My Valentine’s Day gift from Abel was a set of new calligraphy pens, nibs and inks. Having not found a home for them yet, I keep them on the table next to my laptop. For some odd reason, the thoughts I have most frequently when I look at them are not about practising calligraphy, but about writing lines.

When I was a kid, it was the one type of punishment I could give to myself. It didn’t get corrupted by my being unable to spank myself hard enough, or lacking a play-partner to physically interact with me. I could simply sit at my table and write lines, pretending I was at school.

As I think about this, I marvel at how diverse line-writing can be. You can use them in several different ways:

  1. A punishment in themselves. (A naughty girl is given masses of them to write out in an evening. With a dip pen. When she could be reading or watching TV.)
  2. An addition to spanking. (As above, but the naughty girl writes her lines with a tender bottom, or perhaps, with her hands sore from a strapping.)
  3. A prelude for further punishment. (As above, but the top checks the sheet for neatness, mistakes and miscounts, allocating another spanking for these.)

I enjoy all three, though the third is my favourite. As long as the top can bring himself to be fair, and not pick on my writing excessively. Not that I’m implying that anybody ever would.

Which do you like best?

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