Wednesday, 21 March 2018

St. Patricks Day Revellers.

   St. Patricks Day Revellers.


St. Patrick Day revellers in Oz.




This young madam needs her bottom spanked, and so do her pals. my old headmistress would have

been overjoyed to behold this young woman's state of dress, she could only slipper us Grammar

School  girls on our thick cotton briefs and heavy duty bottle green serge skirts,

education authority rules forbid the raising of skirts,

oh what joy for her to be presented with a bare bottom to chastise,,

the sole of her slipper would be red hot, and as for the state of the Sheila's bottom doesn't bare

thinking about.









Friday, 12 January 2018

Ouch! again

OUCH! AGAIN.

Yes I have used that headline before. just received a sound self spanking, and now I'm stating to regret it. 
wearing white cotton panties,tights and a black mini-skirt.
I lashed down as hard as I could, now I'm sore and bruised,
will I ever learn.😭🙍

Sunday, 7 January 2018

THE MORNING AFTER. yvonne.

THE MORNING AFTER.

Yvonne wakes to a painful morning.


After her severe spanking Yvonne sits at the breakfast table her mum has kindly provided a cushion for her to sit on, her bottom is still sore from last nights spanking administered by her stepdad, she is glad he is out at work, she would be embarrassed to look him in the eye,
its bad enough her gloating mum,
don't pick at your food I spent some time cooking you a proper breakfast,
Yvonne continued to eat tho she didn't feel hungry at all.

she just wanted to hide away in her bedroom spin a few platters, listen to some music, cheer her self up,
normally she would meet friends and go into town do some girly shopping, mebbe take in a film at the big cinema,
or even have a drink, there were plenty bars in the town centre where they could get served,
they had a right laugh,
a couple of Babychams and she's any bodies they joked about one of the lasses,
they even laughed about the time one of them sixteen at the time plastered in make up was dragged out by her mum, having been spotted by a neighbour,
her usual howls of hyena like laughter were cut short as her mum grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her out of the door,
administering a couple of hard smacks to her daughters backside as she left, much to the amusement of the other customers,
she returned to work on the Monday morning ashen faced head down, she hardly spoke,
no make up, hair tied back in a ponytail, her skirt at least three inches longer than her normal office attire,
Yvonne spoke to her in the ladies during their break, are you ok, yeah I suppose so just sore,
my mum didn't half tan my bum when she got me home wooden backed hairbrush on my panties,
really embarrassing over the old witches knee, and she just kept on spanking my poor bottom,
left cheek right cheek she just kept on spanking my bottom, I was crying my eyes out begging for mercy,
my bum was that swollen my knickers wouldn't fit, Yvie had to laugh at that, oh its not funny you rotten cow her friend exclaimed. 
I won't be going to any pubs in the near future,


A similar spanking to that received by Yvonne's friend.


are you listening to me girl her mums voice broke into her reverie,
oh! eh! yes, it doesn't seem like it are you going to town with your pals today?,
no I'll just stop in oh! sulking are you, no I'm not why don't you leave me alone you got what you wanted last night didn't you,
and you got what you deserved and you will be gerrin some more before long I'm warning you,
I'm going shopping wash the breakfast things and tidy up,
mum clashed the door as she left.

Yvonne was glad to be left alone in the house,

she started washing the dishes as instructed by her mum,
true she was a big lassie as her mum had said and she had a big bottom,
but her stepdad was a large powerful man egged on by her gloating mother he had laid it on hard with the heavy piece of wood,
she was wearing her nightie under her dressing gown, no panties, if she went out she would need to don panties, nylon tights and a tight skirt, and she didn't fancy sitting on a hard bar stool even walking was painful,
she had examined her bottom when she rose after a fitful nights sleep,
she could detect individual lines made by the wooden instrument yellow and purple wheals,
but mostly merging into one large bruise covering her whole (large bottom,) it felt incredibly painful she wouldn't sit comfortably for days,
her bottom was like the eye of a lad in class who had a black eye playing rugby,
the girls had found it amusing,
she had cried and wailed during her chastisement, the pain had been awful, but she was still suffering the aftermath, she began sniffling then sobbing, why oh! why did she have to suffer these things,


Yvonne didn't know wether to laugh or cry. her mum had indicated that she would still be getting spanked until she was tewentyone,
best not to cry,
she would be shedding plenty tears if her mum had her way,

                                                              THE END.









Sunday, 3 December 2017

The Girly Boys. Aftermath.

AFTERMATH.

follow up to the day of the girly boys.


Alma looked extremely nervous, her plump little face pale, she held Johnnys hand tightly.

Alma wore her school uniform, white blouse, blue and gold striped tie, navy blue pleated skirt and

white knee socks,

I was also in my uniform,

we were on the doorstep of a semi detached villa in a quitet middle class area.

we were invited in, I'm so sorry for what happened to Robert, I said as we entered the house,

I feel terrible, so guilty, Alma blurted out. you wer'nt to blame you were only doing what the

headmaster and the head of year told you,

and considering that you are now courting Johnny that tells me that you were kind and considerate to

the lads concerned.

unlike the other girl, I am informed she was a nasty piece of work,

she seemed to enjoy our predicament I said, wanting to help Alma,

tho she has been given the mother and father of a good hiding by her normally doting mother,

Roberts mum said with some vehemence,

and she chopped off that bottle blond mop of hers, and is making her wear the proper school uniform

not that mod gear,

Alma cleared her throat, miss, I mean Mrs. Hemling, my mum hasn't chastised me yet, but she says if

you want to give me a spanking that's fine by her, Alma said this red faced and staring at the carpet,

oh! I see, well little Alma I'm game for that,

she stood up Alma come with me will you, she seemed very stern, I feared for Almas well rounded

bottom,

the veneer of middle class manners had vanished she was a vengeful mother whos child had been

taken from her in tragic circumstances,

Alma seemed to hesitate,

come upstairs then Roberts mum said quietly but firmly,

 giving me a shy smile Alma followed the tall lady from the room,

the large front bedroom,

Mrs.Hemling sat on the eddge of the bed, indicated for the nervous teenage schoolgirl to approach

and stand by her side,Alma quickly complied,   " skirt" The lady rasped,

Alma gripped the hem of her knee length navy blue schoolskirt, and pulled it clear of her pantie

clad bottom "right you little minx, I'm going to tan your stupid backside black n blue"

she raised her arm and commenced to make good her promise to the unfortunate teenager,

Almas school knickers thin white cotton didn't give much protection from the angry womans hand

she continued spanking poor Almas bottom,

you stupid little common working class bitch she hissed, I'll make you suffer,

the teenage schoolgirl was sobbing, Roberts mum was relentless making sure all of the teenagers

bottom was well spanked,

take that you little trollop I'll teach you, she continued spanking the teenagers bottom as hard as she could,

at last it was over, satisfied she led the sobbing girl down stairs she immediately ran to the arms of

her boyfriend, burying her tearstained face in his chest,

the "other girl" (Melody I had leaned she was called)  and her mum arrived, it was correct her long

Marianne faithful hair chopped off a short schoolgirl crop her mousey roots already showing.

"mod gear"  a thing of the past.crisp white blouse, school tie, navy blue pleated skirt below the knee

white socks and black lace up, completed her unfashionable ensemble,

she's not so attractive without her make up Johnny thought in fact she wasn't attractive at all,

without mascara, no lipstick her lips thin and pale and the lack of make up exposed her terrible

complextion sallow skin pimples and blackheads in profusion,

her nervous hangdog attitude didn't help,

 presumably still suffering the after effects of the good hiding her mum had dished out to the spoilt

little madam,

Ive just finished spanking Alma here Roberts mum told the newcomer,

well you better give this specimen a sound spanking as well,

oh!well if you insist, shall we go upstairs, no do it here your lad suffered in public,

the tenager looked even more disconsolate if that was possible,

Melodys mum spoke, perhaps your husband would like to have first go at her,

oh! um why not Roberts mum said,

Roberts dad showed shock at thia announcement but soon regained his composure,

he had lost a son after all and this common little bitch was partly responsible.

Melodys mum led her daughter across to where Roberts dad was sitting,

I'm left handed,  oh !stand here then her mum said she began hauling her daughters skirt up clear of

melodys bottom, skinny bottom encased in  white  cottomn school briefs,

obviously mum had intidgated changes from head to toe,

she tucked the hem of her teenage daughters skirt in to the waistband,

Lance (apparently that was his name)

being left handed gave the watching audience a view of the schoolgirls bottom,

slap the back of her legs first,her mum said oh!alright he administers three hard smacks to each of the

poor girls bare white legs,

he then commenced spanking melodys bottom,

his large hand spanked each cheek in turn Melody was sobbing quietly she had actually started

weeping before her chastisement started, I could only assume it was all the turmoil she had

experienced in the days since Roberts death,

going from being mammy's spoilt pampered pet, to the dowdy, miserable creature she was now,

then it was Roberts mums turn to spank Melody,

I imagined it would just be one long nightmare for the teenager,

she didn't yelp or screech when Roberts mum landed hard spank after terrifically hard spank

on the teenagers battered and bruised bottom,

just sobbed quietly,

at last it was over, we said our goodbyes,

how are you feeling I asked as we walked down the tree lined avenue,

you mean how's my bum?  ok. I've had worse,

she said grinning,

it started to drizzle as we headed into town nearing the shops we spotted a figure sheltering in a shop

doorway,

oh! hello Melody, Alma spoke, Hi, she replied in a quavery  voice, eyes red from crying,

she seemed afraid don't worry we won't bite you Alma said,

she began sobbing Alma put her arm around the shivering teenager,

why don't you go home? Alma asked, mum sez I have to stop out till five,

can't you meet up with friends? oh! they are avoiding me since what happened to Ro,  you know.

yes all those who laughed their heads off when we went on stage, I butted in,

and they don't want to be seen with me dressed like this, there so mod, my old mates,

well your welcome to come to my house have a cuppa,

listen to my square record collection, Englebert, Mario lanza, Ken Dodd alma said laughing,

oh! I've seen you at the dance, I think your a lot more mod than that Melody said a hint of a smile,

probably her first for days,

kettle on mum, Alma shouted as we entered her house, I was surprised at Almas casual attitude to her

alleged tarter of a mum,

tho I guessed they couldn't be daggers drawn all of the time,

we sat and nibbled our choccy biccys,

you're mum doesn't seem to bad, I whispered, but Almas mum must have supersonic ears ,

surprised I  wasn't on the door step strap in hand,

oh I'm sorry I didn't mean, oh leave it alone son she said laughing,

Almas been punished when she deserves it but I've never used a belt or a strap,

she has an over active imagination in that daft little head of hers,

Alma had the grace to look sheepish staring at the floor,

I told Melody we were going to listen to records, Alma said glad to change the subject,

go on then and keep it down, and leave the bedroom door open,

wouldn't it be quieter with the door closed, I ventures both girls looked at each other and rolled their eyes,

lads what do they know melody said,

its in case you and Alma start canoodling,  oh! I said blushing,

so it seemed the outcast Melody had joined our little gang,

I met up with a couple of my friends (those that stayed loyal after my appearance on stage)

I see you've got that Melody in tow one remarked, looks a right rat bag nowadays, he concluded,

oh she not that bad, the other one said, fancy her then?  she's ok, better make your move then,

before she goes all mod again,

so he did plucked up the courage to ask Melody for a date. yes please,that would be nice but I must

ask my mum, she said shyly.

mum a lad has asked me out can I go? Melody asked her mum, oh who is it oh! its ....... he's a friend

of Almas lad,

her mum seemed willing to allow Melody,'s request, well I'm pleased you've asked me,

where would this date be, at the church hall dance next Friday well that's a week away,

I want him to pick you up from here, so I can get a look at him,

oh there's one condition, yes mum what's that?   you take a spanking before you go out just to remind

you to behave,

THE END.

(for now)


























































































































PROJECT 17/18.


 Project 17/18.

PROJECT 17/18.

Originally Project 17.


At the beginning of the year I had planned to consolidate my musings, but ill health and other reasons put project 17
on hold now hopefully  it can rise phonix like,
stories I have collected over a number of years stored on old laptops, cds, memory sticks etc.the plan was to store them all on Kaytiesdaze.

I plan to use a little logo on all Project 17/18 stories.




Monday, 27 November 2017

SKIRT TROUBLE.

SKIRT TROUBLE


AND MORE TROUBLE.


Yvonne tries to decide which of her minis to wear for a night out,



Decisions, decisions, which of my extremely short mini-skirts 

shall I wear for my night out with the girls from work.




 Mum sticks her nose in, "if you leave this house in

that skirt you'll be sorry"


The shortest black one,



The fractionally longer one,

"That's no improvement indecently short and clingy"

mum sticks her threepenny worth in again,


Well I've chosen the pink one almost as short and nice and clingy shows of my bum to advantage,

and my precious mum can lump it the old square.


Home to face the music after a great night out. mum is furious I've defied her 

the cardinal sin in those days,
"Bend over that chair you disobedient little minx.

I'm sick of talking to you"

mum, please I've seventeen, nearly eighteen, "under my roof my rules"

mum hisses do as you're told girl.


"Lets see if having your bottom spanked can get thru to you"

I'm almost a grown woman working bringing money into the house,

but I obey and bend over in my extremely short mini-skirt. 

(that's how it was for us lasses in the sixties and seventies)

the end.

Read the follow up, The Morning After, Yvonne.




Friday, 24 November 2017

BLACK FRIDAY 

Black Friday Bargain.


A pink stretchy mini-skirt from the charity shop. cost £1.