

Hello there, Dear Readers, those of you who are still there. Now to next part of this story. 'Kneel!' I was awakened from my thoughts. 'Now, my dear, spread your legs, as you do at home, every evening. I assume you do that, as I have instructed.' 'Yes, I do, every evening.' I worked my knees outwards. 'Is

Scenes and Settings, part 3

2009-03-12T15:00:00.003Z

I thought I should continue my blogging about scenes and settings. We tend to be quite similar when it comes to that, don't you think? Often when I write of some setting I find particularly interesting I find that I share it with others. Maybe it all follows a pattern and we all think we are unique while we

Surrender, part 15

2009-03-09T15:02:00.002Z

The good thing with writing and getting things off your chest is that it becomes less important, it starts to fade and you hope it will soon go away. I wrote about something that bothered me, you read it, Dear Readers, and

Bothersome Thoughts

2009-03-04T14:08:00.000Z

Sometimes, something gets to me, someone angers me or hurts me and I know I should just let it go but it comes back and won't let go. Most people will just tell me to don't bother and that I shouldn't let people get me down and all that. They are right, of course, but sometimes it doesn't work. For various

Surrender, part 14

2009-03-02T15:09:00.000Z

I gather some of you will find the pace a bit too slow. You will have to live with it. I stayed with him, in his flat that night. I was his equal and he was gentle with me. He talked to me, listened to me, saw me and loved me and I felt happy. I wondered about his demands, his will to power, his desire to