I avoided the Study...

This afternoon, on our way back from London to the north, Uncle Nick and I stopped off for a meet and greet over a cup of coffee and okay, in my case a slice of apple pie as well. The man we came to meet was soft spoken, a gentle man by all accounts...er...excluding anything to do with football and spanking. Restricted due to our surroundings we could not discuss the latter, but watching his body language and eyes when the topic of football came up, and a near misunderstanding about a football team that might be supported, I was very relieved that I have not had the "pleasure" to do the bending over, baring the bottom thingy with him yielding some awful spanking implement.

However, I have finally met the man behind MarQe's Study. The short time that we had to chat it was confirmed that the person behind this popular blog is an intelligent, interesting and amicable man, with a deep core of caring and goodwill towards others, no matter how difficult the circumstances might be. This afternoon will definitely go down as one of my most memorable moments in this trip to the UK.

Oh, and I am sure that MarQe will confirm that I am the most obedient girl he has ever met, that I never talk back, that I am definitely not cheeky and that I should not be spanked at all.

I did NOT hide your cane up there, Sir...


Best behaviour...

It has been a couple of days since I have last posted, but I have been a full time tourist...to poor Uncle Nick's frustration. Tomorrow we are off to the munch somewhere in the middle of London. Now taking into consideration that my feet and legs hurt, and that I urgently require to be able to sit down...I am in the process of trying very hard to stay out of trouble from this moment onwards. There will be no " insolence", arguments or attitude from my side...really...



She has assumed the position, waiting.
With her heart pounding, she listens if she can hear him.
Her mouth is dry, wondering what her punishment will be.
Her stomach clenches, feeling the moistness and heat between her thighs...
Her bottom is tingling.
She stays in place...her legs restless, cold and hot at the same time.
She wants him to end her waiting,
Wishing that he has changed his mind,
Praying that he did not.
She waits...


Spanking clips, DUI and English weather

The idea:
There are certain times when I do question my own sanity. Today was one of those days - in actual fact, the questioning into my cognitive functioning actually started yesterday morning, as soon as what the words: " Let's make a spanking clip" left my mouth. I am no actress, to that my looks and purse can sadly testify, and previous attempts at role-playing left me helplessly in tears - from laughter. So, to make matters worse, after the first couple of words were uttered, I added that the spanking clip should be linked to one of the outstanding “misunderstandings" between me and Uncle Nick in order for me to react in a genuine fashion.

The " What was I thinking!" moment 
An incident of driving after having a drink or two, turned into a drunk driving offence with any changes of wiggling my way out of it, disappearing like the sun in English rain. I did rather fervently prayed last night that today would bring bright sunshine - one should explore and not stay indoors while the sun does shine over here - but the steady dripping of rain against the windows dashed that hope early this morning. My attempt to sleep late due to " exhaustion" was further nipped in the bud by Uncle Nick whispering that he had decided that my errant ways in not only disobeying him, but that of the laws of a country were to be rewarded by twenty-four strokes of the cane by lunchtime today.

Current...er... "status":
My first ever spanking or rather caning now captured on footage being edited by Uncle Nick. I did have a look at it - but the involuntary clenching of my bottom muscles in sympathy soon put an end to that. We did go out for dinner afterwards- and what was comfortable chairs yesterday had for some strange reason changed overnight into the most unyielding and uncomfortable seats. I have been knicker-less since lunchtime - and it is not that I am that daring; it is a sheer question of trying to keep anything away from touching a very sore, rather striped and red bottom. And I am now going to bed, to sleep on my stomach, and to repeat the following mantra: "You will NOT have any more bright bottom ideas..ever."



I have to confess that I have been avoiding my blog. The last week in South Africa before my flight to the UK was filled with seemingly non-stop last minute arrangements and meetings, and I never had a chance to even think about the blog, never mind write or post some images. The reality that I was finally on my way to the UK, only really set in when I was walking through the Frankfurt airport on my way to board the connecting flight.

Even with the excitement bubbling, a dreadful sadness settled over me. Seven weeks to spend with someone I deeply care about, the desperate attempts to slow time down, fill the days with as much as what is possible - but yet, knowing every day that time is limited. Three weeks have already flown past - I have met people and am still due to meet some more. I have seen and experienced places with so many more that I want to see. I have been folded into his arms, held as he promised me he would when we see each other again. I have been on the receiving side of his lectures and some of my offerings of “valid reasons" had resulted in him laughing from the bottom of his toes.

I have been pulled over his lap, a rebellion instantly quelled by his hand bruising my bottom. I have confirmed once again that for my bottom's welfare, the cane he has stashed in his closet should be destroyed. The tawse he so lovingly nurtures - well, words escape me. He has left it out - where I can see it every day, and I have had wonderful ideas about accidental mishaps that could befall that piece of leather...but must admit the courage to follow through is sorely lacking.

In all this time I did not want to blog. The blog reminds me of the escape it offers from being separated from him, being in another country - the tool to use to calm and soothe the hurt. The blog reminds me that the time will soon come again...my hurt, my frustration and sorrow growing as everyday go past, building to that moment where life seems to lose its vibrancy and colours again. I understand world economics, immigration policies, and the difficulties currently experienced in this wonderful country, but as I living my life in this country with him for the couple of days given to us, I also know that I have always been optimistic about life...yet, now, I am only praying for some miracle.

I am no longer sure whether I can survive the sorrow that I know will be arriving soon, or will be able to fight off the bleakness and loneliness that builds every day with the longing and missing. I do not know how much pieces of my life I will have to lose again as I wish it away until I can board a plane again for a bit of time with him...returning to a blog to fill that void and soothe the pain within my soul.

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