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I recently watched Bright Star, a film by Jane Campion about the poet John Keats and his love affair with Fanny Brawn. It’s a brilliant film and I would recommend it to anyone.
In the film Fanny is hungry to know more about poetry and keen to find out how to understand it. He tells that she does not have to, and that reading poetry is like swimming in a lake. It is not necessary to analyze the lake nor to understand what it is all about, simply to appreciate the pleasure of being in it.
I would use the same analogy with sex. If something makes you feel beautiful and wonderful and fulfilled, then there is no need to try and break down why; simply enjoy and appreciate it while it is there.
I will go just a fraction further though. Swimming in a warm tropical sea under a hot sun is sweet and languorous and a joy none of us have any problem understanding,
very much like having sweet loving sex with someone we care for.
Plunging into an icy pool is something quite different. There is the element of danger, all the senses alive as never before and the excitement of a challenge. And when you get out and towel off, you feel so invigorated and happy you can scarcely believe it.
I would venture to say that is something of how it feels to be spanked, dangerous exciting and arousing.
Yes you’re not sure you can cope with it, and while it’s happening you can’t wait for the moment when it’s all over. But can anything in the world can compare with the hot drink afterwards, whatever form that might take?
Miss Jones, you probably realize that since you’ve been working here that I have become quite fond of you, but even so, as your employer, and as such your moral guardian, I feel it incumbent on me to point out certain unavoidable facts. I have no problem with your work which is excellent, but I am concerned about certain matters, in particular your skirts and dresses which do tend to be on the short side.
In fact with some of them when you are leaning on the desk it’s possible to see things that no young well brought up girl should allow to be seen.
If you go on wearing skirts like these, then I have to say that the error of your ways will have to be pointed out to you, or putting it another way I shall have no choice but to give you a good spanking.
You will appreciate of course that for me to make a proper job of this, no matter how thin and skimpy your panties might be,
I will of course have to pull them down to ensure that you learn your lesson..
And of course, quite unavoidably, that will mean my getting to see your young pretty bare bottom,
which, just between ourselves, I have spent a certain amount of time thinking about recently.
And you must understand that being a man with all the weaknesses and needs that men are subject to, there is a danger that when comforting you after having spanked you that, well, human nature might take over and we could end up doing things we will both seriously regret.
So bearing all that in mind, tomorrow PLEASE wear an even shorter skirt than usual to make sure it all happens!
“I’ve never done anything quite so wicked as that before. Maybe you should give me a spanking for being so naughty.”
“Just what I was thinking!”
Other than that she is currently the editor of The Lady and the sister of Boris, the haystack headed Mayor of London, I know almost nothing about Rachel Johnson, but following reading an article by her in The Telegraph this Saturday I’m keen to know more.
Clearly a bright jolly girl, for various complicated reasons in the nineteen seventies she was sent to a English boys only boarding school . Despite or possibly because of being one of only two girls there, she loved every minute of it, and whether or not that was because the boys would literally come and lie on the floor under her desk for the pleasure of looking up her skirt she doesn’t make clear.
The school was super traditional and the only things it really cared about were the three Cs, classics, cricket and the cane. (Yes I’ve got your interest now haven’t I.)
After an evening escapade with one of the boys which involved kissing and chocolate (She’s clearly a girl after my own heart) she was offered a choice of punishment and one of was them being caned. Apparently used to regular parental chastisement, bless her little heart she chose a caning, but it was not her who bottled out but the teacher responsible who decided that caning a girl was out of the question.
I can only say that she was lucky that some of my correspondents wasn’t in charge at the time. She’d still be bent knickerless over the desk while they mopped their brow ready for the final dozen or so.
Darling don’t do it! They may say it’s important to pick that up, but in a skirt like that………..
Sorry young man, but you have a lot to learn. However a man might dress it up, when he gives his pretty young girlfriend a spanking, ultimately it's because it turns him on (hopefully her as well) and because it gives him a lovely big fat stiffy.
If you want to pay lip sevice to the fiction that you are doing it for some other and more noble reason, then don't do it wearing underpants or less. Your over excited memebr can be seen from the moon, and she won't believe you for a second.
Here's simple rule of thumb. When you're giving a spanking, her pants come off, yours stay on. (Well, at least till afterwards!)
Oh look at him, he's getting all cross with me but that's not something I'm going to worry about. I've never had any problem manipulating men and getting my own way. All I'll have to do is put on something really low cut, bend over so he can see right down my front and sweet talk him. Just watch, he'll be eating out of my hand in a minute!
Nooooo!!!! 
As you are the breath of my life you must punish and control me as you wish.
As I need your discipline I submit to it with pleasure, revelling in the humiliation of being over your knee while you spank me.
As I am your little girl my home is sitting on your knee or bent over it for punishment, waiting the moment when you lower my panties and remove all defence from the rain of your hands.
As pain and arousal are my narcotics so long as they come from you, I welcome them both with hungry need.
As I deserve this I will show my thanks afterwards in the ways you know so well.
This picture, for me, says it all about both the sex war and why we girls often find ourselves being spanked when we're not conscious of having done anything wrong.
Look at her, simply sitting there in all innocence, apparently minding her own business and not wishing to be any sort of nuisance. But her breasts are lush and ripe, and her blouse so low cut that the smallest shrug would have all that rich bounty on display. And look at her legs, crossed, oh so casually, so the observers eye is drawn straight to the suspendered thighs and the promise of what lies beyond.
What red blooded man could look at her without wanting, not just to ravish her, but to teach her a lesson for making his loins surge and buck, for making his head pound with a longing so primitive he can hardly control it.
Yes, candle lit seduction is wonderful, but there is a time and a place for everything and the needs set off in him simply by looking at this pouting temptress flashing her sleek limbs are too basic. Before any other congress can happen between them he is overtaken by an urge to throw her over his knee, drag down her knickers and give her a thorough spanking that might just kill off his frustration at being at the mercy of what she is doing to him.
And then at last, when she is squirming and contrite, the moment will be right for him to gush his longing deep into her.
But then, that's why she was sitting there in the first place!
Should my writing career fail to take off, I suppose I could always open a cafe.....
I have received an e mail from one of my newer corespondents who has read Educating Anna and I am going to reproduce it in full.As a writer is it vitally important to know that one is being read and, if possible to be understood in the ways one set out to be understood. If at least a handful of readers appreciate the book in the same way, I will be truly happy.Liz
Dear Liz,I purchased Educating Anna because I was enthralled by the prose in your blog. Writing in English is a dying art in America. Fortunately, our English cousins excell in the use of the language. My guess is the motivation used by the Headmasters I have read about in the UK spanking stories.I read extensively: Hemingway, Steinbeck,DeMille, Connelly, Child, Patterson, Chrichton,Dickens, etc. In most novels, there is the obligatory love making scene. Sometimes from the male perspective, sometimes female. I have never read a more powerful and exquisitely detailed love making scene as the one in the second chapter of your book. As I said in one of my posts, no man could ever write with such passion and understanding. And, few people today have the command of the English language that you have including most of the popular authors I noted. You said in your post that the book would tell me about you. My perception is that you are a very sensual woman that enjoys stepping outside the lines. You love to experiment and take full advantage of your feminity. At the same time, you are in total control. I view this is a positive; I like confident woman who are in control. A man may think that he is the master over you in a scene, but it is clear to me that you are the one that is in the drivers seat. But, not in a manipulative manner, I do not sense that in your writings. You are using all of your talents to maximize the pleasure of the moment.To me, the most sensual woman is intelligent and able to communicate using body language and verbal skills to arouse all of the senses. Liz, I sense that you are that very special woman who is a master at employing both to full advantage.Now that my heart has stopped pounding from the last chapter I read, I can continue reading Educating Anna.joey
This is such a fabulous image I had to share it with you.
He always looks up at the window when he crosses the courtyard. I wonder what he’ll l do when he sees me sitting here like this. Rush up the stairs, and what? Laugh and kiss me all over, take me straight to bed?
Maybe he’ll spank me. He’s threatened me with a spanking a couple of times recently, didn’t actually do it, but there was a real gleam in his eye and when we had sex he was even more aroused than usual.
How could he resist the chance to spank a young girl like me across his knee, specially when I’m naked except for stockings. I brought them as a special treat for him, and for me of course.
If I were my boyfriend I’d spank me lots, I’m such a little minx at times, goading and teasing him. I don’t know, but somehow I think today’s when it’s going to happen, my first ever spanking. I wonder, let me practice the words in my head,
“Sir…….” Pause and look at him with big innocent eyes, “What’s the punishment for a naughty girl who sits naked in a window where everyone can see her….?”
