2011/04/21

Clubs, bottoms, country girls and hairbrushes

Los Angeles Times, 1938




Question 1
There really were fifty-nine Wives of Spanking Husbands Clubs?
The hairbrush-making industry must have been smiling from cheek to cheek...
Oh, sorry! eh...ear to ear.

Question 2
On what basis were you elected as the President of the Wives of Spanking Husbands club?
Comparison of smacks received, the size of the hairbrush, how red is thy bottom...?

Question 3
The auxiliary to the club was really named "The Daughters of Spanking Parents"?
Can only imagine how thrilled and excited the daughters must have been...

Question 4
What is it with men and hairbrushes?
I have an opinion about men and hairbrushes, but think I will exercise my right not to say anything, otherwise, a hairbrush might be held against my bottom...

On the left hand side bottom of the paper is a little quote under the heading
"Remember This":
"Happiness is like the unspoilt country girl that knows nothing about the city ways..."
(I am not saying a word - not one!)


2011/04/19

Not silly and NOT sulking

It is NOT that I am sulking...really!

However, I do find myself with rather a tender and sensitive bottom today, because apparently I am a "silly little girl" at times.

So, in my alternative "I am not and you can not say that I am" emotional state, I went in search of one of my favourite clips to prove that you also get "silly little boys"...



So there...


2011/04/18

Done and Dusted

 My day? Nerves, lots and lots of nerves. Add Uncle Nick to the recipe - terrorising me literally every hour, informing me out of the kindness of his heart how fast time to seem be going...


Finally driving to my doom through Johannesburg, in peak hour, the weather grey, and cold and just to add to my misery - raining. I had to take some very deep breaths, before pressing the button on the intercom, and nearly made a u-turn when his voice said "Come up"


I do not think HH has ever seen me so meek and mild in his life, and I really had a battle to look him in the eyes tonight. When asking him what it was that really had upset him so much with our conversation, he only gave me this slight smile and said, "Cannot remember, I forgot the moment I accepted your apology". This in effect means that I will have to watch my step very carefully in the future...TOP logic I suppose.


At least there was an upside to it all, he did state that I can be perkier next time...well, that was after he had gotten hold of my bottom, I have to add! Twelve with the cane, and thank all the gods in the heavens above, my fervently said prayers of the day were heard - the paddle made no appearance.


It seems that all is forgiven, but a lesson was learned for sure...all that my quick temper and even quicker mouth brought me in the end, was a very warm and tender bottom. I am going to stop writing now; one protesting part of my anatomy is quite insisting that I should seriously consider avoiding any sitting position for a while.

I could blame...

It is 4am on Monday morning...and here I am, wide-awake. This weekend past can only be classified under "Do not repeat"; however, I would have loved either another day, or the ability to go straight to Tuesday morning for this week.


I could blame my being awake this early on the dog next door that has been barking at the moon for the past hour or so, but I do know that is not really the reason why I am awake.


I could blame this horrid feeling in my stomach, the tight, knotty, butterfly feeling on the fact that the ham sandwich I had last night was not the best idea, but I do know that it has nothing to do with the feeling of dread.


I could blame this slight shivering in my hands to being awake at four in the morning, an indication of lack of sleep, or maybe having a cup of coffee so early, but I do know that I have slept more than my normal hours and that there is more coffee in my body than blood on any given day.


I could blame the clenching of my bottom muscles every so often on the fact that maybe I have slept in one position to long, but that would not explain the visions of paddles and canes that comes with it away.


Today is Monday. It is a day of reckoning, timed to happen at exactly six this evening. I can only blame my being awake at 4am on this Monday morning on the fact that I know that I have quite a bit of reckoning coming my way.



2011/04/17

Honesty

In my early twenties, I met a man with whom I fell passionately in love with, he was everything I wanted and more, and I could not quite believe my luck that he seemed to be just as in love with me. However, it was only a fairy tale that ended in such tragedy, not only for me - but also for another girl that was pulled into the web of deceit. He was a fraudster in all the ways you can think of, and for her, her willingness and eagerness to do things out of love, in the end resulted in her taking her own life. He was convicted and sentenced to go to prison, all the glamour and status that everyone had attached to him, stripped away in a blink of an eye. Me?

 

In the days that were to come, I heard from many voices that were dealing with the chaos he left in his wake, that even he admitted, that even after two years of trying, he was unable to move me in the direction of assisting him in his activities. I was chosen not for me, but for the position, I had held in a company. Moreover, like the fool I was, I was totally oblivious to all this. In the aftermath, a lot of attention was paid to the dealings of people within the company, and during this period, two people were going out of their way to spread the nastiest of rumours about me.


I do not remember much of the days that did follow, I was broken on so many levels that I could barely function. One day, I was called into a manager's office, where I was informed that the investigations were over. The two people that were so active in smearing my name were found to be involved in their own little money making scams, however, no wrongdoing could be found in anything that I did - and taken the circumstances they would like to award me for my honesty. That was the day when I finally broke down.


I did nothing out of the ordinary where my work was concerned, I did what was expected of me, and I did it well. I was oblivious to the attempts that he did make to alter my work ethics, and yes, in hindsight I could remember the incidents - how I laughed at him about certain statements, how I refused to discuss procedures that were deemed as confidential. However, nothing could take away the knowledge that I was nothing more than a fool, a fool that was left with her heart broken in small bitter pieces.


The reason for telling this non-spanking story on a Sunday morning? I have been receiving mails from a girl that used to be on the Facebook pages. She is in trouble, and she needs professional help, but part of the damage that has been done to her, was through the lies and deceit that people now so easily spread through the internet. I have become the focus of her delusions, but at the same time, my heart is breaking for her.


The dangers of the internet are known – there are those who deliberately set out to deceive, defraud and commit crimes. Nevertheless, the internet also offers anonymity, a place where you can talk freely about your dreams, your fantasies, and your life. Here I am known as Raven Red, which obviously is not my real name. However, this I do know - everything that I have written down or wrote about is based on the truth, and is the truth. Where it is not, and is a tale, I will say that it is.


It had taken years to recover from something that happened to me when I was barely twenty-four, and therefore I know how important it is to be honest in everything I do. I know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of deliberate deceit and lies - and no one should be left, (normally alone) bewildered and hurt beyond comprehension to pick up the pieces of their lives.

2011/04/16

Nothing left

I have been sitting around all day long drinking loads of coffee and water, not by own choice though - I was officially working. The problem was that there were processes that had to be followed, which, unfortunately were not in my hands. So, with nothing much else to do but wait, I have had a whole day to do nothing more than think about Monday evening.


I have read every newspaper the coffee shop have to offer, had conversations with total strangers, sat with my headphones listening to music, had breakfast and lunch, and even dinner, but the whole time my thoughts will eventually have drifted back to what is to come. I know that it is called anticipation, I know that as the time draws closer, it becomes all consuming, your body reacting with every though that flits through your mind that you so desperately try to suppress, I know this, I have been here before. Yet, this time, it is so very different.


It has nearly been a year since the day that I met HH in a coffee shop. This strange man was looking across a table at me, while I was nervously discussing a topic, which in the end became a crucial turn around point in my life. From the first spanking where I point blank refused for my panties to come down – and he the gentleman that he is, to allow for it, to the point now where he only states to “prepare myself”, he has always been a constant. Not even realising it he has become such a critical part of my life, not only a disciplinarian, but a friend that I can say good morning to every day.


I know that I am going to receive the punishment of my life on Monday evening; after all, I was warned – more than once at that. I know that I will not be sitting comfortably for a few days – that is a given. However, the uncertainty regarding the consequences of what I have done, or how much damage I have caused, that is new to me. I have effectively transported myself back to a year ago – nervous and unsure of myself, but with one major difference.


The first time I relied on bluster, wit, and cheeky comments to maintain some form of equilibrium, but on Monday evening I will be no longer able to do that – he knows me to well. For the first time ever since I have met HH, none of my defences will be in place, for I have nothing else left but to offer my full submission.


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