A New Blog for You to Explore

As you may know, I am at present going all out to get volume 2 finished (and working out like crazy in the gym)...despite the best demonic efforts of various gremlins (people from the future, I reckon, sent to thwart me...spanking thought police, I shouldn't wonder!). For this reason the blog has been a bit neglected of late, but it will all be back to normal after Easter - which I'll be spending in Windsor (staying nearly opposite the castle) so keep your eyes open...I'm always up for a pint or two (and the rest!!).

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Nevertheless, I am still keeping my eyes open for interesting stuff whenever a bit of research is necessary and recently I have come across a new blog which I think you might find of interest (if only for the pics / links as it is in Hungarian). It is called Spanking Hungary. blogspot.com and it can be found by checking out my blog list in the right-hand sidebar or by clicking the picture above (which I unashamedly pinched from there - very much to my taste, featuring as it does a dominant nurse and a well-spanked female arse!...what more could one want out of life?). By the way, it takes a little while to load (if you are using Windows Vista at least) so have a little patience. By,by for now...I'll produce a proper post around mid week all being well.

Dietary Discipline & Other Aspects – A reader’s Account and Another in the ‘Truth Stranger than Fiction Vein’

Hi readers!...Only me!
Its been a while again, but while I am now fully recovered from my drinking binge I am putting most of my energies into getting the long delayed INSTITUTIONALISED volume 2 finally finished - the rest of the time is currently being dedicated to improving my fitness levels in the gym in preparation for the London to Brighton cycle ride later this year. I have to admit to lacking a little enthusiasm now and then (particularly at the moment) but then along comes something and I am all fired-up again. For a time that inspiration centered around the 'monster experiment' (the stuff I came across regarding the deliberate induction of stammering in test subjects by a speech therapist). But more recently I was sent this intriguing account (see below) and the sparks began to fly once more. While obviously I cannot vouch for its accuracy, nor its authenticity, I hesitantly (but enthusiastically, it must be said) categorise it in the 'truth-stranger-than-fiction vein. What really caught my imagination was the mealtime discipline - all that 'spoon tapping' used as a conditioning aid, the carefully prescribed number of times a food item has to be chewed, the use of the metronome to prescribe the tempo...what a wonderful level of control, what exquisite discipline. And it is so beautifully written that I just had to share it with you (anon of course) - I hope the writer doesn't mind, but I just couldn't wait for you all to read it. I have done a little editing here and there and added a couple of suitable pics (I think it deserves it) but that is about it.

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"Dear Mr. Toyntanen,
I was surprised to find the snippet, about girls in an experimental mental hospital, from your upcoming book. It reminded me all too vividly of the time I spent in a semi-private hospital when I was a teenager being cured of my supposed homosexual tendencies. I say supposed because I don't believe I ever was a lesbian, but the more I denied it, the more convinced the 'professionals' were that I was lying. Apparently a classic symptom of my sickness!

There is nothing good I can say about my time in that place. If I behaved I was allowed to 'recreate' - though I was always kept separate from the others because I was considered a sexual deviant and therefore dangerous to my 'fellow' patients. So if I was lucky I spent my days in the day-room, comprehensively strapped to a heavy chair that even Dr. Rush would have been proud of [Dr. Benjamin Rush 1745 – 1813, Known as the Father of American Psychiatry, see on left for his famous chair – Garth].

I was not happy and was glad to let everyone know it - so more often than not I sat there gagged with a couple of pillowcases over my head - which did nothing to improve my demeanour.

It seems to me that they spent a lot more time 'controlling' us than they ever did 'treating' us. Supposedly justified by the idea that you can't have a bunch of teenagers running around doing whatever they want - so their first order of business was to make us behave and obey their every order like a bunch of automatons. They tried to tell us that out treatment would not begin until we became pliant, but like most other things they told us, it wasn't really true. I know because they began my treatment, or at least testing, before they finally calmed me down.

They inserted some kind of device into my vagina - which was a very painful and embarrassing procedure (did I mention that continual embarrassment was one of the things I remember so well - and I think a tool that the staff used to its fullest - they were always making belittling comments) and then they would make me watch a slide show of dirty pictures and supposedly measure my sexual response. Later I did some research and found that the device, I think they were using, was extremely unreliable.

Anyway, after the first couple of sessions my therapist would berate me for not cooperating and trying to evade their 'scientific' testing. I had no idea what she was talking about. Then she'd shout at the nurses that did the testing. She must have yelled at the ward nurses too because I always 'got it' from them too. This carried on for a while, but eventually it seems that they were getting the results they wanted - which then just made her yell at me for what she called my 'perversions'. Honestly I'm sceptical that either I or the apparatus began to give different results - I'm more inclined to think that the nurses responsible for administering the tests would somehow fake them so that the therapist wouldn't yell at them anymore. I don't think the machine produced any kind of chart - the nurses just read my 'response' from a dial and note it on a clipboard - so it would have been easy enough to fake. Anyway, I don't remember feeling aroused by any of the dirty pictures, whether they had two women or a man and a woman in them. maybe I was just too mortified and embarrassed. Or maybe women just aren't stimulated by pictures the way men are.

When I went there I didn't know anything about sex - nothing about what went on between a man and a woman and even less about two women. It just never occurred to me. And nobody explained it to me when I went to the hospital either. They just assumed that I knew everything because I was meant to be a lesbian. I had to piece together what was going on from the pictures they showed me and things the therapist said.

But I digress. What really prompted me to write was your description of the girls being fed. When I was admitted they asked me a lot of harmless questions, like what I liked to eat, what I didn't like to eat. I remember the nurse asking the questions was very friendly and seemed to understand that I really hated some foods. She even volunteered that she absolutely detested some foods too - so I felt very comfortable telling her all my likes and dislikes. And my list of dislikes was very long indeed. Perhaps I should have been suspicious when she categorized my degree of hatred of each food type, but without saying so she encouraged me to believe that answering the questions would result in me getting the foods I like. After all, what else was I to think?

But my illusions were shattered when I was categorized as a 'fussy eater' and was put on a special regimen at meal times. We fussy eaters were not trusted to eat our food - they thought that we would hide the food, or somehow get rid of it without eating it. And their fears were probably right, at least in my case, because my diet was suddenly limited to all the foods I hated the most - and the nurses bringing in the food and putting it down in front of us were careful to mock me - presumably because I was the latest patient to join their merry band of 'fussy eaters'. Of course I dare say the idea behind it was to help us overcome our 'fussiness' and was no doubt meant to be a gradual introduction of 'disliked' foods accompanied by kindness, understanding and encouragement - but the way it was implemented in practice was purely vindictive and punishing. Besides the spiteful words the food was presented in the most unappetizing manner possible. Desert and main course foods, cold and mixed together - lumps of wobbly fat coated in the rice pudding and semolina that I hated so much. Yechhh!

Of course they warned me that I would be 'force fed' if I didn't eat everything on my bowl-like plate. But it didn't matter. No matter what they threatened I wouldn't have been able to eat it. I remember trying, but my stomach rebelled and I'd heave every time I put some of it in my mouth. I just knew that I would vomit everything up if I tried to swallow it.

Well, they had ways to 'encourage' me. They called them aversives - but they were just torture. And after they had broken my spirit in that regard they didn't just let me go back to eating food with everybody else - in absolute silence - even a glance at a neighbour would earn you a whack about the head. No I ended up on what they euphemistically called a 'special' food regimen. Like the girls in your book I would be hand-fed by a nurse - not in bed, but in the equivalent of an adult high chair where I could be fastened during the feeding, just like in the day-room. And there was no evading the spoon - the forehead strap saw to that.

No doubt some kind of bib is a good idea whenever somebody is being spoon fed and especially when the person being fed is not particularly appreciative of the service being rendered - but I'm sure a less humiliating procure could have been developed. First we were dressed in a tight canvas 'smock' that covered us from neck to ankles, [tightened] from behind with tapes - not tapes to close the opening, for there was no opening except at the neck - just tapes to make it snug all the way down - but especially at the neck where the high collar was always cinched up just a little too tightly for comfort. Then after we were properly strapped into the feeding chair a large rubber bib was fastened over us, covering us from neck to floor once more; no doubt a practical thing, but humiliating when the nurses would say something [along the lines of] 'a babies bib for you then'. But they weren't satisfied at that because then a large white bib was also fastened about our necks. And heaven help us if we dropped or dribbled anything on this pristine white bib during out feeding. And at the end of the meal when the sister would come round to inspect our charts and our bibs you can be sure we were grateful if the nurse had not deliberately stained our bib as we ate - or started us out with an already stained bib - most probably pointed out to us with some glee as it was fastened about our necks.

Besides the stomach-churning 'food' that we were required to eat, we were required to eat it in a particular manner - no doubt to impress upon us that we were now part of a well regimented group - or some such rubbish. Maybe [it was] just to let us know that they now controlled every aspect of our life. The nurse would tap us on the left side of the mouth with the spoon to signal us to open our mouths. She would then insert the spoon and we were required to close our mouth in a 'polite' manner and wipe the spoon clean as the nurse withdrew it. Again heaven help us if there was any vestige of the 'food' on the spoon as it was withdrawn. We had to hold the food until the nurse inspected the spoon and tapped us on the chin with it to indicate that we should begin chewing - something hardly necessary since the food was always ground up into a foul-smelling paste. But despite that we were required to chew each mouthful a certain number of times - the exact number dictated by the therapist - and usually a high enough number to greatly annoy the nurse and us. A low number might be 50 times, and a high number might be 200 times. And we had to chew in a particular rhythm. Not too fast and not too slow. Beginners had a metronome placed behind them until they got it right. And each chew had to be exactly the same as the previous and the next. If the chew was not uniform then the chew didn't count and the nurse would mark you down on the clipboard for insufficient chews for that mouthful. And each mouthful insufficiently chewed or over-chewed would result in a demerit and subsequent loss of privileges - if you were lucky enough to have any. Once you had chewed the mouthful the requisite number of times, adding on an extra chew or two if you thought that some chews might have been disallowed, and hoping that the nurse had excluded them from her count also, you were required to hold the well masticated mess in your mouth until further instructed. Another tap on the chin meant 'display' and you had to open your mouth and 'display' the 'food' to demonstrate that you had not swallowed any of it - something hard to avoid given the mushy consistency and the seemingly unending chews we were required to perform. With or without the tap on the chin to 'display', a tap on the right side of the mouth meant swallow."

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Pheeew! Well, if you were intrigued by the above account - then I have to say that one of the finest fictional pieces I have read in this vein was called 'Committed' and did much to influence the direction of some of the story arc in my INSTITUTIONALISED series (Click on the title, in blue, to read). For myself, it opened up more questions and avenues to explore than anything else - as I wrote in reply. For example, questions that immediately popped into my mind when I first read it included:

Whether or not spoken orders were given to accompany the spoon-tapping signals, or whether perhaps they were initially but were no longer required after some time? (The use of the metronome I found interesting; in my mind's eye I could see a line of girls all chewing in unison to its tick-tock rhythm - perhaps glassy eyed?). In a similar vein; was hypnosis in any form applied?

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Then there is that intriguing term she uses, 'aversives' - one's imagination runs riot with possibilities as to what that might allude to - what was the effect each time they were applied, what did they consist of? Was any form of corporal punishment in use to maintain order and enforce compliance?

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Judging from what she says about the canvas smocks worn for meal times, I doubt it was permitted to retain their own clothes or much in the way of personal belongings - or were night-dresses taken from home allowed, for instance? If not, what sort of thing was issued by the hospital and was any attempt made to enforce a uniform appearance? I'm just wondering whether nightdresses were worn at all times, for example, or whether other clothing was available for other times of the day, in which case (and assuming all hospital issue) was there a disciplinary aspect to it - for example was it necessary to look a certain way, to appear smart, perhaps, even though the circumstances seem to make such concerns obsolete? (After all it's a nice way of asserting control).

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Related to the above - as an issue of compliance (and also a security issue – see below) - is the question of toiletry arrangements: In the average small hospital ward (and I imagine this to be quite a compact ward we are talking about here) there are usually only one or two (if that) toilet cubicles. A weird subject I know but one with many disciplinary connotations, particularly under the circumstances you describe, as once in a cubicle the patient could be out of sight for example and might choose to regurgitate an unpleasant meal. And bearing in mind the regimentation of the dietary procedures that are described one can't help wondering whether such toilet visits were regimented in a similar way (I make mention – in both INSTITUTIONALISED volume 1 and 2 - of bedpan use, both for convenience but also for ' medical ' reasons - to allow for easy monitoring of waste output, shall we say (humiliating for the patient, I know, but perhaps necessary in a research setting or where compliance needs to be monitored / enforced).

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Then we come to what security measures were in place: under the circumstances the writer outlines - and given your average rebellious teenager (and particularly taking into account the time scale that seems to be implied) - the temptation must have been to simply walk out. I imagine, therefore, all this would have taken place in a secure, locked ward. In which case I, for one, would be fascinated to learn of the security precautions taken. The possibility of the nurses having manipulated the results of the tests performed adds a particularly interesting dimension to this. Along with denial being virtually taken as a symptom of proof, particularly when backed up by test results guaranteed to prove the point - and assuming that the length of stay is dependent on a cure (of a condition not present in the first place) - it would be quite difficult to acquire release once admitted. One can't help but wonder as to whether one or two inmates (for want of a better term) might simply have been admitted as a matter of convenience (or even amusement, perhaps) for some individual.

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Finally: In terms of the original concern over the subject's alleged lesbianism - was aversion therapy, in any form, in use? On the other hand, considering the manipulated results and dubious diagnosis - was there any evidence of 'negative' therapy being given, perhaps as part of an experimental probe into the origins of the development of such 'deviant' sexuality? Here I am drawing a parallel with the so-called 'monster study' that I've talked about in the blog before and in which - in the 1930s - speech deficits were deliberately induced using a mixture of suggestion and constant reinforcement by therapists and teachers.

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So many questions: we await the answers with excited anticipation...but perhaps you...yes, you, out there ... have your own ideas about the conditions that you might imagine would be in place - or would be in place if you were running the unit? Then share them with us! In the meantime, I'm going back to writing - its nearly there, now!

An Apology and A Very Short Snippet

I must apologise to all those waiting for the publication of volume 2 and those wondering what has happened to the blog of late. Both answers come down to the same thing; the evils of drink. You may recall I was going to a real ale festival when last we spoke, trouble was that I ended up attending all three days of it. Then the next day after it ended I met up with an old school mate for more of the same - then yet again on the following day. Then came Mother's day, requiring a pub lunch, and by the morning after that I was feeling so shaky that I had to have one or two 'medicinals'. Of course, predictably enough that just led into a couple more days of the same. Basically yesterday was my first totally 'dry' day and I'm still somewhat shaky. Nevertheless, I am on the mend and writing for volume 2 again (actually I got quite a lot written in pen during my pub visits that I have yet to get into the computer and should near enough complete the thing when I do). Other than remodeling the cover (I don't like the school girl / gymslip thing it presently incorporates and now find it a bit silly) it should be ready by next weekend.

I thought for today you might like to see a very short volume 2 snippet I have just written to link together two pieces of the story line - not much happens, but you should get a feel for that particular thread. By the way; I wonder what has become of Judith and her aunt (the pic above reminded me) it has been a long time since we have heard anything from that direction?

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A Return to the schoolroom

There had been changes-a-plenty in her absence, far reaching changes, going far beyond the outward appearance of the girls – though the new uniform was a drastic enough departure in itself. For one thing, in addition to the new school mistress, a new dormitory mistress had been installed, the previous woman having been transferred to another experiment. Not that Lavinia was to know anything about that, it had nothing to do with her - she was just another test-subject.

This new woman had brought with her an entire legacy and an approach almost entirely built on the quite unreasonable bitterness she still felt having been dismissed some time previously from a fairly high-flying post in control of the secure wing of a psychiatric hospital. That this had only been following a whole series of allegations of serious staff misconduct involving the long-term psychological and physical abuse of patients and that she had been lucky to escape legal redress, a lengthy investigation having implicated her in “fostering or allowing to develop” what had become a “deeply entrenched institutional culture of inappropriate treatment” did nothing to ameliorate the resentment she now carried with her.

Someone, then, had ‘blown the whistle’; someone had betrayed her trust. There would be no whistleblowers here; no investigative committee to poke, pry and probe. Indeed her unique style of management was something not only condoned but encouraged. Someone had to pay for the humiliation that still stung her - and what better salve could there be than the humiliation of others.

These girls she could equate quite happily with the mental patients she once had charge of. How they were treated once in the schoolroom per se each day, what they did in there, the school uniforms they wore; none of this was her doing and none of this was of interest to her. Once back in the dormitory however they became her girls once more: she was a psychiatric nursing expert and they were in her care.

As far she was concerned, once in her hands they were mental patients and the regime was to reflect this. They were to be treated like mental patients and expected to behave like mental patients. They were to be allowed to do nothing for themselves, neither dress nor undress or even feed themselves. The three meals they received in the dormitory each day- breakfast, dinner and supper - were to be spoon fed to them by the nurses; each girl being obliged to sit up stiffly in her bed, dressed in her hospital-issue latex nightdress and plastic knickers and with her hands on her head, fingers tightly interlocked, throughout her meal and while waiting - with two nurses and six girls there would always some element of waiting, but it all added to the sense of control and discipline.

It went without saying they would have to be dressed appropriately. It was to be straight out of those school uniforms - that she would never have approved of have if it had been up to her, it smacked far too much of normality -and into those night dresses and knickers she deemed more appropriate for good, well controlled mental patients, with their locking zippers, tamperproof waistbands and the wonderful adaptability of the flexible system of restraints they incorporated.

Not that she had neglected other, more conventional, means of restraint - six thick strong canvas and leather-strapped straitjackets, the traditional mainstay of the mental hospital, were to be always close at hand should any of her patients show even the slightest hint of rebellion. As would be a heavy yet supple length of bamboo and a selection of thick leather punishment straps of various lengths: once caned in a straitjacket, the tight crotch strap conveniently and invitingly parting the full, heavy fleshy globes of her buttocks, a patient was never quite the same person again.

Real Ale & A Chance to Meet up

Well, its Wednesday already and I have to admit having neglected the site somewhat - but then I have been hard at work finishing off volume 2. What with the builders being in and one or two other distractions I am not sure if volume 2 will be quite ready, as originally hoped, by this weekend, but I'm still trying!

As you can see from the poster reproduced here, there is a beer festival taking place in London (Camden Town Hall - not desperately near Camden though). It starts today and goes on until Friday evening (click on pic for more details). I am attending Friday lunch time (although I may also be there tomorrow lunch time) and it was my plan to do some of the final proofreading during and after (in a pub local to the venue). I know that sounds insane, but I am dyslexic and ironically I have found that I can read / understand / better after a few pints (within reason - I think it improves my concentration or drowns out distractions or something like that). Anyway, if you like real ale, if you live near or around London (or are blindingly rich and flying in for the day from LA or where ever), more importantly; if you don't mind getting completely pissed (or 'rat-arsed' as we Brits sometimes more politely say) then you are hereby cordially invited to join me - I'm easy to spot, even in a crowd (an obvious - if fine - example of beer-swilling, maturely-depraved, long-haired heavy-metal manhood). You can always email me first if you are dubious / afraid (I might even give out my text info - gosh!). Afraid you might taste something, larger-boy? to quote a certain ale advert - Wychwood, Hobgoblin (I hope I've spelled that right - but somehow I doubt I have)...as for this sites usual content...normal service will be resumed as soon as possible...probably later this evening (my time).

PS: I just checked the spelling and guess what? I only got it right, didn't I...Blimey O'Reily!. Oh, by the way - Happy St Patrick's day ... yesterday, to any time-traveling Irish folk who might be out there!

PPS: My email, for those that don't already know: toyntanen@googlemail.com

An Open Letter to a Contributor - and a Reply to a Kind Comment

Me again, folks. Whenever I receive an email as regards my writing or the blog it does wonders to fuel my enthusiasm. And rarely more so than then when I read the kind of message wherein the sentiment is so clearly in tune with my own interests, the spirit of this site and my writing generally - let alone when it is so kindly appreciative as that which I repeat here; very gratifying - clearly a kindred spirit indeed. Of course I always try to reply promptly - and so I did in this case, but for various technical reasons that I don't quite understand I have been able to directly. Under the circumstances I thought I'd air it here, anonymously of course, along with my reply as a sort of open letter - in the hope that the writer gets back in touch with me as I am sure he has many interesting ideas and views to share with us.

"Hi Garth
What a find your blog is! I have long been an advocate/enthusiast in the disciplinary control of young ladies, and have consumed and collected all the relevant literature i can find on the subject by authors such as Victor Bruno, Richard Manton, P.N Dedeaux, Stephen Rawlings, Rex Catt Saviour,s 'Erica' stories, which i,m sure if you haven't read, you would probably absolutely love! I found your blog actually by googling girls dress discipline/punishment clothing. Unfortunately, there seems to be an abundance of 'petticoat punishment' material about the subjugation of males, and precious little on ADULT girl discipline. I've already ordered your Institutionalised book. I also have many thoughts, ideas, and opinions on the subject which i'd love to share. How do i join your blog or add comments etc?
Please be in touch."

My reply: "Dear......, Sorry for delay getting back to you; I generally try to answer any comments as promptly as possible and the same day if at all possible. But unfortunately I am away from home for the weekend and using someone else's computer which is also why I can't write a more detailed reply today. Suffice it to say that I am extraordinarily grateful for you kind comments as regards my blog - at the stage I am presently at writing volume 2, where the end is in sight but somehow apparently never getting any closer, I need all the encouragement I can get!
As per dress discipline, yes it is regrettable that so much effort has been applied to the subjugated male thing and although a lot is written about the corporal punishment of the female this aspect has so much been neglected. Although some material about so called 'femininity training' did appear in one for or another in Janus from time to time.
As regards adding comments; I see you have now solved that problem; although you can always email me directly of course. The comments added don't seem to come up on the blog in the same way that the main articles do and so I usually repost them as stand alone articles to give other folk's ideas maximum exposure.
I have read and been influenced by many of the authors you list but you are right in your assumption that I have not come across the 'Erica' stories you speak of - but I shall do a little research in that direction as soon as INSTITUTIONALISED volume 2 is complete. Meanwhile I hope you enjoy volume 1 - dress discipline and uniforms of one kind or another are only a couple of facets of the work and it does touch on a wide variety of topics as regards the discipline and control of young ladies, ranging from corporal punishment to psychological domination and from physical bondage to mind control, hypnosis and unethical psychological experimentation, such as the deliberate induction of phobias as a means to control a girl. What it isn't is a classical, brutal hard-core S&M / bondage story of the 100 strokes of the cane / smelling salts - another 100 strokes of the cane type of thing - that is something I have tried to steer clear of, in favor of something that I hope is a bit more imaginative and that tends to focus of the effects of all this on the girls themselves. By which I mean the imposition of strict discipline, humiliating uniforms, never ending lists of petty rules and restrictions, institutionalised incarceration, exploitation...the list goes on...
Please feel free to share your ideas with me; it is what the blog is supposed to be about and I for one would be really interested to hear more.

Thanks again and best wishes, Garth."

Another Note from Judith's Aunt and a Comment from Yours Truly

I am away from home for the weekend and so unable to get to grips with the last lap in finishing off INSTITUTIONALISED volume 2 until Monday afternoon - I still expect to get it in an electronic download form by next weekend though. Meanwhile the correspondence continues stimulated by the "A Well Deserved Regime?" posting - with Judith's aunt recently posting the following commentary (the pic I came upon on the web and thought quite well represented the scene, with young Judith's hair cropped as short as a boy's - as it should be under the circumstances:

"Many thanks for the comments I have received around the options to harshen my niece’s punishment. My purpose is not to make her grateful for the school uniform she has to wear or, behavior permitting, in future the plain and simple clothing she will be wearing in future. Allowing her an opportunity to be out of uniform would not therefore be appropriate despite the physical discomfort of one of the suggested punishments of having her stand and drill without clothing. Rather I want her to become resigned to the fact that she deserves to be dressed in a school uniform or a plain dowdy dress and cardigan because of the misbehavior and ill discipline she has shown. In doing this though I want her to lose none of the feelings of punishment or humiliation which being dressed like this bring (physical discomfort, loss of maturity, enhanced plainness, loss of choice) nor understanding the loss of future opportunities which dressing like this will result in. In particular her absence of friends of both sexes who will not want to be seen with such a plain and immaturely dressed individual – a condition which is likely for the foreseeable future. I have therefore introduced an additional pre bedtime drill on 3 nights per week. Judith has had to dress in summer uniform (this is especially humiliating as she has just made these items) of yellow Gingham dress and her brown V-neck woolen waistcoat with yellow trim and a pair of brown ankle socks. She then has to stand in the garden with her hands on her head as you suggested for 30 minutes. This has ensured she continues to suffer the humiliation and imposition of school uniform but the physical discomfort of some wet and on occasions very cold evenings indeed. After this she receives six strokes of the slipper across her behind. She is then allowed to put on her woolen nightgown before going to bed. As you thought I can assure you Judith does not enjoy a soft comfortable bed, as deserved for someone who has demonstrated such disrespectful and disobedient behavior. Her bed has a solid wood base over which she has a single rough grey woolen blanket and then two further thin but rough woolen blankets on top (she has no pillow).

I have also incorporated some of the other suggestions received into Judith’s disciplining. I told her this was to teach her that if she cannot behave then she will be punished at the whim of others, in this case those of you who kindly offered suggestions. She has her mouth washed with soap and water on every day and receives a tablespoon of Castor oil three times per week. On Sunday she wears her full uniform including hat and mitts all day and I have applied the limitation of one toilet visit only to Sunday. Most humiliatingly I have also introduced the option for her to receive a spanking every Sunday which may be carried out in front of guests if I believe appropriate. On the first Sunday after introduction she was obviously dreading the thought of being spanked in front of my guests and in the event I did not inflict a spanking either publicly or in private so she just endured the discomfort of worrying about what might happen to her. However last Sunday I carried out Judith’s first allocation of public corporal punishment. In front of my friend and her husband Judith had to explain why she was being subject to such severe discipline. I then had her remove her cardigan jacket, mitts and hat and undo her waistcoat and cardigan before making her lie across my lap in a prone position. Even at this stage she was in tears at the shame of her predicament but I continued the punishment lifting her cardigan, waistcoat and pinafore over her back and stripping her knickers (and sanitary pad) to her knees. I then spanked her first with a wooden clothes brush and finally my bare hand until she was crying uncontrollably. The application probably lasted about 10-15 minutes in all during which I reminded Judith of why she found herself in this position and of course that she must obey the rules for application of such corporal punishment. On completion and after she had thanked me for her punishment and my friends for aiding her humiliation, I pinned up her dress and woolens so that her spanked behind remained to be seen and had her stand with her hands on her head and knickers round her ankles in the corner of the room where she could be seen for the next two hours. From the redness of her bottom I would say that the fact she spent for most of this time crying quietly was because of pain as well as the shame of what she had endured. This is obviously an extremely severe punishment but I do intend to use it at least once every 2 or 3 weeks. In order to ensure she becomes even more resigned to her future clothing rules, than she already has over the past couple of months, I am considering whether I should tell her even now my plans for the next stage of her reform assuming she continues to behave in an exemplary way until June. This is that she will continue to be dressed in school uniform at all times (as now pinafore, shirt, tie and cardigan or gingham dress and cardigan) although she will be allowed to appear in public more for at least six further months. This will provide less confinement than her current regime but greater public humiliation which she already finds so unbearable on her Sunday attendances at Church. In addition I will make clear that all of the uniform clothing items she has been making and knitting and will be over the coming months are for her and will be forming a significant part of her wardrobe for many years to come. This should further accentuate the humiliation and discomfort of this work.
I thank you for your suggestions and I hope that the changes I have made although not exactly as you may have suggested you are interested to see they have been considered and used at least in part. As stated I have of course added to Judith’s feeling of punishment and hopelessness by making clear that these additional punishments were added due to your suggestions and not because of specific misbehavior. She is clearly learning to be obedient as she has had no rule transgressions at all requiring application of additional punishment over the last few weeks. She is currently in the study room writing a 16 side essay entitled, “Why I deserved to be stripped and spanked in front of guests, what it has taught me and why I deserve to receive further such punishments and what I will learn from them?” I am sure this will be helping to revisit the humiliation of her experience on Sunday. I was interested by the suggestion that I should use the term “Child” when addressing her and I will consider this currently I usually use the term, “Girl or school girl” but the use of the term child might be more appropriate and demeaning still. I wasn't clear what is or how you use a switch? for discipline so I would welcome some further information on this option/approach? I do not think I would feel a public display of the cane, belts, slipper would be appropriate as the disciplining is for the sole purpose of punishing and reforming the behavior of Judith and not something I would use on anyone else – currently these items however are hung from hooks in the study room so that Judith is ever aware of their availability.
I hope this update is useful and as ever further suggestions which will assist with Judith’s punishment and reform are welcome. I will ensure Judith provides a further update on her future reform conditions in the middle of the year. "

...I have already added my penny's worth last posting (or was it the one before?) as regards the introduction of rubber-lined school knickers with Judith's uniform, but another concern I think should be addressed is the young lady's behavior once she is alone in that rather spartan bed of hers. Not to put too fine a point on it - what is being done to dissuade the girl from falling foul of the temptation of indulging in certain unsavory solitary habits in order to assuage her discomfort? ...Garth.

Yet Another Blog for You to Explore and a Commercial Thing to Help Me earn a Crust

As you will know as much as possible I have always tried to keep this a non commercial affair, the stated aim being to create a forum to discuss and exchange ideas around my writing. But I get little financially from the publication of my stuff and I have to fund my drinking...ahem!...work...yes, that's it - work somehow. Rest assured; I'd only ever feature a commercial site that was relevant to this site's subject matter / readership and I'll only ever host links to two at most (I really hate sites / blogs that amount to little more than banner lists ). I am equally choosy when it comes to blogs to list and while thinking about all the 'Judith's Aunt' stuff that has been discussed (see A Well deserved Regime?, a few posts back) and her mention of putting her niece back in proper regulation school knickers I came across a nice little blog discussing exactly that - regulation school knickers. Called School Gym Knickers (what else?) it features some lovey big hi-res images of the same - and an equally nice young lady to fill them I might add (just click on blog name or look for it in the sidebar blog list to check it out). Incidentally, one wonders whether Judith's Aunt has taken to heart my suggestion to change her niece over to rubber-lined school bloomers, I'm sure they are available commercially...but if not then perhaps the addition of a removable latex knicker liner would suffice.

Talking of regulation Knickers: having visited the commercial site of the same name I was persuaded by the quality of their pics (but as much by their very authentic looking uniforms as anything else, to tell the truth - in particular by the type and variety of gymslips featured in addition to the usual school skirts and by the fact that nurses are featured in a dominant role - as it should be - and also appear in authentic looking uniform dresses...none of those awful 'scrubs' here). I've pinched one of their pics - I chose this one because of the gymslip featured...although you'll have to look closely to appreciate it, the pic is really only a thumbnail. Anyway, check them out...click on either picture or see their banner in the sidebar to the right or the much bigger one at the very foot of the page (way down, past the clock and the visitor-counter log thingy. The other pic is a nice example of school skirt and starched white blouse from the same site I thought you folk might like. I'm going to try to procure some site content from them to feature from time to time.

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As for my own work: I'm off down the Wood Green Cost-a-packet (Costa coffee) for a coffee (amazing!) (say hello if you see me - I'm pretty obvious) and to scribble out a couple of short linking pieces from the book (should be out, at least as an electronic download, by this time next week - all being well - touch wood and all that!). Two posts in one day...feeeew!...And it's Friday the Thirteenth!