Breaking the Rules

Lamenting the Loss of Lowewood...

2011-09-06T14:26:00.003+01:00

It's that time of year again - the leaves turn brown, the air turns colder and schoolgirls everywhere prepare for a new term. Since the Lowewood Academy finished a couple of years ago I have felt a pang of loss, there will be no new school year, no new lower sixth meandering their way into mischief and inevitably ending up bent over somebody's lap.For all those who miss the shenanigans that

Cruisin' for a Bruising...

2011-08-15T10:04:00.003+01:00

For the last few months I've been AWOL from this blog, and quiet on other formerly frequent haunts across the kinkosphere. It's not that it's been a kink-free time completely; I could have written about what an amazing time I had at the Lowewood Academy boarding school weekend back in May, about beginning to dip my toes and make friends on the Australian scene or about starting to play with

Ready or not?

2011-04-02T17:44:00.003+01:00

I've been somewhat silent for the last couple of months because there really is only so much you can say about feeling hurt and lost. Intentions to throw myself into the munches and clubs of Melbourne weren't quite followed through as I realised I needed to establish a normal life first (though I did meet a couple of lovely friends). Not to mention having spent five of the last six weeks abroad

Little Victories

2011-02-13T12:10:00.003Z

This week has been a really hard week. For no real reason I've been exhausted, struggling to get out of bed in the morning and wanting nothing more than to collapse by the time 5 o'clock rolls around. Work has been incredibly stressful with a lot of uncertainty around whether or not I was heading off to Africa for weeks only resolved a few days before I fly. The novelty of being in a new

More like me

2011-02-06T12:06:00.003Z

Yesterday marked my first month in Australia - it certainly hasn't been plain sailing but there has been a lot of good. Am happily settled into my new flat, have met some lovely friends, joined a bookclub and work is keeping me very busy. It's really hard being so far away from family and friends, to miss exciting social events, giggling over a glass of wine or just being able to have a bit of

All By Myself

2011-01-19T14:38:00.004Z

I really am all by myself. My first two weeks down under have been something of a whirlwind - not many people succeed in needing emergency dental within 48 hours of arriving in a country! One wisdom tooth lighter (I never was very wise!) I've realised a few things about myself...- I'm actually quite good at looking after myself. Within 10 days of arriving I'd found and signed the lease on a

With a little help from my friends...

2010-12-27T16:54:00.004Z

Just a quick post to say a massive thank you to all the friends who've held my hand through the last year and a bit and offered tea, cuddles and a shoulder to cry on when I've needed it, which has been quite a lot. I haven't blogged much for quite a while because frankly life has been mostly less than sparkly and too many 'feeling sad today' posts are very dull and very self indulgent. It's not

Less than 'me'

2010-12-01T21:39:00.000Z

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about headspace and bdsm and how it can make me feel. One thing I’ve realised is that although I love playing in the space where I’m riding the pain, there’s lots of banter and I’m quite ‘high’ sometimes I want something different. I want to be less than ‘me’. It’s odd but when I’m playing like that, not really feeling it when it hurts,

Back to College

2010-09-13T20:56:00.002+01:00

I go back to college on Thursday to study for a qualification I don't really want. Exams, assessments, homework, long Thursday evenings and Saturdays of studying something I don't *really* care about to be something I don't really want to be. Going back wasn't the easiest decision but however much I stamp my feet about it I *am* working in finance for now for very good reasons. And if I am

Dashwood House...

2010-07-12T23:17:00.004+01:00

Look where I found on my travels...

Corner Time

2010-07-12T00:30:00.002+01:00

"But you don't stand still...ever!"Was my best friend's confused comment as I tried to explain a little more about what I was 'into'. Some of what we do is difficult for vanillas to grasp, particularly when it's not especially sexual and falls more into the 'DS' than the 'B' or 'SM' aspects of what we do. We've been talking quite a lot about it recently - she's going through some hard times

Inappropriate...

2010-06-27T20:10:00.002+01:00

The hotel that we are hosting our annual workshop in is partly old and colonial, which has led to not a few inappropriate thoughts when the planning meetings get too stupefying. It's hardly fair to put me in a 150 year old colonial building that was originally a ballroom and is now used for conferences and to expect me to focus very well on presentations and the best position for the podium. My

Renaissance

2010-06-25T18:35:00.003+01:00

My world is on the move again hopefully for the better. All going to plan I'm starting a new job in a couple of weeks and escaping my psycho boss. Am in Sri Lanka facilitating a 'final fling' workshop but mostly just wanting to go to the beach. Feeling more engaged with my dark and dirty side than I have for a while, mostly due to being generally unhappy and stressed out (hence the lack of

Feeling confused...

2010-05-13T00:32:00.002+01:00

About what I want right now. The certain thing is more play - the boy interest is away, several play dates have been cancelled and work has been making it hard to get to clubs and events I'd like to attend. It almost feels as if the kink within and play-life that were blossoming a year ago have wilted away. I know why and don't like the reasons but they're hard to deal with. Part of me wants

Everything I am...

2010-03-31T23:16:00.000+01:00

A teenager dreaming of faraway places or solemnly voicing ambitions to build schools and hospitals in Africa to a disbelieving PSE class whose desires rested upon flash cars and designer trainers.A school leaver singing a rainbow with coloured balloons teaching quechua children English in darkest Ecuador or trembling with excitement at riding in the back of a pick-up truck for the first time.

Purple Thursday knickers...

2010-03-17T21:59:00.004Z

So this week didn't quite provoke the flurry of posting that I'd hoped for. In fact the outcome has been something a little akin to a non-kinky workhouse or sweatshop that has seen me toil for fifteen hours a day with little prospect of resolving half of the issues the team here are facing. Not that I haven't *had* kinky thoughts about living here in ancient times (the place has barely changed

Middle Eastern Reformatory

2010-03-13T15:21:00.004Z

I am on my travels with work again. Sitting in a distant hotel room as the Call to Prayer echoes out across the land. An ancient city surrounded by mountains full of places to inspire kinky thoughts in a girl like me. Work travel has the ability to be terribly isolating as you battle with strange menus, dodgy hotels and the knowledge that everyone back home is probably having a riot whilst you

Do they really notice...

2010-02-21T18:05:00.002Z

Or even care? 'They' being men in this case. Us girlies obviously spend a lot of time before a scene thinking about what we're going to wear, how to do our hair and which underwear will go best. Thing is I didn't use to spend quite long thinking about it - I had one set of black quite nice H&M bra and pants and the rest were plain cotton and slightly stretched. I have distinct memories of

Strange mood

2010-02-19T00:22:00.000Z

I'm thinking about the Great Halls of ancient warriors. Braziers lit, ornate hangings on the wall, long feasting tables with wooden benches, probably a roast pig or four. A triumphant local Chieftain or petty King, probably some minstrels playing something warlike with lots of drums. One by one the hostages taken to ensure the good behaviour of the kingdoms he has defeated are presented to him

Sunday Night Blues

2010-02-07T23:57:00.003Z

I have the Sunday night blues, a bad case of them. No one likes Mondays but I don't remember the impending sense of doom hitting quite so brutally on Sunday nights a year or two ago. I'm happier in my job than I was back then (still frequently bored but at least it's worthwhile) and generally a pretty happy bunny so think it must be a bit of a reflection of the pattern that my life's taking

Sweet girl, action girl

2010-02-05T16:13:00.000Z

A vanilla friend once jokingly said that my problem was that I wasn't sure if I wanted to be Lara Croft or Legally Blonde. At the time I was frantically trying on dresses for a black tie dinner in the forty minute gap between racing on the river and having to jump on a bus to go rock climbing for the weekend. The girly part of me demanded trying on virtually every dress in multiple shops

Click Conundrums

2010-01-26T16:59:00.001Z

When I talk about kink I talk a lot about the elusive ‘click’. Click is what makes you instantly warm to someone and thus find yourself giggling over your sixth cocktail and a plate of tapas hours into what was meant to be a quick drink. Or when you start chatting to someone and discover that you both stayed at the same backpackers’ hostel in a tiny African village, have a mutual obsession with

Mermaid

2010-01-14T21:32:00.000Z

Pearlescent, almost ethereal she lay,Dark hair pooling around her shoulders;Slight like silver birch or willow;Skin pale and perfect as a dove.She looked like a mermaid he’d saidThat first day they’d met in the rain,Struggling with a pile of library books;Damp hair whipping in her face. Tea in a non-descript caféWith chintzy cups and chipped plates,Scones with cream and raspberry jamAs red as

The audition pt1

2010-01-08T21:50:00.000Z

Lavina fumbled nervously with the strings of her corset in dressing room, aware that she could hear him pacing impatiently next door. Although she had only just met Mr Thomas she already had the distinct impression that he was not the type of man who appreciated being kept waiting. She'd got that much from their conversation about her audition over the phone, three outfits, an address and the

Memories...

2010-01-06T14:55:00.000Z

It's funny how the strangest of things can trigger memories. I was organising my underwear drawer (the one for normal underwear, not the one for super frilly tutu knickers, corsets, camisoles and babydolls - they share a separate drawer with my hair straighteners!) and the whole thing ended up making me feel quite nostalgic. You see, I almost threw away the knickers that I'd bought to do my

A little bit of fabulous...

2009-12-24T23:42:00.000Z

to everyone at Christmas time and into 2010 - because sometimes we all need it. For those who are unsure of where to acquire a little bit of fabulous may I recommend the following:- Hanging out with the people you most enjoy spending time with and care about. Having friends you love is the height of fabulousness and I'm lucky to be blessed with some wonderful people who I adore - and are the

Catharsis

2009-12-19T23:28:00.000Z

We all go to some dark places, places that on one level we seek to avoid but on another are compelled to explore. Places that take you beyond the 'nice' side of the scene, beyond the characters we hide behind and onto something deeper. Sometimes characters can guide the way but it's somewhere you have to allow your real self to go, something you have to admit is what you need and allow yourself

All I want for Christmas...

2009-12-17T22:40:00.000Z

Inspired by Jessica's post I've been having a think about what I want for Christmas. Ideally all metaphorically wrapped up in pretty paper with shiny ribbons. I have after all, mostly been a very good girl and paid the price when I'm not. Obviously I would have asked for World Peace but my friend LJ got there first so here are a few other ideas...1. For there to be enough snow overnight to

Rude 12 Days of Christmas

2009-12-13T23:35:00.004Z

I have just come back from the Christmas party for a charity show I play in the band for each year. A rude version of the 'Twelve Days of Christmas' is traditional with the group dividing into 6 groups and taking two days of Christmas each. Our group came up with 'Two pierced nipples' and 'Ten prince alberts' but classics included 'A blow job down an alley' and 'Eight anal beads'...All rather

Graham's meme

2009-12-10T12:00:00.000Z

Hello lovely people, I'm afraid I've been somewhat stuck in a blogging black hole and so apologies for the lack of posts recently. My stress levels with real-life stuff are approaching stratospheric, I've been sickly and busy and think I'm probably suffering from something akin to burn-out. This is a bit of a shame as I have a lot of half-written blog posts, not to mention the rest of my house

Arrivals

2009-11-28T22:50:00.001Z

From the Diary of Dorothea LatimerFriday 20th November, 1809Under Mrs Derby's watchful eye I assisted in the packing of our carriage and the accompanying wagons in the drizzling rain. The aim was to allow me the opportunity to practice some of what I had learned of household management, which will be essential if I am fortunate enough to make a good match. Despite having been out for several

Wanted...one flatmate

2009-11-07T10:02:00.002Z

For the best girly houseshare in town. We are sadly losing a flatmate, which means we're on the hunt. It shouldn't be a problem - we're advertising on kinky sites and have already had lots of interest. Thing is we have a fairly clear idea of what we want - a girl, similar age to us, kinky with a love of ice cream, dressing up and debauchery. We have 2 months to find someone because getting

Dark and fluffy

2009-11-04T17:20:00.003Z

Being away from home is having a strange effect on my kinkometre. I'm swinging between nice fluffyness and daydreaming about nice bedtime spankings and pretty new knickers and general 'good girl' play...and really dark fantasies with lots of tears and breaking. It's totally polarised my play brain. So...cute pyjama scenes or dark and stormy towers and tears and pain. Hum. Both are nice.I

Pretty on the inside

2009-11-03T17:07:00.002Z

"Slut-kiss girls won't you promise her smack Is she pretty on the inside Is she pretty from the back"Or so sang Courtney Love to an angry thirteen year old me sitting in my dimmed bedroom burning candles and drinking Hooch with my equally disillusioned best friend. I don't think we thought we were pretty on the inside, though we were both Guides and I was already harbouring dreams of

All roped up and nowhere to go...

2009-11-02T14:48:00.002Z

I am away from home, jetlagged and struggling with the kinky blogging - which is a shame because a few half-formed ideas are so hot they virtually beg to be put down on paper. It's frustrating but these trips seem to either inspire a train of filth or leave me high and dry. What I have been thinking about is rope and the yummy associated spaceyness. Not to mention the snug and safe feeling when

Airport lounge discipline

2009-10-30T17:10:00.000Z

I'm off on my travels again with work. It's not too glamorous - 18 hour journeys in economy that leave you dying for a shower and a sleep (but what I do is worthwhile so it's ok). One of the pluses is that we can access the business lounges at airports so if we're in transit we can recharge laptops and chill out a bit. My membership card's only just arrived so I was very excited as I bounced off

Sing a song of weekends...

2009-10-27T13:22:00.003Z

the internet gone awry,four and twenty stern strokes,though I didn't cry.Enough bad poetry I think. Due to the incompetence of O2 we have been internetless at home for the last week and a bit, which has led to a bit of a hiatus in posting. This is a great shame as I've been rather busy on the play front - a visit to the boy interest (who has abandoned me to study down South temporarily - booo!),

Mine

2009-10-15T22:07:00.001+01:00

I'm kneeling on the bed trying to sit still as I wait. Seamed stockings carefully straightened, frilly french knickers and a pretty bra. Lots of make-up, he likes it when it runs. I can see myself in the mirror and sit up so my tummy looks better but nervously appraise that I look pretty hot. Good.He comes in, looks me up and down and strokes my hair. I purr and then wince as he slaps me

Three's a crowd?

2009-10-14T22:29:00.003+01:00

Living in a kinky girls' flat the issues surrounding poly and it's many permutations never stay out of the conversation for too long. Of the four of us I have the boy interest (though it's probably more accurate to say he has me :) ) and we can play with other people, one girl has a vanilla monogamous boyfriend (which causes all sorts of problems - particularly because she's very minxy and he is

Love Our Lurkers Day!

2009-10-13T12:51:00.003+01:00

Today is the fourth annual 'Love our Lurkers Day' organised by the wonderful Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts. So a chance for any shy, embarrassed or simply rather quiet people to say hello and delurk - I would love to hear from you. Why not just say hi, ask any burning questions you may have (please not why is your posting so erratic - yes I am a bit lazy!) or just give a big wave. The spanking

ERECTION SPECIALISTS

2009-10-06T10:18:00.003+01:00

I know men like to let each other know that 'mine's bigger than yours' but surely this is taking penis envy a bit far? Amusingly the bloke in the van tried to stop me taking a picture but failed miserably...What will we see next?'TRAMLINE EXPERTS'MARKS GUARANTEED''I HAVE THE BIGGEST PADDLE''BRATS PULVERISED'Feel free to add your own suggestions (yes, I am a little bored today!)

Back to School

2009-10-05T23:50:00.000+01:00

For real rather than play for once. Having sorrowfully graduated, packed my bags, bought a suit and moved to London for a grown-up job three years ago it's more than a little surreal. I'm not full-time, as my job is 5 days a week (and more when I'm travelling) it's just one evening a week for three hours, plus at least as much reading again. All in all pretty manageable but when you factor in

Vulnerability

2009-10-03T22:40:00.001+01:00

Vulnerability is a huge part of what we do. Vulnerability for subs in really letting themselves go and submitting to someone else's whims but also vulnerability for Doms in exercising what the mainstream labels as misogynistic or abusive. I've had some interesting discussions with guys who've always had urges to spank their girlfriend or tie them up but found it really hard to accept because

The Fear Factor

2009-10-02T00:25:00.000+01:00

The 'Fear Factor' can be one of the biggest rushes in a scene BDSM in general. The slightly sick, out of body feeling when you hear that tone of voice and the build-up has been just right. The looming realisation that something's going to happen and it's going to hurt and you deserve it. For me the fear factor is greatest in role play scenes as in reality tangible fears don't hold much sway

War and Peace

2009-09-25T22:10:00.000+01:00

The boy interest jokingly told me last week (following the fighting back incident) that if I was a book I'd be 'War and Peace'. My response to this was "What - thick and boring?!", which he tactfully assured me wasn't the case. Apparently it's because I alternate between being very feisty and all mellow and mewly and am a little hard to read, which is actually rather clever of him.You see I am

Preparations...

2009-09-23T22:14:00.002+01:00

My school shirt has gone in the wash and I've freshly polished my school shoes. I've laid out my school skirt, knee high socks, tie and a fresh pair of white knickers. It was the knickers that created something of a dilemma because they are plain and white but there's a lace band around the waist and I normally prefer my school knickers completely plain. They are pretty and new and still

This one fights back...

2009-09-22T19:20:00.002+01:00

I want to blog on the somewhat sensitive topic of 'fighting back' or resisting in scenes and in this I include verbal resistance as well as more physical struggling. It's a sensitive topic because it tends to divide people into those who are horrified at the concept of a sub resisting (or resisting themselves) and those who enjoy it in context. I fall into the latter category and enjoy waging a

Who do you think you are?

2009-09-17T23:33:00.003+01:00

And other assorted nineties anthems...Emma Jane recently posted an interesting blog about Balance. This is a topic that is very close to my heart, as someone who often has to choose between three or four vanilla engagements on a Saturday night before you even start to factor in kinky happenings. One of the things that I find difficult about 'the scene' is the difficulty in not becoming so drawn

Corsets and vintage daydreams

2009-09-16T12:30:00.005+01:00

I love this photo, mostly because it doesn't look very much like me. The black and white graininess somehow make it look quite vintage and I love the way the light is reflecting on my shoes.It got me thinking about who I might have been...A showgirl who had displeased her employer and was abasing herself to save her job, knowing full well she'd feel his crop for messing up her number after a few

Love your curves...

2009-09-13T13:28:00.003+01:00

I am not renowned for loving my body. Not that there's anything significantly wrong with it, it's just not quite as teeny tiny and muscle bound as I was in the height of my sporting days, when my mother used to jokingly refer to me as 'the hipless wonder'. It's also a 'girl thing' as by nature we're never happy with our bodies - we want bigger boobs, smaller boobs, more curves, less curves,

Home and Away...

2009-09-13T13:25:00.002+01:00

Have had a bit of a whirlwind ten days that have made for an action-packed week of work. Rebecca went to school last Saturday, Molly made another appearance at the reformatory, I went on holiday with the boy interest for four nights and then we conspired to pull of a surprise kidnap scene for a lovely friend. So apologies for not blogging but sometimes life has to take over...and at least I

Reality vs. fantasy

2009-09-03T11:54:00.003+01:00

I have recently realised that I find it very difficult to write about real scenes, even when sometimes I want to. Other bloggers seem to find this a lot easier, or at least are more disciplined about doing it. Whilst I ramble on quite happily about the ideas and headspaces that come from scenes, or fantasy scenes and images I struggle a bit on writing up actual scenes. When I do I'm rarely

What's in a name

2009-09-01T21:11:00.002+01:00

As a kinky girl who likes to indulge in a little role-play with her slap, slap harder and please don't tickle I sometimes face something of a challenge in coming up with names. This weekend was no exception, after a stressful week I'd failed to email details of my character for the reformatory to my playmates (insert note - bad Rebecca) because I hadn't had the kink energy to come up with

Minxyness

2009-08-31T15:23:00.005+01:00

It has been a bit of a playtastic weekend (she says with a smile). On Friday evening the boy interest and some other friends of ours went to the London Munch. I was wearing a very short skirt, though not the shortest one I own. To prove that it was short Jessica and the boy interest started slapping the fronts of my thighs in the busy pub and this somehow morphed into a competition to see who

Reaffirmation

2009-08-26T22:33:00.002+01:00

I have noted a 'positive' for the feeling more grown-up, namely that it's bought back some of the self-confidence that has suffered a bit during a nightmare couple of years. That in turn has me racing after life's technicolour goodness and the training for the half-marathon has taken a huge leap forward. Suddenly I don't just want food, I want good food. I don't just want to exercise I want to

When I grew up

2009-08-23T17:24:00.004+01:00

It's been a funny couple of months - not so much a storm as seemingly living in the middle of a tornado. A new job, which finally is worthwhile and has real purpose but has seen me take in four countries in the last five weeks and dumped me back down feeling washed out, if ultimately pleased. Throw in a few scary situations - a shooting outside the hotel, machine guns on every street corner,

Bad Rebecca...

2009-08-22T23:27:00.002+01:00

Between travelling with work and attempting to recover I have not had time to post but fear not people I have not been shot, kidnapped or sold into white slavery (phew!). In the meantime if you haven't seen it go and book tickets for Avenue Q immediately - the most brilliant, funny and true show I have seen in a while. The boy interest and I went on Friday and I want to go again.After all...The

Yes I am a girl - get over it

2009-08-17T21:48:00.002+01:00

Aka 'Girls Run Too' or'Breaking the Gender Rules'Soooo I am in a rather scary conservative Muslim country peeps. So much that I have purchased long skirts and baggy tops to wear (anyone who knows me will confirm that this is very out of character!) and am wandering around with a headscarf on. Despite this I still look very British but at least not as bizarre as I would in a burkha!I decided

They saw me coming...

2009-08-14T15:28:00.004+01:00

Last night I stopped over in Dubai en route to another work destination, this time in the Middle East. I have to say that I was exceptionally impressed by the hotel's attention to detail and efforts to ensure that every guest felt at home. For not only was I upgraded to a suite but it came complete with it's own spanking bench! Clearly the hotel go beyond the call of duty to make sure that

Greedy or adventurous?

2009-08-11T18:08:00.002+01:00

I've been thinking a bit recently about the differences between vanilla and kinky, between heterosexual and heteroflexible and the distinction between monogamy and more 'open options'. Bizarrely this was all bought on by evening meals on my work trip, because whenever we had dessert my colleague would always order plain vanilla ice cream. I worked my way though a coffee wafer basket, a '

Imperial Dreams

2009-08-07T20:12:00.003+01:00

I am feeling rather pleased with myself - I may have worked about 60 hours this week but I have finished - which gives me tomorrow to explore exciting city rather than going back to the office. To celebrate we went out for dinner at a totally fabulous hotel, which in the glory days was the peak of Imperial hospitality and hobnobbing. It was also quite simply beautiful, with many of the period

Dirty minds and dark thoughts

2009-08-05T18:55:00.001+01:00

So I am off on my travels again with work. Rather dodgy hotel and my boss is driving me absolutely insane (I can cope for 8 hours a day but 24 is threatening my sanity!). However I have seen a few signs that made me snigger...'HORN PLEASE' is plastered all over the cars and vans here. Am feeling a slightly sex starved so I know exactly what they mean...There are also 'STDS @50p/min' on offer,

Meet Dorothea...

2009-08-02T20:53:00.004+01:00

Jessica recently posted about plotting for Lord Fawcett's annual house party, for which she is the glamourous hostess. I am very excited to be attending as last year was a really incredible experience. She has posted about her character, Mrs Juliet Derby so I thought I would post about mine, not least because I am travelling with work again and sitting in a very dodgy hotel with jetlag so not

Ouch...

2009-07-31T18:05:00.005+01:00

I must not buy stupid presents...I must not buy stupid presents...I must not buy stupid presents...Because if you buy a top hitty things, the odds are that you will get hit with them at some point.The boy interest is fan of the hand of doom, as he rather smugly said "It has a good weight to it but is easy to control." He started off giving me ten strokes but the situation rapidly deteriorated to

Kinky snippets...

2009-07-30T12:00:00.000+01:00

From a bad girl's brain. Sometimes I get just a few images of a scene in my head but don't quite know the full story. Some of them are hot enough to be worth sharing though.****************************************************************I don't quite know who she is. She could be the daughter of a rival knight, taken in a raid. Or perhaps a wilful fiance. I don't think she's a servant,

Multiple usage...

2009-07-27T10:51:00.003+01:00

I ask you people seriously - do you think that these were seriously designed to be salad tongs...or designed as punishment implements and then sold as a pair to create the illusion that they could be used as salad tongs...Thoughts on a postcard!

Still Truculent...

2009-07-25T14:00:00.001+01:00

Rebecca ended up in Detention with Mr Shafebotham one Tuesday night (much to her horror - balmy summer nights are clearly for drinking gin and tonic under a starry sky, not writing lines).Rebecca hadn't actually done anything horribly wrong, it was more to do with her general attitude, which had been causing no small amount of trouble. Sitting waiting in the empty classroom and reading the

F*ck you very much...

2009-07-24T17:20:00.002+01:00

Someone is cruising for a bruising and for once it's not me. Having survived a rather interesting week I decided to go for a swim before dinner and trundled merrily up to the pool. I spent sixty lengths (it's a very small pool) dodging four extremely irritating teenage boys who appeared to be permeanently stationary except when deliberately getting in my way - they would sit there and then

Cocks, Condoms and sickly bunnies

2009-07-23T18:04:00.005+01:00

I have been a bit remiss in posting as I have been a sickly bunny and totally excelled myself in managing to come down with the flu in a big way whilst in Bangkok. Everyone is swine flu mad here so spent most of yesterday at the hospital where after some time it was established that I have normal flu, not swine flu - panic over! However me and my friend came up with something quite funny - they

Breaking the bar tab..

2009-07-19T09:43:00.006+01:00

It's a funny thing being a grown-up organising an event for a large number of people on foreign shores - you really have to think of everything! You see, we are having a bar tab tonight for participants and one of the issues discussed was how to stop other people accessing the tab - they are going to have to show their shiny new name badges. The coordinator was somewhat bemused that I thought

Technical query - can anyone post from their iPhone? I can do titles and tags but it won't let me write in the box? Help! Hugs and spanks xx

2009-07-18T18:08:00.001+01:00

Wanderlust...

2009-07-17T13:06:00.004+01:00

As a teenager I was obsessed with the idea of travelling. Not cruises, 5 star hotels or trips to New York though - I devoured travel literature and dreamt of turning up in strange and exotic places with just a backpack and my dreams. Bangkok, Annapurna, Kathmandu, Bhutan, Machu Picchu, Zanzibar and Mozambique were all places that haunted me. I remember sitting around a campfire at Leeds

Not stupid just fluffy...

2009-07-16T20:10:00.005+01:00

Or a bit of a rant. I'm mostly very much a girls' girl - friends come first, I hug people far too much and hold a secret belief that a girly night in with wine and chocolate can cure most of the world's ills. I don't really intellecutalise too much, and can be a bit what you see is what you get. I wear lots of pink, lots of glitter and tend to get over-excited. However, I am not stupid and it

Fond farewells

2009-07-14T17:30:00.004+01:00

We'd had a nice evening out on the town - gone to the cinema and then to a lovely restaurant for Thai food and cocktails. We got home and sat in the living room, chatting convivially with one of my flatmates and her other half and drinking coffee. Then he told me to go and get ready and wait for him in the bedroom (one of the joys of a kinky flat is that this type of command doesn't cause

The Lowewood post that wasn't...

2009-07-13T20:06:00.004+01:00

Inspired by Faye's recent posting of a Lowewood post that she didn't use I thought I would post one of mine that never made it onto the blog. Unlike Faye it wasn't because I couldn't make it fit but because it was pulled. To put the post into context it was written to go up the day after William and Roderick busted the Halloween party in the woods and succeeded in bribing Cassie and Sera to

Cruising for a bruising...

2009-07-09T22:00:00.006+01:00

In which Rebecca goes to 'school'...or rather an exceedingly tedious work training course. Six delegates, one warm classroom and a woman who seemed determined to repeat things about six million times, whilst simultaneously not covering anything useful. I was quite good in the morning, took notes to stop myself nodding off and asked questions but by the afternoon I'd had enough and soon found

Debauched and deluded?

2009-07-08T09:00:00.000+01:00

I recently got emailed the following question:'Do you think you like roleplaying because you're unhappy with your own life?'Which I thought was a bit cheeky, and for me isn't the case at all. In fact it's all pretty fantastic - I have a job working towards saving the world, which is what I've always wanted. I live in London with three fabulous flatmates, and although I complain about the

Blogging in bed...

2009-07-06T23:48:00.002+01:00

The end of the blog as we know it...

2009-07-05T20:21:00.006+01:00

Let us have a moment's silence for Lowewood Academy, a fabulous school blog that has closed it's door to the curious public today after three years of tantalising CP aficionados with tales of school, sex, spanking and much more. Lowewood was one of the first blogs I read when I took my wobbly first steps onto the scene in August 2007 and reading it became a bit of a daily ritual. I was

Introducing Lillie

2009-07-04T21:20:00.004+01:00

I've decided the time has come to share a little fiction with you so meet Lillie (and yes, there will be spanking - just not today!)"No no that just won't do you stupid child - I said the best cutlery!" She snapped, surveying the table I'd painstakingly laid for her luncheon with her odious friends."The best cutlery is only for special occasions." I replied tightly, trying not to glare at her.

Soundtrack to play to...

2009-07-02T21:13:00.002+01:00

I've been getting into the stride of running again, which has involved putting some serious thought into creating some new training playlists...songs for slow steady runs to keep me ticking along, fast stuff for sprints and the classic motivational tracks for when you think you're going to die (Eye of the Tiger anyone?).This got me thinking about soundtracks to play to...Britney's 'Hit Me Baby

Pushing my luck

2009-07-01T23:46:00.002+01:00

Is a habit of mine, and long may it reign. I don't want to become some sort of obedient doll who never questions, never teases or always does what it's told. I don't want to stop doing silly things like jumping in fountains, drinking too many cocktails, dancing on bars on holiday, misbehaving in playgrounds - all of that good stuff that makes you feel sparkly, happy and a little bit like there

Run Fat Girl Run...

2009-06-29T21:28:00.003+01:00

Also known as blind stupidity meets latent masochism. I have just entered myself into the Royal Parks Half Marathon in aid of a very worthwhile charity (subject to my place being confirmed). Given I haven't run that far for five year I suspect this may be somewhat stupid but my 'must save the World' radar has come into play, which is always dangerous! I am running for a charity that sets up

She had it coming...

2009-06-28T17:42:00.004+01:00

The problem with breaking the rules is that one has to accept that at times one will have 'it' coming (unless of course you're royalty and refer to yourself as one on a regular basis - then you can probably do as you choose). Having long since resigned myself to this I occupy myself with having as much fun as possible, despite the niggling awareness that it will catch up with me at some point.

2009-06-26T22:30:00.002+01:00

How hot is this image (stolen from the MarQes study) I just love the undertones of power and anticipation of what might be about to happen...or maybe already has...yum

Perfection...

2009-06-26T22:16:00.002+01:00

Is a Bombay Sapphire and tonic on the balcony on a warm summers evening, better than perfection is adding Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough to the mix...Even better is clubbing plans afoot for tomorrow...and maybe more Bombay Sapphire (yes, I am a gin snob!).Happy days...

Life can be tough on bottoms....

2009-06-25T22:07:00.002+01:00

Or so a toilet paper advertisement proclaimed yesterday, sending me and one of my flatmates into complete stitches. We'd just been talking about playing and thought it was very forward thinking of the manufacturer to be so public about things. After all, life can be tough on bottoms - soreness, bruises, stripes, humiliation, having to explain about the awful fall you had when someone spots your

Writhe...

2009-06-24T20:31:00.004+01:00

I've been thinking a lot about what make a scene work well and my most memorable scenes recently, working out what makes me tick. So I thought I'd share a few of them...It was a cold February evening and I was in the middle of a ridiculously busy week at work. I remember nervously watching the clock as I attempted to race through my deliverables, hoping desperately that my manager wouldn't

Thoughts of the week...

2009-06-22T23:26:00.006+01:00

In which I have been very bad and not really posted.1. If you take two days off work to party and then leave on time on your first day back to go and play with kinky friends you will be horrifically busy for the rest of the week. As in so busy you're practically oblivious to home-time passing, or alternatively raging at the clock in the quiet knowledge the rest of your mates are in a pub

On friends and frolics...

2009-06-17T22:41:00.002+01:00

Well peeps has been a very very busy few days catching up with friends, partying, playing and general all-round sparklyness and fun. Am a bit too tired to say anything more profound than I feel very lucky to have such fantastic friends (of all varieties - vanilla, raspberry ripple and even mint choc chip) and to be both basking in the glow of fabulous fun with nilla friends and have stripes from

Some of them want to be abused...

2009-06-15T23:25:00.003+01:00

Do you ever really want someone to hurt you?Not just a little bit so you moan and wriggle a bit but to make you struggle, cry or bite your lip until it bleeds? To go through the barrier where you stop struggling and just accept? I have an odd relationship with pain - I'm wary of it and sometimes I fear it but sometimes I also crave it and the adrenaline and subsequent calm that comes with it.A

Chaos rules...

2009-06-15T19:59:00.003+01:00

Chaos is a ruling force in my life, and I like it that way. It's June and I've no idea where I'll go on holiday in August, plans are made and cancelled at the last minute - I like to go with the flow. Planning or preparing things too far in advance mentally causes me pain, not to mention that I've always done some of my most inspired work at 3am. Being a last minute lass isn't choice, it's a

Being a grown-up

2009-06-11T23:57:00.003+01:00

Is something that I widely acknowledge is not as much fun as I thought it would be when I was six and insistent that I could eat a 'big persons' meal. I've done it quite well though, and on occasions even convince myself that this grown-up Rebecca taking on the world is in fact real. Then I throw my toys because working is inconvenient to holiday plans, or go out dancing and drinking too many

Read all about it...

2009-06-10T14:26:00.003+01:00

TUBE STRIKERS SPANKED AS COMMUTERS EXPRESS THEIR DISGUST...Ok so it's not an article in the local press but it should be. The tube strike has caused absolute chaos in London today, surely they should all be spanked? Definitely roleplay possibilities there..the young union official spanked by frustrated counterparts during the negotiation process...or assaulted by commuters wielding canes as she

A step too far...

2009-06-10T11:17:00.004+01:00

I am wondering if it would be taking things a little far to use the tube strike and having to work at home as a reason to go and visit some friends. How strict is the definition for 'working at home' anyway, I mean I'd be in a home (theirs admittedly) and surely 'working' could really be working at catching up. And having a cup of tea. Maybe not...Oh dear, it would appear that last night's

Darker places...

2009-06-04T20:14:00.004+01:00

the mind can wander from time to time.'She lies waiting and spread-eagled on the four poster bed, the warmth of a summer's evening still thick in the air. Her hair tumbles across the creamy white of her shoulders, which contrast sharply to the black corset that tightly constricts her waist. Despite the dying light the marks of the whip stand out on her back, crimson on pearl, a sign of his

House Shenanigans

2009-06-03T21:55:00.005+01:00

Mmmmm joys of living in a kinky house. Banter over a house dinner to celebrate my new job quickly turned to kinks and jinks (as it always does) which led to me professing a desire to do more rope and another flatmate commenting that she should practice. One thing led to another and soon she had her ropes out and proceeded to truss me up like a turkey (only sexier...I hope!).The dialogue went

Threats and promises...

2009-06-01T22:14:00.004+01:00

Have just got back from dinner with a vanilla friend who knows about my proclivities (though only because my ex told him in a fit of pique) and whilst catching up we were bantering about it a bit. I commented that I had nightmares about my parallel lives running into each other at some point, and he grinned and commented that it might happen sooner than I thought, to which I reacted by asking if

Good pain

2009-05-31T03:17:00.003+01:00

Have just been for a night out kinky clubbing with some lovely friends and am still slightly high and buzzy so not quite ready for sleep. Quite the opposite to how I felt a couple of hours ago after being whacked when I went all dopey and needed sugar before I could contemplate sitting in a car to go home...Was very much what I needed after a stressful couple of days featuring (in no particular

A gap in the market?

2009-05-27T21:15:00.003+01:00

I've just returned from a rather lovely day at a spa so am feeling all floaty and lovely. They had some rather interesting treatments which included a Japanese Salt Steam room which was supposed to be particularly good for boosting the respiratory system, a tropical shower to improve circulation, an ice fountain which was apparently good for your skin (I was not convinced) and an Indian Blossom