Ideal Homes and Punishment Dress

Thanks go out to 'Orage' for pointing out to me that one of the blogs that I feature in my blog list (see side bar) - namely, 'The Beauty and The Birch' – has posted a most excellent article on punishment-dress taken from an old spanking magazine that I used to read way-back-when, entitled 'Phoenix'. Absolutely classic. I actually have that edition somewhere in the depths of my collection but I hadn't seen it for years, until today. It highlights that other function of punishment dress besides and beyond the humiliation aspect that I usually focus on in my writing – that being the facilitation and augmentation of corporal punishment. Probably the best example of this aspect was the photo set published in Blushes (or was it Whispers) many years ago that involved a reform-school caning applied over skin-tight, thin close-fitting shorts - the intimate fit further benefiting from a cord pulled taut between the girl's bottom cheeks and tied off at the waist band. A saturating deluge of water from a suitably institutional-looking white enamel jug then added that all-important je ne sais quoi. I'm sure most of you know where I'm coming from with this – I have pasted a pic from this set on this blog in the past – but to check out the Phoenix article, click here. I have the full Blushes / Whispers set in my collection and would have chucked in a couple of scanned pics here, but I am in a pub in Palmers Green (North London) using my 'Net book' and don't have access to my full files.

Yesterday I attended the 'Ideal Home Exhibition' in Earls Court, London – the (only) highlight of which was a demonstration of 3D television. It was apparently the 102nd such exhibition, which led me to wonder what innovations would have been on offer in the first few, a golden era when the concept of 'labor-saving devices' probably included girls in service, maids and the like – I shall have to investigate.

Since posting this (last night) I have come across the photo I spoke of above (see above left - obviously). I have the rest of the set in a magazine somewhere - I'll dig it out, scan and post it up if there is sufficient interest. Otherwise I shall be getting on with writing the new volume.

A Little Bit of Praise Goes a Long Way

Hi peoples!

I am working away from home today, but not too far away – just another area in North London. The good news, though, is that it is raining. Doesn't sound too inspiring I suppose but then again I am not in need of inspiration at present. I have built up quite a backlog of hand-written rough drafts that need typing up and, what with the weather, I have little urge to visit the pub and little to do to distract me from the task at hand. On top of all that; I received, yesterday, some wonderful encouragement in the form of a comment kindly posted me by a reader via Lulu. Had I been flagging, I'm sure the following would have got me up and running again – it certainly made my day. I was (and am) truly chuffed.

“So much enjoyed INSTITUTIONALISED 1 and [INSTITUTIONALISED ] 2 which I [recently] purchased. Brilliant BDSM writing.! And I have probably read the best of them. I hope there is an Institutionalized 3 in the pipeline.”

Obviously, I replied in a suitable tones of gratitude, explaining that – as those of you who are regular readers will already know – while there will eventually be an Institutionalized volume 3, at the moment i am working on a sort of combined prequel / overlap volume (title still to be finalized). Talking of which; I am still working along the cupcake / baggy pajamas / doctor's office interrogation thing I have spoken about before. I wish I could tell you more but it is one of the more imaginative (I think, anyway) sections and the risk is that by being too explicit I could end up spoiling things for would-be readers by giving too much away. I think I can risk saying that from the outset the scene has a strong undercurrent of humiliation running through it. While some aspects of the heroine's shame might seem, at first sight, fairly blatant, much more is covert and works on very many, very subtle, levels explored from a psychological standpoint. In the part I am working on today, there is a visit to a derelict open air exercise yard where our heroine learns to her horror how something once merely vaguely troublesome has become a twisted dread more confining than the bars on the windows and the medical restraints on her wrists.

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A Correction

My apologies go out to all those who tried to view the Mr Tawse collection by clicking on the picture link I provided in my last posting and my thanks to ‘’Madmonkey’ for pointing out that the link didn’t work. I am usually very conscientious in testing out the links I provide – but this time I slipped up…twofold. Firstly: The picture link didn’t work because apparently the address line was to long for blogger to embed in the image (or tag the image, or whatever). Secondly: I had neglected to place the link in the right-hand sidebar ‘Useful Resources’ list that I talked about in my last posting – this I have now done. I have also reworded my last offering so as to avoid confusion to any newcomers and I have removed the embedded link from the Janus governess picture so that you can view a larger version by clicking on it. I have to rush off now – my driving lesson beckons.

Slippering, Sunshine and Other Joys

Hi folks! It is a blindingly sunny day here in London and hopefully it is just as great wherever you are too. I didn't get to go to the beer Festival at Camden Town Hall in the end so I had to be satisfied by making up for it with a few beers yesterday whilst taking my mother out for Sunday lunch - it was 'Mother's Day' all mother or Mothering Sunday, as it is sometimes called. I had taken along my netbook computer and had hoped to get a few pages typed up while awaiting her arrival but as it turned out she arrived only a few minutes after I got the thing booted up - and that was that. I've only got a couple of free hours in which to get some writing done today so I'm going to go on with it in a moment and so I will keep this short and sweet for now. I just wanted to use this opportunity to tell you about a couple of blog I have just today come across and an 'Imagefap' user profile that is chock full of interesting pictures and artwork based around our favourite subject. The chap calls himself Mr Tawse and you can get to see his collection, such as the picture top left, by clicking on the link I have provided in the right-hand side bar - listed as Mr Tawse (amazingly) - under the 'Useful Resources' category (I know I have posted this pick before, but I just love it anyway). The two blogs are called 'Dr Fetish (Medfet's WebBlog)' - a medical fetish / medical restraint blog, well worth a visit and 'Simply Slippering' (does exactlyy what it says on the tin). Quite amusing, that latter one, as the other half seems to think that she invented the term 'slippering' - no, really, LOL! Now it's back to the grindstone; I'm so full of ideas that moment that something is going to go bang if I don't get them down on paper quickly. Meanwhile, click on either blog title to visit or look for the relevant link in the right hand sidebar blog roll (the Imagefap thing can be found listed under Mr Tawse in the 'useful resources list - also in the right hand sidebar ). Check out the nurse; just perfect, I pinched her from Mr Tawse's collection (well he's pinched a couple of my scans by the looks of things). She looks well worth a visit too (her site's URL can be seen on the picture - just click for a larger version). How I would love to be able to use her photo on the cover of the new book when it's finished - what could be more apt? Wishful thinking of course, but...wow!

Yet More Pyjama Spanking - And Even a Hint of Enforced Weight-Gain

Hi folks! I'm working from home today, I have to get uploaded the substantial backlog of work that I have scribbled down in my trusty notebook wall in various pubs over the last week or so. It's true that thanks to my little netebook computer that I now habitually carry around with me, quite a lot of work already exists in various files. But the thing's battery life is limited whilst my appetite for ales not quite so and I still end up scribbling copious notes. I'm still working on the cupcake thing that follows on from the initial interview / interrogation scene which in turn is the part that involves our heroine being put in shapeless stripey institutional pyjamas, which - to turn full circle -play an interesting pivotal role in the cupcake scene.

Actually, it has been surprising just how much interest there has been in the whole pyjama concept and so, thanks to an anonymous contributor who wrote to tip me off, I have today added a link in the sidebar blog list to 'Girls Pyjama Spanking'. I couldn't resist taking a quick gander and found it to be a fascinating blog, the most recent posting featuring a marvellous little photo set based around a delectable little thing called Kami Robertson. Needless to say I also couldn't resist having a quick Google around her name looking for more examples and of course I got sidetracked, but in so doing was led to the work of an artist that I hadn't come across before called Kami Tora, see the art work above left - just click on it to see more of his work or look out for the link in the 'Useful Resources' section of the right-hand sidebar. Of course I then had to Google for a bit more of this artist's work which in turn lead to yet another diversion and the evocative little photo, below on the right - I have yet to visit the site it originated from - WWW.nurse-helena.fr - in fact I dare not as I just know that I would get totally sidetracked and get absolutely nothing done for the rest of the day.

So from this point all it's back to the grindstone, although it is not all been frivolous Web surfing today. To go back to the 'Girls Pyjama Spanking' blog again, just for the moment; I came across a comment posted by blog's writer as regards the featured pyjama-clad girl saying something along the lines of how, despite one particular pair looking perhaps a little large on her, nevertheless once the girl was bent over her " perfectly round bum filled them gloriously ". Of course the depicted pyjamas are nothing like the baggy shapeless green and white stripey institutional things I envisage our heroine, in but it was that bit about her bum filling them that " gloriously" that got me thinking. There is a similarity to a certain piece of dialogue that I've been working on over the last couple of days, just something that the institution's psychiatrist mentions about wanting to see the girl in her charge " fill out those pyjamas". I've been thinking that what with the girl only possessing that one pair that the doctor has given her and being confined either to the doctor's office - where she is questioned day in day out - or the little room that leads off of it, with the minimal facilities that implies, several weeks or perhaps a couple of months in to her residency those pyjamas are unlikely to feel so fresh on. When she is informed that her guardian will be paying her a visit in addition to the humiliation engendered by her appearance she is horrified by the way that woman will perceive her personal hygiene.

By now the shapeless pyjama bottoms no longer fit quite so loosely around her waist hips and bottom and despite any misgivings she may have regarding her blossoming figure she has at least cheered by the fact that she no longer has to continually struggle to keep them from falling around her ankles - something she would find particularly humiliating in front of her hated guardian. One can imagine the relief when she is reassured by the doctor that in return for some new level of co-operation she will be rewarded with a nice fresh crisp clean pair - then comes the dilemma. The good doctor lets slip that the only pair available in the girl's size are the ones she has one - the nice new clean pair she holds up in front of the girl are a good couple of sizes too large. If she wants to wear these in front of her visitor she can but with this privilege comes a price; she must bend for six strokes of the doctor's cane across her bare behind just prior to meeting her visitor. She must also accept the equally baggy and shapeless bloomers that come with the new pyjamas and which of course, like the pyjamas, are also devoid of waist elastic or any other method of fastening at the waist. She has been told many many times that pyjama cords, lengths of elastic and the like can present a danger to psychiatric patients - the implication is not lost on her and the tedium of having to constantly walk around holding up her pyjama trousers and now her underwear keeps that thought ever fresh and in the front of her mind. She has a choice but there is a deep element of humiliation attached to either. In addition there is the bitter humiliation of the meeting itself haunting her; she is told that she is to greet her guardian pleasantly and politely, she is to thank the woman for being kind enough to visit her, she had to say how well she is being looked after in the hospital and how thankful she is for being under the good doctor's care. She also has to recite in detail the long list of ways her therapy is benefiting her - a list ingrained by hour upon hour of tedious line writing impositions under the doctor's supervision - and how at home she is now beginning to feel in the institution. The latter is not entirely an untruth given her months of isolation and almost constant indoctrination at the hands of a skilled psychologist. Throughout, she is told, she must sit up straight with her hands on her head, listening without comment to everything her guardian has to say. If given certain papers and documents to sign she is to do so without question or hesitation. The doctor is going to be present throughout the visit and any failing on the girl's part will earn her six strokes of the doctor's cane across her bare buttocks in front of her visitor and another six strokes later on, once her visitor has left, followed by a prolonged period of isolation locked in the cramped little anteroom with just the hospital bed and desk for company..And a surprisingly subtle punishment of the doctor's own devising of which I shall say no more for fear of giving too much away.

See you later, folks. PS: don't forget, the beer drinkers amongst you, that is the London Beer Festival at Camden Town Hall on Wednesday Thursday and Friday of this week, though I'm not sure yet which day I shall attend.

A Cupcake Innovation - (I bet that's got you thinking!)

Hi again folks!

Although my last posting was dated Wednesday I actually pasted it up on Thursday– go figure. I have to admit that I had created it the night before and saved it as a draft copy, so perhaps that is just the way that Google's Blogger works, who knows. Right at this minute I am in the Turnpike Lane (an obscure area of North London) branch of Wetherspoons, where I am working on a piece that I have been developing over the last couple of days and that is, in turn, based on the idea that I spoke about recently regarding pyjamas. It is sometimes quite amazing how one little idea can lead t the next and the next and the next, but that has certainly turned out to be the case here. To be truthful it is not actually the aspect of my heroine being put in institutional pyjamas 24/7 in itself that has been the spur, so much as the change in circumstance that it entails. The latest development revolves around a tray of cupcakes and a tempting pile of chocolate chunks. Concerned about her figure (and what young woman isn't) our heroine declines the proffered treat - easily understandable given her ambition to be a dancer and the fact that already she has gained weight, having been surreptitiously fed a calorie-enriched diet (but that is a different story). She is strong willed but she is in the hands of a skilled psychologist – can it be long before she gives in to temptation, especially given the fact that her diet to date has been a deliberately bland concoction of soya protein? But what then? What if she does succumb? Will she receive her reward - and a few more pounds piled on around her middle - or will she have first to bend across the doctor's lap, feeling the latter's black leather skirt pressing against her abdomen and that implacable woman's leather-gloved palm skinning her plump buttocks? Oh God! I wish I wasn't in public!!!

At this point the uninitiated are probably asking themselves what this is all about. What is all this crap about cupcakes? Well, you see, I am something of a realist and I happen to know - from experience I might add - that your average woman is not going to submit to a darn good spanking, let alone a caning, without out some form of leverage. I have lived the lifestyle and in the case of the young lady that I most usually would have bent over my knee in the 1980s it was her relationship with my wife of the time that was the lever. Ironically the threat of banishing her from the home was sufficient to have her surrender to my belt, even though one would having thought that running away would have been the easier option. Its all a question of psychology, you see.

And the picture, above left? Purely incidental and equally purely gratuitous. By the way: Hands up who wants another picture of the author pissed - only I have my 'netbook' with me and it does have a built in camera! Let me know soon as I have to up and leave before long...Bye.

A Couple More from my Pyjama Research and the Links I Promised

Yesterday I updated the Blog list with the following blogs, all worth a visit:
Domestic Discipline Dreams; Age Play & Domestic Discipline; The art of corporal punishment; The Spank Statement; Au Fil des Jours…Au Gre Du temps (The last is a french language site - obviously). Links to all can be found in the blog roll situated in the sidebar to the right or you can just click on the blog titles to visit. I have also added a link to a collection of artworks by ‘Herric’ (Chéri Hérouard) on Flikr. An example of this artist's work may be viewed below, left, just click to visit or see sidebar for link.

Finally: I just couldn't resist pasting up another couple of examples of the fruits of my 'pyjama research' I regaled you with last time. The drop-seat variety seem open to a multitude of possibilities, if you pardon the pun, but I still favour the idea of a baggy, ill-fitting institutional style for our young lady at the present - as I outlined last time.