“So how’s your writing?” asked my friend yesterday. She’s one of my oldest friends, used to sit two rows back from me at school, and was one of the early readers of what passes for creative fiction when the writer is fourteen.
My writing was great, I assured her. Most of it was in English these days. Some of it got published, yeah; she wouldn’t want copies. Most of it was also, um, well… sort of naughty. *whisper* Erotica, you know.
“Cool!” said my friend. “Let me guess, does it involve, teachers and students?”
…When you’re fourteen, and a baby writer, and kinky but don’t know it, you write spanking stories and think they’re just stories, and show them to your friends.
Then you grow up, and realise you’re kinky, and laugh at the old stories, and write some new ones – anonymously, online.
You think that your friends have forgotten the long series about that girl in that strict boarding school, or that one about the magician’s apprentice who got into trouble five times a day, or that one a pair of home-tutored twins.
Well, your old friends remember. And when you grow up to write erotica? They aren’t very surprised.
ROFL!
Oh, thank goodness I never showed anyone my childhood and adolescent stories. Especially not the one with kids in some sort of prison school in a cave in which the beds were carved into the walls and bars made up one of the walls. Perhaps I knew it was silly that all the guards were really nice, if rather prone to spank students with their own uniform belts.
But I never had my dolls spank each other, so I must not have been all that kinky.
LOL well sometimes it’s nice to know that the only one you’re scandalizing is yourself. Now you’ve got me remembering the sort of things I used to draw…
Hmm…I mostly kept my stories of prison/schools in my own head. Far less chance of being discovered that way.
OMG! Indiana! That prison cave?! That’s where Abel’s from…
ROFL knowing the friend that Haron met up with yesterday… I am now rather intrigued by her excellent memory. I mean, one wouldn’t remember a detail like that by chance, if one had no interest in the topic? And she’s *very* cute and lovely.
(I know this will squick Haron. I’m not allowed to want to spank her school friends!)
Whilst I am not a sadistic pervert who wishes to squick Haron, nor do I know whether or not her friend is cute and lovely, I *do* think it’s more than interesting that she remembers these earlier literary leanings quite so clearly! Perhaps you have a kindred spirit amongst the locals there after all??
Either way, she got you good there 😉
I remember an incident in the fourth grade rather clearly – I was nine, and for some reason our teacher was reading us a story about some historical time, and some girl who was working on a farm.
In the story the girl had to go milk the cow, or some such nonsense, and – I don’t blame her – she didn’t want to. Threatened with a beating, she eventually decided to go do what she was supposed to do…
That’s where I ran into a problem – for whatever reason, the word ‘beating’ wasn’t good enough for the story in my head. I wanted to hear something much more specific. “What does that mean?” I piped up in front of everyone, pushing my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.
There was a pause and our teacher sat, rather taken aback. “Well, it means she would get hit.”
“With what?” I can’t imagine how uncomfortable I must have been making this woman in a room full of curious nine-year-olds.
“With a big stick!” She was starting to get slightly exasperated… But I wasn’t satisfied.
“Where?”
That was the biggest pause of all.
“Where?” I queried again, more forcefully, glaring up at her.
I don’t remember what she said after that… Possibly she just decided to ignore me, or possibly she didn’t say what I wanted her to say, and so I took the story off on my own from there…
Anywho… what a fun trip down memory lane! 😀
A little scary how sometimes your past creeps up behind you to tap you on the shoulder and say “hello”, isn’t it?
Hello again,
Sorry I didn’t realize it was you who had commented on my blog. I clicked on your name but the presentation couldn’t be found. So I took the liberty of answering your question in my blog. Anyhow. As for writing I never dared doing it when I was at school, but I was dreaming out one scenario more extreme than the other all the time in my fantasies. It’s just now when, well, I’m not a teenage girl anymore, I have taken to writing. And I am actually enjoying it. It adds a lot of excitement to practising bdsm and self-discipline.
I really do enjoy your blog and the problem is I keep on finding new great ones all the time so I wonder how I will find the time for them all. Anyway, take care, have a great holiday and all the best from Sweden,
tina