Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Nostalgia...Such Sweet Agony!

Hi chums. Just a quick update. My gym is shut today so I am sitting outside my local wetherspoons pub but before I came out I fixed my home desktop computer. The problem turned out to be a faulty case fan, not a power supply fan as i had feared. I had already bought a suitable replacement which took just a few minutes to fit, so as from tomorrow normal service will be at last resumed and i will also be continuing with my publication-scanning project (eventually to encompass not just spanking literature / images but also a whole range of subjects – some of which are not related in the slightest and may deserve their own blog / website). I have had one or two requests - including one for images of women holding the good old fashioned Scottish tawse – which i shall be happy to oblige in the fullness of time, possibly beginning with those tawse pics as i am searching for such images myself at present with an eye to the cover of the upcoming new volume. Talking of imagery – Monday afternoon last, saw my journalist / fashion-bunny partner and your scribe at the Victoria and Albert museum , attending an exhibition of digital / computer art. Then it was off across the Thames to the BFI (British Film Institute) to attend a preview of the film, '44 Inch Chest' which was followed by a question and answer session with one of the writers, David Cinto, and two of the actors, John Hurt and Ray Winston. It has been commented – and having seen it, I concur - that it would make a good stage play. I would imagine it running something along the lines of an Arther Miller production, but that;s just me. More interesting stuff (as far as you spankos are concerned) will be coming your way tomorrow, but for now I have to nip down to a deservedly obscure land known as Stokenewington. I lived there once, in the period when my wife and I had our little submissive plaything living with us. It is a tale that I have alluded to more than once before and that coincidently I was reminded of only yesterday. I was somewhat worse for wear, swaying in a fairly rough Tottenham pub and fairly drowning in nostalgia, watching 1980s pop videos on their plasma screen, when I spotted a scene shot in Regent Street in which, in the background, could be seen the window of the old Alexandra Workwear shop (now sadly departed this earth) featuring a manikin kitted-out in a rather fetching light blue nurse's dress. I will always remember our first trip to that emporium with our Penny – my wife had spotted a nice ensemble in its window, an odd confection in hindsight, the dress having a skirt in a solid block of colour and its bodice in a pastel candy-stripe, the two parts being realized in two entirely different fabrics with the upper part having the charming attribute of almost appearing semi-transparent under certain circumstances. Well certainly it could reveal enough with little more than quarter-cup support beneath – and our young penny was somewhat over-endowed in that department as I recall – very fetching with a candy-striped waist apron to match and – later – a lace-trimmed cap. There were a few yelps and swishy cane-strokes involved in that venture – when we got her back home – I can tell you! Ahhh! Nostalgia...Such sweet agony it is!

7 comments:

orage said...

"It is a tale that I have alluded to more than once before".
The allusions must have been too veiled for me, I can't remember any. Pity!

Toyntanen said...

Many apologies if that’s the case. It might have been in one of my email chats with someone, although if long and potentially interesting to a wider audience I usually adapt these for use as a blog posting to save a bit of work, so I thought I would have mentioned it before. I'll have a check through my archive later.

orage said...

It's always fascinating to know such experiences aren't just wishful thinking or fantasies but real life!

orage said...

A useless comment this time: I burst out laughing when I saw the word verification was "catin", meaning "slut" in French!

Toyntanen said...

Very much so, old boy, very much so. And I'll get around to telling all eventually. Actualy, a thinly disguised bit of real-life was woven into volume 1, split into a couple of parts - there was the uniform described in the opening part with Madison Daisy Bartlet and her maid and the section where a girl is witnessed being punished in the home of one of the characters.

Anonymous said...

Orage seems to enjoy coming here and disrespecting the author of the work we all enjoy so much. And incidentally, if one wished to call a woman a slut in French, one would call her a "plotte," certainly not a "catin."

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