Wednesday, 14 April 2021

Gambler Me

So I got the winner of Saturday's Grand National, yea! I bet ten pounds (each way because P said it was best in a race where so many things could go wrong) so it cost me twenty pounds and P placed it online for me together with a little flutter of his own. We do this for fun every year the race runs like many a family does. I backed the rider really, Rachael Blackmore, not the horse and she won and I got so excited I was jumping out of my seat. First time a girl jockey has even won this world famous race.

P had backed Cloth Cap, the favourite which got pulled up near the finish after looking so good most of the way. He congratulated me and told me my winnings including my stake would be well over a hundred quid or better than a five-bagger as he put it, which is the sort of thing he gets excited about when talking stocks. The money didn't really sink in, I was just happy for Rachael, a girl, to have won. P said I would have been better off if I'd backed the second not the first. Hmm.

Later over dinner I brought the subject up again, saying if I'd got a five-bagger for a few minutes work that was good wasn't it, and it was fun too so I might do a bit more of that and leave my money in there or transfer it to another account in my name, and could he help me do that and show me how to work it. He looked at me as if I was from another planet.

"You must be stark raving mad, are you serious?" He asked. "It's just fun, it's done until next year. You can treat me to a meal from your winnings and still have some left over, that's when we're allowed to have meals indoors again of course."

Well I said he gambled on the stock market, why shouldn't I have a try, it seemed the returns could be every bit as good and in a very short time. And he's always saying time is money:)

I'm sure he didn't know whether I was joking or not but he said an absolute 'No' to me, he would not help, and in fact if he found I'd opened an account myself I'd get such a spanking I'd never want to gamble again. I furrowed my brow but didn't argue and we changed the subject.

I was joking as I knew what his reaction would be but I think I might just have a little look at how the gambling sites work, just to see. The thought of getting a really sound spanking is more exciting than the thought of winning.

Stay safe.


Monday, 12 April 2021

A Cane Story

Still on the subject of canes:) Thanks for your comments to Friday's cane question post.

I think I'll have to mention to P that the cane needs to come out in our house very soon.

Here's a story that some of you may remember. I like it, makes me smile. 

"So what were you like then as a schoolboy?" She asked in a desultory fashion. I had a terrible feeling that I was boring her despite trying to appear interesting. I could hardly answer that I was in all probability even duller than I must appear now, so I did the obvious thing, I lied.

"Oh I was a bit of a rebel actually. You know always in trouble!"

She gazed at me, her dark eyelashes fluttering, her large baby blue eyes wide open as if attempting to see me in a new light. Whether she believed me or not I am not quite sure but at least she had stopped yawning and was now looking thoughtful. As we were leaving the car she asked.

"Did you ever get the cane then?"

That question I admit rather stopped me in my tracks. To be honest I had a thing about being caned and partly regretted that I had escaped that particular punishment. Boys were frequently caned but not boys like myself who slavishly followed all the school rules. In fact my behavior was so exemplary I was never punished at all. My reputation, if I possessed such a thing, was as a blindly obedient boy who did exactly as he was told. Nevertheless I had got the bit between my teeth and was busy rewriting my own legend.

"Oh yes, I should say so. We had this form mistress, Miss Taylor. She was only a young woman but dreadfully strict. I must have had six of the best from her at least a dozen times!"

I shrugged my shoulders and affected an air of heroic fortitude. Miss Taylor indeed had a reputation for strictness, she frequently sent to the Head with a hand written note and I'd once witnessed her cane two boys in my class for bullying. The incident lingered still in my memory. I was almost envious of the bullies as I was in the stock room next door doing my good deed for the day and returning some text books when the punishment took place. Each boy received four strokes of the cane. The first boy took his punishment in silence, all you could hear was the cane falling on tightly stretched trouser seat. However, the second boy was crying even before it started and after each stroke of the cane let out a desperate howl of pain. Not that the boy's tearful pleading stopped Miss Taylor carrying out the punishment. Susan had a most disconcerting way of staring, she was now gazing at me as if I was suddenly a person of great interest.

"Really, how awful. It sounds like something Charles Dickens would write about! They never had anything like that at the girls school I went to!" She said almost enviously. Yes, she was definitely seeing me in a new light. In fact I was seeing myself in a new light and feverishly hoping we weren't going to meet anyone who remembered me as I really was. I pointed out the cricket pitch and the nets which still hadn't been taken down despite the term ending. Then the swimming pool, which was always freezing cold I remember. However it seemed Susan was much more interested in the disciplinary practices of the school.

"Did it hurt dreadfully when you were caned?" She enquired. As we were walking she inserted her hand in mine which was rather a nice surprise.

"Well some chaps used to make a fuss but I just used to grin and bear it! No it never really bothered me being caned. Just an occupational hazard of being a bit of a rascal I suppose! You know how it is, you do the crime you accept the punishment!"

This was a bit rich since the one thing I have always been incapable of is suffering in silence. She was now looking at me with something like hero worship in those large blue eyes. Unless I was very much mistaken, Susan had more than a passing interest in corporal punishment herself. Well we certainly now had something in common at least.

We were standing in the shadow of the schools main entrance but I didn't want to risk going in so I was quietly attempting to lead Susan back to the car.

"Shall we go inside? Aren't you curious to see if it has changed at all?" She asked. I was just about to say no, not in the least, let's go back to the car, when an attractive well dressed woman seemed to appear from nowhere. It was Miss Taylor! I could feel the colour draining from my face.

"Are you aware that this is private property and you are trespassing?" She asked with intimidating politeness. Her face was tired but still unquestionably, undeniably beautiful. Obviously she didn't recognise me, after all it was six years since we had last seen each other. I don't suppose quiet well behaved boys are all that memorable anyway.

"I am terribly sorry we are just going," I said. Stress had made my voice rise an octave. I lurched towards the car still clutching Susan's hand. Glancing at Miss Taylor over her shoulder she said,

"James used to go to this school many years ago!"

"Come here!" She commanded. Her voice still had the ability to freeze the very marrow in my bones. I turned I was still hoping to make it back to the car before she recognised me. Suddenly a smile of recognition illuminated her severely attractive features.

"Oh yes, I do believe it's James Anthony Mortimer!" She said brightly. Inwardly I groaned, the only thing to do now was make sure our chat was as brief as possible. The last thing I wanted was a trip down memory lane.

"Miss Taylor," I said, "allow me to introduce a friend of mine, Susan Catesby! We were just passing but we really must be getting back now!" I glanced at my watch and smiling nervously said.

"My goodness, is that the time?" I started edging back towards the car park. Susan had a bewildered look on her face as if she couldn't understand my sudden hurry. If only I had been truthful with Susan. Better to have been a bore than a teller of tall tales.

"Nonsense, of course you have time to come to my study both of you and enjoy a cup of tea!"

So I really didn't have much choice in the matter. Fate had conspired against me and before I knew it, there I was, perched on the edge of my seat, waiting to be exposed as a fraud, a young windbag, a one time teachers pet! The blow was not long in coming. Susan sitting on the sofa next to our host, accepting her cup of pale fragrant tea said enthusiastically,

"James, was just telling me how he was always in trouble at school!"

Miss Taylor's eyes seemed to widen perceptibly. A smile hovered for a brief moment on her soft red lips.

"Really!" She said. She sipped her tea smiling it seemed at my discomfiture, in a moment I should be revealed in my true colours. Susan, however was not finished yet.

"And you gave him six of the best a dozen times!" She laughed, as if sharing an amusing joke.

Miss Taylor's eyes seemed for a moment to twinkle with merriment.

"I don't think that is true!" She said, sternly. That's it, I thought, put me quickly out of my misery. I waited for the fatal blow to fall.

"No, I am sure I caned him much more than a dozen times and you know the funny thing was!"

Susan, glanced at me in admiration. I heaved a huge sigh of relief as Miss Taylor continued.

"That he never seemed to really feel it!"

I grinned weakly and wished desperately that someone would change the subject or the ground would quickly open and swallow me up. Miss Taylor was now beaming at me as if I was her favourite little rascal.

"Do you know I never did cane you for putting that mouse in my desk on the last day of term!"

Susan clapped her hands in admiration, laughing as if it was the most amusing practical joke. Of course it wasn't me, everyone knew that it was Edwards, I am sure Miss Taylor knew it was Edwards. Her sources of information I seem to remember were always impeccable. I could hardly spill the beans though, so I grinned weakly and played the part of the unrepentant rascal. I wished fervently the tea wasn't quite so hot.

"Oh he was a naughty boy wasn't he! The funny thing is you would never guess it, to look at him, I mean!" laughed Susan. Her face was looking bright and cheerful for possibly the first time that day.

"How very perceptive of you Miss Catesby! This young girl is a shrewd judge of character I can see. You are very fortunate to have her as a friend James!" Purred Miss Taylor. Her eyes seemed to be shining with mischief. She continued, her smile quite terrifying.

"Yes, I think we can safely say, Master Mortimer has hidden depths!"

"I bet your happy Miss Taylor hasn't got a cane in her desk now!" Chuckled Susan, as she sipped daintily at her tea. I glanced at Miss Taylor a little nervously, who was to say what she had in her desk. I wasn't at all sure I liked the way this conversation was heading.

Miss Taylor, crossed her slender legs on the settee and laughed,

"James would know of course that the cane was never kept in my desk!" Miss Taylor was obviously enjoying herself greatly.

"Of course I remember!" I said, nervously. For a brief moment there was an uncomfortable silence before Miss Taylor said brightly.

"Oh yes! I used to keep it in that large cupboard by the bookshelf as you will no doubt recall James! In fact it's still there now, although I haven't had reason to use it for a week or two!" Desperately I blew on the tea, the quicker we were on the road again the happier I would be.

"I don't suppose it would be possible to see it?" Asked Susan in a thrilling voice.

"Oh indeed. Why not. I am sure it will bring back many painful memories for James though!" Miss Taylor showed no sign of moving.

"James would you be a dear and fetch the cane!" As I put my tea cup down my hand shook, and somewhat nervously I walked over to the large cupboard, Miss Taylor smiled at Susan who laughed. I opened the cupboard door which creaked noisily. In amongst the piles of text books and rolled up maps I could see a thin yellow cane. I picked it up. It felt strangely light in my hand, almost as if it weighed nothing at all.

"Painful memories!" I heard Susan titter. I could feel my cheeks beginning to blush as I handed it to the still seated Miss Taylor. She looked up to me with those merciless bright blue eyes and said jokingly, whilst tapping the cane against her palm.

"It was you that put that mouse in my desk on the last day of term, wasn't it?"

Susan laughed, noisily. A look of horrified delight on her pretty face. I was temporarily deprived of the power of speech and stood there foolishly in front of the two woman seated on the sofa.

"Why don't you sit down James. You look uncomfortable standing there!" Said Miss Taylor, smiling gently and winking at Susan who responded with another peal of laughter. I could feel my cheeks burning as I sat down. One of the disadvantages of being fair skinned is people can easily tell when you are embarrassed.

"For a moment there, I thought you were going to cane him for putting that mouse in your desk!"

Giggled Susan, looking rather pink herself. Miss Taylor and Susan seemed to be getting on so well I seemed almost superfluous.

"Why, would you like me to?" Asked Miss Taylor, She had stopped laughing and then Susan stopped laughing too. Suddenly there was complete silence in the room.

"It might be amusing, I mean just for fun!" She said after a seemingly endless pause. Susan looked even paler than usual as she sat there in a state of nervous anticipation. Miss Taylor turned to me, smirking like a cat that had swallowed the canary. She stood up to her full height and swished the cane menacingly through the air.

"It's only a bit of fun, James! So I mean why not, after all it would be nothing new to such a naughty boy as yourself!" There was that twinkle in here eye again.

She knew I had little choice but to play along. The butterflies in my stomach certainly seemed to be working overtime as I stood up from the chair. Susan had her mouth hidden behind her small pale hand as if she might scream in equal amounts horror and delight at any given moment. Her blue eyes seemed larger than ever.

"Bend over the armchair will you Mortimer! I think Miss Catesby will agree with me that you will benefit greatly from six of the very best!" Said Miss Taylor sweetly. Susan sat on the very edge of her seat as if she was about to witness the changing of water into wine.

The use of my surname had unsettled me still further. Surely this was only going to be a "bit of fun" as Miss Taylor put it! I tried a cheerful smile and failed miserably. Reluctantly I walked over and slowly bent over the armchair. A few moments later I felt the cane tapping gently across the tightly stretched thin cotton of my trousers.

"The thing is when you cane a boy!" Explained Miss Taylor. "You must do so firmly!"


It felt as if a explosion had recently taken place across my buttocks. Susan was looking directly into my eyes, a rapt expression on her face, as the cane bit. I attempted a brave smile as the excruciating pain made my body arch in agony. Susan's smile grew wider with her eyes.



I made a gulping sound. My smile by now was that of the condemned man as he draws his last breath and I am sure I did little to convince Susan I was enjoying myself. Nevertheless she smiled back reassuringly.

"..there is no point to it!"


After that one I nearly dived over the armchair. It felt like someone was holding a barbecue on my behind. I could feel my smile turning into a rictus grin. The next blow came a little quicker with a little extra zest as if Miss Taylor felt she was beating a particularly dusty carpet.


"Aaaaaah!" It was a new language I had recently invented. The language of untold agony!


It was definitely getting harder. God it was awful. I suddenly gripped my bottom with both hands and howled like some wounded animal.


" Oh dear! You have moved your hands I am afraid! That one will not count which is a pity!"

Explained Miss Taylor with infinite patience. I was about to complain when the next stroke landed and all my thoughts were suddenly concentrated in one place. Nothing else mattered other than the pain in my backside. Right then if you had told me I had won a fortune I shouldn't have cared less.


"Please no!" I begged. Miss Taylor took a step back smiling and affected not to hear. I was going to get an extra stroke whether I liked it or not. She put plenty of beef into it!


"Ah nooooooooooooooooo!!"

It felt as if my bottom had been sliced in quarters, as if the skin had been taken off. It is was all I could do not to burst into tears which were welling up in my eyes! I was still bending over, when Miss Taylor said brightly.

"You may get up now!"

She was still smiling hugely as if she had won first prize in a beauty contest. She turned to Susan whose smile was even wider than Miss Taylor's. Neither of them were offering the slightest sympathy despite my pitiful groans.

"That is how it's done! I do hope you were paying attention my dear as I am sure, if you intend to remain together for any length of time, James would benefit from an occasional good hard caning to remind him... of his schooldays!"

They both laughed as if it was the best joke they had heard in years. But the look on Susan's face as we walked back to the car, me wincing every now and again as some new sharp after-shock reminded me of the ravaged state of my bottom, told me she had taken Miss Taylor's 'joke' far too seriously. When we got in the car and started off, Susan turned to me and asked.

"Where do you suppose someone might acquire a cane like Miss Taylor's, James? I should have asked her before we left, shouldn't I. Just out of interest I mean."

I didn't answer because I didn't know, but I got the impression that Susan was planning for the long term.

Non essential shops, hairdressers, nail bars and other venues are opening up today. Pubs/ restaurants can open for outdoor drinking and eating only.

Stay safe.

Have a good week


Story from malespank

Friday, 9 April 2021

Just Curious

As I've been searching around blogland looking for sites for my 'In with the New' spot, I've noticed increasing mention of the cane, or is that just me, like when you change car for a new make or colour and suddenly you notice more cars of the same make or colour you've just bought.

As you know I have an affection (most of the time:)) the cane so I'd be interested to know from readers what they think of the cane, is it being used more often, does it pop up in spanking related sites more often than it used. What's your opinion?

Have you ever been caned. If so, what was it like for you, have you tried it again or was is a one-off and if so what put you off using it again?

If you haven't had the cane used on you or used one on someone else's deserving bottom, what, if anything, would persuade you to maybe try it?

Stay safe and have a fun weekend.


Wednesday, 7 April 2021

Outed (didn't happen) repost

Red asked me a question about being outed and I remembered this post I wrote a while back.

I'd popped into the office down the corridor from us to drop off a letter which had been mixed up in our mail (we're in large office building with multiple different bushiness) and there was Margaret and two girls her boss always uses from a temp agency when he needs extra office help huddled around one of the computers

''Haven't you got any work to do,'' I quipped. I went over and sat on the desk and took a look at what they were amusing themselves with, there were several tabs running, the one they were looking at was a spanking site (I didn't know it), I couldn't believe it. Then Margaret said she'd gone onto the Internet to see if she could find an article that appeared in the local journal about a local lady who'd been providing - ahem - disciplinary services (totally true, I'd read it myself) not so far away from us because Helen and Carol (who are not local) said they didn't believe her. I don't know if they found what they'd been looking for but they certainly found this spanking site. I really don't know why she mentioned it to the girls.

Then Margaret totally stunned me and said she'd visited a shop with a girlfriend once which supplied discipline and bondage gear and that it was quite exciting although she didn't do that kind of thing herself, her husband would think she'd gone mad if she ever suggested it. But she went on to say her friend told her there were lots of women who were into bondage and some even get spanked but it's something that's never mentioned and that her friend told her she gets spanked by her husband. How true that is I don't know, I just couldn't believe what I was hearing, that she would even mention such a thing or even know somebody who was into spanking. I was totally speechless.

From the look on their faces the two temp girls were totally shocked and told Margaret not to be silly and to stop joking, how could anybody allow their husbands to do that. One of the girls turned to me and said what did I think, could it be true, would you let your husband do that to you, now what could I say, I'm sure I must have gone red but luckily at that point my phone went, it was a business call and I left their office to take it outside. After the call I started thinking hold on, what if Margaret starts clicking on some more spanking sites or maybe she has even by some slim chance found me and that was why she was mentioning it to see my reaction, to see what I would say. Then I thought what if she could trace my blog back to our office address because I've often posted from here.

I flew back to our office and said that's it I'm finished, have we got proper security here, I'm not writing again, or coming to the office again for that matter - of course P didn't know what I was on about but then, amused when I told him, he came over and put his arm round me and told me not to worry my cover couldn't be blown, he reckoned it was millions to one against and she wouldn't be sure of anything, no way. 

Margaret moved away from the area not long after that and her boss also moved offices.

Thankfully I wasn't outed.

Stay safe.

Have a good week,


Monday, 5 April 2021

Vaccine Passports

No Thanks
That was my attitude towards the rumours which have been leaked mischievously and I'm sure sometimes intentionally by our government over the past fortnight, trying to assess public mood and what they can get away with. Some MP's have been against the idea, some have called it 'un-British' whatever that means. I'm not interested in the political side of it but on purely practical grounds I thought it would be nonsense to try and go for a pub lunch with, say, my son and at the door be challenged for our 'passports' which I would have but my son would not so we would be turned away. That's only one of many things that occurred to me.
Yes Please
But I've changed my tune after a sound spanking and lecture from my husband which corrected my thinking and considerably warmed my bottom. It didn't get me sex either, well not at the time although I did 'apologise' to him later for having argued the unarguable, as he put it. He told me the economy re-opening couldn't be slowed down just because a fast reducing minority of the population were still waiting for their turn for jabs or, worse, that a much smaller minority refused to have the jabs on principle which was clearly by their own choice and they didn't have to make that choice but if they did they knew the consequences.
He accepted there was a small percentage of people who couldn't take the vaccine for some genuine reason so their situation had to be addressed, testing would be one way he thought, there might be others too, but the thrust of his argument was that you can't penalise a growing majority of the population by denying access to places and you can't reasonably expect them to enter a place which might contain infected individuals. Not after all the suffering and sacrifices of the past year or so. Issues of privacy etc were nonsense, he said, set against a global crisis which we are trying to get out of.
So I'm not saying my husband is right, just that in my now opinion he probably is so I guess bring on the passport app or however they decide to do it, if they do it in the end. And if I ever moan about having to use it, please P, don't hesitate to correct me again:)
Stay safe.

Have a good week.