In connection to yesterday’s Punishment Book post by Abel, I’m compelled to tell you about a role-play I invented for myself when I was about 10 years old.
My aunt, who was a teacher, often brought “spoiled” forms from her school for me to play with; rather than be tossed in the bin, they were my sketchbooks and notepads. Once she brought an empty class register: a thick book with spaces for names, subjects, contact details in the back, teachers’ notes, the work. A secretary had made a mistake filling it in before the year started, and it was dismissed as unusable.
Unusable by the school, perhaps. But not me. I tore out the offending pages, and began to run a school of my own.
I came up with 35 names, boys and girls, and listed them in my best hand. I invented the subjects they studied, and their teachers names, and their marks. And in the form where the teacher would normally record homework for the following time, I kept a punishment book. The school was set in the future, after corporal punishment had returned.
Don’t ask me where I’d got the idea: at the age of 10, I was inventing the wheel, and adjusting it to my own headspace. As far as I was concerned, this was the most wonderful game in the world: to list names, and offences, and the punishments they suffered.
There were never any particular details; these were in my head, in case anybody found my book and questioned my strict running of the imaginary classroom. I had “Sokol, Anna – tardiness – 10.” (Strokes of the birch, of course.) Detention featured as well, though not much else, I stuck to what I thought would be reasonably used. In my head, though, I had entire stories, with lengthy dialogues (the begging; the scolding), additional punishments (a boy kneels in the corner, holding the birch: I’d read that one in a book), colours and sounds. It was a whole world.
Since then, every time I come across a real punishment book, I can’t help imagining the world behind it, with its own colours, sounds and stories. A simple list of names can send me on a adventure in an imaginary school, with its imaginary rules. If the book is authentic and detailed, all the better, but it doesn’t matter: a world grows around it all on its own, without much help from me.
…I think I destroyed my original punishment book in a fit of horror, when I found out that my spanking addiction could be seen as a sexual perversion. When you’re sixteen, you don’t want to be a pervert. Maybe some other books survived, though; I was never any good in cleaning. I’d love to know for sure what I’d written.
What a delicious thing to do! I remember playing out BDSM scenes between my dolls and teddy bears (lonely doll style, you know), and that was in elementary school which means I would be under 10. The other thing I did to excess in those days was drawing endless pictures of lovely maidens punished and tied up by a cruel male. The special attraction was coming up with hair color for those girls, for some reason, since most people at home have dark brown hair.
I remember playing out punishing scenes with my Barbies. I was rather embarrassed when my mother came in to find me making a barbie spank her friend, though…
This was a delightful post Haron. I had no difficulty conjuring you up, diligently filling in your teacher’s record book and making mental notes of what punishment would be meted out. I do remember keeping a similar such book recording students’ names and their record of attendance with a / or \ (copying our teachers at school), but I can’t quite get back to that 10 year old girl in enough detail to remember exactly what else was going on in her mind, because your post had me really wanting to connect back with her.
I did something similar myself, except who got into trouble and the seriousness of her (it was an all girls school) offence were decided by chance. I listed twenty or so girls I liked, and a complex series of dice throwing and lot drawing decided what happened. The game was weighted so that serious misdemeanors were quite rare, though cp could also be administered if a girl found herself in detention too often!! I spent hours doing this, and got through 2 or 3 full school years before deciding I was too old to be doing such things… still, better than spending time smashing bus shelters I suppose.
Richard: I do hope that you are using a more reasoned approach for your girl’s (or should that be plural??) chastisement these days!!! LOL
LOL He is, Rob, he’s a perfect gentleman
You’ve given me an idea there Rob! Hmmm…. who’s going to be first to have the fate of their bottom decided by dice throwing and lot drawing? Except in this version it’ll have to be weighted so serious misdemeanors form a majority – I wouldn’t want to go through all the effort and end up only being able to give 6 slaps over jeans!!
Richard F: I really think you are onto something here – if people bet on who is going to win a football game, then I reckon they’d be willing to bet on the odds of a girl getting walloped. I suggest you go to 2 dice – that then gives you 12 numbers. Yes, 6 ain’t enough!! What implement is used may be an extra element that needs to be worked out. Sort of a sophisticated spin the bottle game. Too bad I’m too far away to help with setting up this new game, but I warn you I do expect to be cited on the patent as a co-inventor!!! LOL
Richard F: You have opened up a Pandora’s box. Just before I tucked my little boy into bed we had a game of Boggle. Such is my thought processes that it didn’t take long to find ‘bend’ and ‘over’. This got me thinking. You could play Boggle with a group of friends and the girl who finds the most spanking words within, say 3 minutes, gets spanked or not, depending on her whim, and the guy who gets the most words gets to spank (I’m doubting he’d chooose NOT to spank). You could of course choose variations on this theme, such as being perverted enough as to suggest that less than 10 words for a girl and she got so many wacks, more than 10 for a guy and he had choice of implement….OK I’ll stop now. If my family had any idea of what I was typing……
I wrote a program on my calculator to do a similar thing to Richard’s Scheme – generate a random number for the offence, an age, and a series of IF THEN statements to work through the options.
This generated an implement, a number of strokes, and the degree of bottom bareing.
An alternative version allowed the user to enter an age, severity of offence and, in some cases, the time since the last such punishment
Extensive testing would follow each version to ensure that it was fair, lesser offences, younger girls and less often punished girls being punished less harshly than greater offences, older girls or frequent offenders.
A properly written program, which I’ve never got round to, could call up a girl’s record, and calculate a fair punishment, and write that to her record, ready for the next time she needed to be punished, or to be printed in her termly report.
Phil
Hey Haron. Your post tempted me back out of lurkerdom (been a lot of RL going on of late) to join the “me too” chorus!
My grandfather was a (retired) teacher and I too was the happy recipient of random stationery. Was generally just loose paper and exercise books but there was one pad of real actual school report forms with a crest, and space for headteacher’s comments, and merits/demerits earned and *everything*. Imagine the joy!
When playing away from home I would keep innocuous, coded outlines just in case my notes were read (KW 6C = kate williams, 6, cane) but in the security of my room I wrote prolifically, filling the exercise books with stories and scenarios, and records, and school rules…and uniform requirements…and floorplans…
And as well as school I created quite a detailed world of a workhouse and subsequent apprenticeships/service under stern, rod-wielding masters. I had full blown spanko-child Dickensia for at least three years
But the interesting (to me at least) parallel with your post is that I too destroyed all those childhood exercise books/records in my mid teens, in response to what was a genuinely jarring realisation that I had a definable “sexual perversion”. [Thank you very much, Everyman Dictionary].
Difference now being that while I could have done without the guilt/uncertainty of the great purge of ’92 (or whenever), I think I’m glad that stuff doesn’t exist anymore. While I look back affectionately at the innocently (if intently) pervy child I was, I’m not sure she’d have wanted *any* grown up reading her books, even if that grown up was just her 30 (ack!) year old self. I think it would ick me.
Not sure that makes any sense, but also not sure enough of blog etiquette to know if stealing so much space to expound your own theories is bad form. Guessing that it probably is, so…!
PS Rob – i LOVE boggle!
Richard – that degree of delicious sadism has not occurred to us so far – but what a good idea! (I am talking about the lot-determined punishments). Even thinking of playing out something like this makes me all excited! In the wildest hour the number of strokes is determined by my remembering places on a blank map. (Damn Yugoslavia for falling apart).
For the benefit of Amber and Rob, let us open the Pandora’s box a little further… A fantastic new game, called “Spanking Darts”
Let’s imagine Haron has once again done something to warrant a whacking. First, she throws a dart at the board to determine whether the punishment is over knickers or bare – if she hits an odd number it’s knickers, even is bare.
She then throws another dart to determine the implement. You can construct your own table here – each of your implements has a number.
Finally, she throws for the number of strokes. A minor crime means she throws one dart, more serious crimes mean two or even three darts.
A fair system that if Haron is skillfull enough could mean only one spank over knickers – or (more amusingly) 60 strokes of the cane on the bare bottom.
Anyways… must go and find a dartboard!!
Richaard: I’m guessing a short post from Haron next time, busy as she must be at this very moment practising away at her dart throwing skills. For the purposes of the instruction manual, could we try to define ‘minor’ and ‘major’ types of crimes? Would being 15 minutes late considered minor or major, for example. With the possibility of earning ’60 strokes of the cane on the bare bottom’ it seems to me that a girl would appreciate such clarification!!
That provided that Haron (or any girl in her place) is any good with throwing darts… Of course, it’s more fun to everyone if she isn’t…
I forgot to add that any darts that miss the board add 5 strokes onto the total.
I think it’s better for all concerned if the girl is poor at dart throwing…. as a variation, the spanker could throw. S/he’d obviously be aiming at all the high numbers, which is a bit of a worry if you’ve done something to annoy Phil Taylor or Eric Bristow…
Rob, I think the minor/major decision is down to the individual spanker. Personally, if I were spanking Haron, I’d probably go down the route of everything being a ‘major’!!
Richard F: It sounds like a game of brinkmanship to me dear. You should have no difficulty in locating young ladies who wish to play!
It’s amazing to me how detailed my sexual fantasies were as a child, and how many people I’m finding out had equally well-thought-out erotic daydreams.
What a revealing tale! So cute and very sexy at the same time.
xoxo
Tara
Phil: I’ve just read your comment. What a hoot!! Just what we spankos need – NOT – a computer nerd/geek to calculate a spanking based on all previous offenses -a sort of rolling list of offences as I understand it. So my husband could say, “Now let’s see the record. This is the 4438th time since we’ve been married that you’ve been cheeky. And it’s been 33 minutes since the last bout of cheekiness. Based on Phil’s software program that will be 888 wacks”, or some such. Back to the drawing board with that idea Phil!!!! LOL
Rob, it won’t be THAT bad – the time since last spanking factor eventually decays to zero, and I’m fairly sure that some sort of upper limit was imposed in the programs otherwise, yes, quite alarming results could occur.
In any case, there must be a limit to the size of file it could write – I’m not that stict.
Phil
Phil: Thanks so much for clarifying. I’m breathing better now!