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Pretty (stroppy) Schoolgirl

I love this picture.

I love that you can see her mood come flying through the ether. She is going to give some stick before she feels that stick.

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I Want To Be Able To Do This

This is a little bit eighties, but isn’t it cute?

I like the way the shirt curls up over her bottom and around her shoulders. She looks like the kind of girl I want to be when I grow up. Alas, I would fall over if I tried to take my knickers off whilst standing up wearing heels.

I would end up in a tangle on the floor. It would not look sexy or cute. Sigh.

Is there a school one can go to where one learns these skills, do you suppose? I will stick with the retro scene.I think this is a pretty picture too, despite the woeful hair. (Viola, I will concede that eighties hair was unacceptable.)

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If I Had Been Caught At School- this is how it would have looked.

Her expression is perfect, isn’t it?

I think this is such a perfect picture that I do not want to dull it with words. But had I ever been caught, this is how it would have looked. I am sure of it.

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The End Of Summer

It is the second of September.

The summer is over.

I should be allowed to sulk with no fear of reprisal.

But I do like autumn. I am all grown up now but I always get that back to school feeling at this time of year. The smells and the feel of the air bring with them a whiff of new stationery, blank pages, new school shoes, and everything being fresh and lovely. The world brims with possibility and hope of change.

I don’t know how this happened to her. It is a new term, a new start, a new year. It cannot be like this all over again.

Hurumph.

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A Schoolgirl Spanking- An Update

I missed this picture the other day when I did my post about the horrible words, “Bend Over.” But I think it is so perfect it deserves its very own post.

Here are some of the things I love about it.

The shoes, I cannot see her shoes which leaves me free to imagine that they are the right type of shoes and not some horrible, nasty shoes that break the scene and make the whole thing sordid and horrible.

All her clothes are perfect. Those socks we had to wear at school and the blouse are just right. Her knickers are cute and childlike without being childish and icky.

She is looking around just how I do, sneaking a peek whilst clutching onto the sofa for comfort. I think the man she is looking at was just fetching an implement when she dared to look. She is curious but not bold. I think that just as she turns around he comes back and she stuffs her face back into the sofa as fast as she can. Her face will get all hot and pink as she pushes it against the fabric but she doesn’t care. She can’t bear to look at him. When he demands an answer she turns her face to the side so that she can see only the wall and not his strict eyes.

That is a terrible angle for a bum to be at. Now that I have looked at this picture for so long I have too much empathy to remain detached. I know just how she would feel and I have a sinking, trembly feeling in my tummy as I write this. Her bottom would feel cool in the air and far too exposed. She would worry about how much he can see and would do all she can to keep her legs as tight together as he would let her. She would feel shy and sorry for herself before he even started. But when he did start it would all be so painful. Her sit spot is there, everything is there, all her most tender parts offered up so that he can strike them easily.

I hope he will not be too strict or spank too hard but I think that any man who puts a girl in this position is not about to go easy on her.

I think I need a cuddle now. I need to snuggle up in someone’s lap and calm down.

Here is mine ..

It is slightly different but such a pretty pink colour and wonderful to read on and to write on when I need to be very good and away from the TV.

Speaking of which I need, need, need to be better behaved and try to write my book. I am not being modest – it is my first book and I do not think it is very good. I want to finish it and then I want to make it better and better. I find that doing a post every day here is stopping me from doing the writing that I need to. I am going to do a post every other day from now until I get somewhere with my book. (Except today when I want to write the post that Rich suggests in the comments bit of Bend Over.)

So I feel a bit bad about reducing the posts but something has to give and I very much want to be able to finish my book. (I keep saying “my” book to see if that will help me believe that I can do it.)


Hope you are having a wonderful day.

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