Ouch...

I must not buy stupid presents...
I must not buy stupid presents...
I must not buy stupid presents...

Because if you buy a top hitty things, the odds are that you will get hit with them at some point.

The boy interest is fan of the hand of doom, as he rather smugly said "It has a good weight to it but is easy to control." He started off giving me ten strokes but the situation rapidly deteriorated to him holding me down and hitting me continuously with it, which resulted in lots of wriggling and yelping. The wriggling and yelping wasn't very effective but the eventually collapsing onto my tummy and asking him nicely to stop was.

It is actually a surprisingly effective implement as it's made of a very heavy wood but is short enough and small enough to be easy to control - which appears to equate to hitting Rebecca lots.

Still, you can judge the damage for yourself :)

Kinky snippets...

From a bad girl's brain. Sometimes I get just a few images of a scene in my head but don't quite know the full story. Some of them are hot enough to be worth sharing though.

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I don't quite know who she is. She could be the daughter of a rival knight, taken in a raid. Or perhaps a wilful fiance. I don't think she's a servant, something about the sweep of her neck.

The castle is old, grey stones that lack the uniformity of modern bricks. Corridors lit by ornate braziers, the stone floors covered with beautiful but well worn carpets in deep shades of purple and red. The doors leading off the corridors are heavy oak bevelled with sturdy metal fittings.

She waits in the room at the end of the corridor, bound naked and spread-eagled on a huge four poster bed. Her hair spills down her pale shoulders and onto the richly coloured bedspread. Her bottom, raised by a bolster already bears the signs of his displeasure, the meaning of those marks will be evident to anybody passing by. Outside the sky is dark and it is raining heavily, she cannot help but think that the weather is as black as his mood.

Heavy treads down the corridor and she senses that he is standing beside her. He is tall and well muscled, as you would expect of a fighting man. He exchanges no words with her but trails his whip between her shoulder blades and down her back, she shivers. Then with no warning he lashes down, branding another burning welt across her bottom...

Multiple usage...

I ask you people seriously - do you think that these were seriously designed to be salad tongs...or designed as punishment implements and then sold as a pair to create the illusion that they could be used as salad tongs...Thoughts on a postcard!

Still Truculent...

Rebecca ended up in Detention with Mr Shafebotham one Tuesday night (much to her horror - balmy summer nights are clearly for drinking gin and tonic under a starry sky, not writing lines).

Rebecca hadn't actually done anything horribly wrong, it was more to do with her general attitude, which had been causing no small amount of trouble. Sitting waiting in the empty classroom and reading the detention rules, Rebecca was less than impressed - no talking, no rearranging her clothing and raising her hand if she wished to speak all equated to very much not cool. The rather imposing list of detention protocol on the blackboard did little to make her feel any better

1. Spanking 2. Paddle 3. Lines 4. Light Tawse 5. Belt 6. Lines 7. Strap 8. XH Tawse (2 tails) 9. XH Tawse (3 tailes) 10. Lines 11. Junior Cane 12. Senior Cane 13. Lines 14. Dragon Cane

In fact, by the time the Headmaster entered the room Rebecca was rather cross - she hadn't done anything after all. This meant that the detention didn't get off to the best start. Rebecca was somewhat argumentative and cheeky and ended up getting whacked with the wooden paddle (for breaking the rules) before the detention had even really begun.

Next Rebecca found herself over the Headmaster's knee for a spanking to start the detention, feeling extremely embarrassed to be over his knee, and worse with her knickers around her thighs. There was also the alarming realisation that this actually *hurts* a lot, and was only the begining, which was reinforced by the '1. Spanking' being ticked off on the blackboard. The paddle followed, coupled with much protesting and then some lines.

Rebecca was still being less than compliant about the whole process so ended up getting the wooden paddle again before moving onto the light tawse (which Rebecca noted was not very light at all!). It should be emphasised that Rebecca is not a fan of wooden implements in general but despite this when she is in a rebellious mood they do little to act as an incentive to behave. The belt hurt Rebecca quite a lot but not enough to stop her from earning extra strokes for being cheeky.

It was in writing the next set of lines that Rebecca came up with a cunning plan - as any outward signs of attitude such as answering back, rearranging her clothing, pouting (one of Rebecca's favourite pasttimes) and slouching were verboten she would do it another way - by writing her lines as slow as humanly possible. This seemed like an excellent idea, even when Mr Shaftebotham tawsed her hands for being so slow - she could hardly write more quickly when her hands were so sore could she now?!

Rebecca suspected that the Headmaster laid the strap on more heavily than he might have done otherwise in response to his frustration at the speed of her line writing. She wriggled and yelped through the dozen strokes with each the two and three tailed XH tawses and mentally resolved herself to write even more slowly the next time.

In the next set of lines Rebecca took almost 25 minutes to write ten lines, which she considered a great triumph despite getting the tawse on her hands again. She could sense the palpable frustration in the Headmaster and took great delight in pointing out that she couldn't write any faster because he had made her hands hurt so much - it was his fault that this was taking so long - not hers.

This may have been a sign of total lack of common sense as Rebecca found herself bending over for the junior cane. This slashed down but Rebecca took it quite well - twenty five minutes is after all a good rest and if offered the choice (which never happens) Rebecca prefers the cane to the great big heavy tawses anyway. The senior cane was somewhat harder but Rebecca managed to stay down for all of the strokes and to count them and thank Mr Shaftebotham for them without sounding too sarcastic.

Then Rebecca was faced with more lines, which she once again wrote terribly slowly. The problem was that Rebecca was actually getting rather bored of writing so very slowly - it is really quite hard work to draw out a seven word line for almost five minutes. So when the teacher's back was turned she sneakily began to write more quickly, making sure to slow down (to make her point) whenever he turned around to check on her.

Still, it didn't make sense to finish too quickly as all poor Rebecca had to look forward to was the Dragon Cane. She stretched out over the desk reaching up onto her tip toes and took a deep breath and then slowly counted each stroke from one to twelve and thanked the Headmaster, somewhat more sincerely this time. They hurt a lot but Rebecca stayed put and didn't squeak too much. Afterwards Rebecca promised to show less attitude (with a bit of a pout).

The final note in the detention report read 'still truculent' :-)

One of the things that I find interesting about role play is that your character can take over. I was actually in quite a good mood but as soon as I got into my school uniform and received the detention note I became quite grumpy, and almost 'up for a fight'. This can be quite good fun as it tends to give that sort of scene a bit of energy and also psyche me up for taking more. I *hate* the wooden paddle but having it as a discentive didn't make Rebecca bat an eyelid, nor did the strict rules - at that point I was utterly outraged that I was being dealt with so harshly when I hadn't done anything wrong and determined to get this across at any cost.

Afterwards we had a nice cuddle and a giggle over me writing so slowly as Mr S had actually noticed that I was speeding up when he wasn't looking at the end! It's interesting though because on another occasion Rebecca could easily have been much more apologetic and upset but on that particular night she wasn't...

F*ck you very much...

Someone is cruising for a bruising and for once it's not me. Having survived a rather interesting week I decided to go for a swim before dinner and trundled merrily up to the pool. I spent sixty lengths (it's a very small pool) dodging four extremely irritating teenage boys who appeared to be permeanently stationary except when deliberately getting in my way - they would sit there and then suddenly launch themselves in front of me mid-length. This was very annoying but I did manage to 'accidentally' kick two of them which went some way towards compensating for the annoyance.

Still, having bashed up and down for about forty minutes I was feeling refreshed, until I got into my bathroom to discover that the hotel staff (who had thus far been impeccable) had for some reason neglected to leave any towels - which is bizarre as I've had about lots until today. I phoned the reception and politely asked for one. Thirty minutes later no towel. I phoned housekeeping directly and asked for one quite nicely. Fifteen minutes later no towel and a very grumpy Rebecca. I phoned reception again and asked for one somewhat less politely - two minutes later apologetic man arrives with four, and becomes even more apologetic when I answer the door in my bikini and goosebumps.

In my mind it was all a grand plot - the boys at the pool had bribed a maid to remove my towels (probably because I kept giving them evils when they jumped on me). I can only hope that the hotel manager discovered this plot and gave her a good hiding, and that the pool staff reported to the boys' fathers that they had been behaving so badly and they got thrashed too...no in case you are wondering I'm not in the best of moods today!

To be honest the pool boys and the towels aren't that big a deal. Even that I barely got a thank you for running around after thirty people all week whilst suffering from the flu isn't that big a deal - I'm getting paid and have a beautiful room with a bed big enough for at least four Rebeccas and lots of yummy meals. Being fairly recently of university this is a bit of a treat. I have some cool pressies for my friends and flatmates too, which is nice. No spankings (which may have contributed towards my grumpiness) but you can't have everything...Actually in Bangkok you probably can but am not sure it would be wise to go looking!

What has really f*cked me off today is that two people who I thought were really good friends have badly let me down. Friends for whom I've dropped everything to pick up the pieces when things go wrong, listened to their problems, tried to find nice ways to cheer them up and organised things around what suits them. So I'm feeling pretty upset. It's not that I expect anything in return but it would be nice if they could at least not screw me over because something else has come along.

That's the thing - I try so hard to be nice to people and to be there for them when they need me - I'm a girl's girl who will drop dates to be there with chocolate, wine and a sympathetic ear; or for a drunken night out when friends need me. No questions asked - that's what friends do. So it hurts a lot when people who I think are good friends treat me like that. I have a lot of friends and love meeting new people but only have few that I feel really close to. Probably because at the end of the day those are the ones who can hurt you - and who wants to get hurt?

So for today no more nice girl - may they be visited with thrashings of the not nice variety. Or at least may I not be stupid enough to blow other people out or in fact just lose sleep to look after them next they have a crisis.

Cocks, Condoms and sickly bunnies

I have been a bit remiss in posting as I have been a sickly bunny and totally excelled myself in managing to come down with the flu in a big way whilst in Bangkok. Everyone is swine flu mad here so spent most of yesterday at the hospital where after some time it was established that I have normal flu, not swine flu - panic over! However me and my friend came up with something quite funny - they are also still a bit paranoid about bird flu here and she commented that it would almost be worth getting both as then you could say that you had flying pig flu! Can you imagine the headlines?!


We went to the best restaurant ever - it is run by a charity offering HIV and sexual health services and called Cabbages and Condoms. There are whole people, flowers and statues made out of condoms and they give you a condom instead of a mint at the end of the meal. I'm wondering if we could start a similar model in the UK - Steaks and Spankings in aid of the education of delinquent girls?


I'm in Bangkok - which is a silly name as it is but was still a bit surprised to find a stall near my hotel that literally sold wooden cocks. I am debating buying one as a comedy souvenir for a friend but am not quite sure how I'd fare getting it through customs or quite how I'd explain the purchase to my colleagues if they somehow saw it! There is also a large billboard advertising 'The future of masturbation' which is some sort of male sex aid, various female arousal aids where chewing gum would normally sit in the supermarket and condoms in my hotel bathroom! It's probably just as well I'm feeling sickly otherwise I'd probably be able to think of nothing but sex all week!

I have seen some other potentially kinky purchases though - particularly super cute hair bows that would go down a treat with 'school friends' and some rather interesting underwear. I'm not sure about that though - I'm not a big girl but still bigger than most Thais! Am still in search of suitable implements but we are going to the weekend market hopefully on Saturday so maybe I'll find something then...

Breaking the bar tab..

It's a funny thing being a grown-up organising an event for a large number of people on foreign shores - you really have to think of everything! You see, we are having a bar tab tonight for participants and one of the issues discussed was how to stop other people accessing the tab - they are going to have to show their shiny new name badges. The coordinator was somewhat bemused that I thought that this might be a problem...

I suppose they say that the best way to catch a criminal is to use a criminal...you see in my student days my best friend and I were backpacking and once wandered into a posh hotel and settled ourselves down by the pool. We then proceeded to order drinks and charged them to a random room number figuring that:

a) Someone rich enough to stay there probably wouldn't notice a few cheeky cocktails; and

b) If they did then it really was the bar staff's fault for being stupid enough to serve us without a key or cotton onto the fact that we were far too scruffy to have been staying there.

Late last night my mind was wandering to how that situation could have turned out. Just as we ordered our third cosmopolitans at the bar, blithely giving the room number 227 I was tapped on the shoulder by a tall, dark gentleman (this is my fantasy ok...). It turned out that he was in fact staying in room 227 and less than impressed that we had been running up his bill. We were given a choice - he could report us to the hotel who would call the police or we could allow him to deal with it in a more traditional way.

Reluctantly we followed him into the lift, and rose up through the floors to the penthouse suite. He bent us both over the chaise lounge and explained that there was an excellent local way of dealing with such outrageous behaviour before ordering us to drop our bikini bottoms. At this point a bit of an argument took place, which ended in us conceding that we didn't have much choice - after all at least he was fit. We held hands as he gave us six strokes each with the local malaca cane, one for each drink ordered. Then he pulled our bikinis back up, commented that you could see the stripes on either side of the bottoms and escorted us out of the hotel and into the street...