The PB has been relatively quiet lately, though research shows that’s not due to a lack of spanking or spanking writing by many of the authors here. Here’s my research update. Since last we heard from them, the ever so sexy Natty has been experimenting with topping and (of course) she has been spanked as well. The lovely Haron has been welcomed home with a whipping (o that Abel!) while sparkle has been directed to devise her own painful welcomes for her reunion with Chris (who has been posting pictures of sparkle’s bum, but that’s another matter). DykeGrrl / Jigsaw Analogy can often be found on the forum where I discovered she’s getting regular maintenance spankings on Sundays (me too!).
Finally, Paul pointed out late this afternoon that Iris was in trouble today too and going to get a spanking. More sunburn trouble for Iris, complete with (perhaps) a spanking with / in front of a girlfriend guest.
Okay, so I’ve delayed enough I guess. A careful reader (which I’m sure you all are) would have noted the word “too” in that sentence above. “Too” as in “also” or “as well.” Since it was agreed last Sunday that we would use Sunday’s to discuss the week, and I’ve known all week I’d be spanked Sunday. A tiny part of me has been looking forward to it because it would mean I was going to wear my new uniform. But only a tiny part because I knew that the very act of wearing it would prompt a hard spanking and I’m not crazy. You see, a little over a month ago, Paul surprised me with two authentic gym-slips. They were ordered from a UK eBay vendor but they’re imported from South Africa where school girls still wear them. Although I’d tried them on, personal circumstances which required Paul to travel to the UK quite suddenly coupled with a heat wave (the uniform is a black wool blend) here when he returned (with some authentic uniform shirts no less) meant I hadn’t had a chance to really wear it yet. Those of you who know me know that in addition to being a “sick little hand-tawsing freak” (thanks Niki), I have serious love for traditional uniforms. Had this managed to be simply a maintenance spanking, it probably would have been eager anticipation I felt last night.
Instead, given that the phrase “You’ll get an e*e*a to clean you out in the morning when we get up and then we’ll deal with everything else this afternoon” or something very close to it, was uttered, I was kept awake by more than just concern over the Doctor Who cliff hanger. The e*e*a was to be my punishment for having eaten sugar without permission.