I am remiss in my duties. I humbly apologise. I crave the forgiveness of my readers.
Oh, forget that. Just thought I ought to have mentioned here on the blog that I posted a brand new story across on Abel’s Spanking Stories last week. Called ‘Encouragement’, it’s not the longest I’ve ever written (at a shade over 1,000 words), but it’s genuinely one of my favourites from the opening onwards:
Wandering those cloisters, those corridors. Checking the library shelves: blowing dust off a favourite, fragile volume. Sitting on the hard oak benches. Not reading: daydreaming. Remembering; the wooden shelves breathing out “the intoxicating scent of learning”, as her tutor had once observed.
Still not daring to walk on the immaculately-trimmed grass.
And here, to her left: the college chapel. No more religious now than she had been a near-decade before. But places of calm, of solace, are forever to be cherished.
Reflecting. What would her younger self have made of her now – not that many years, which felt like so many years, on?
Whilst the story is entirely fictional, there’s a lot of me in there: a lot of how I feel right now about kink. Click over and have a read: I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Abel: I so enjoyed reading of the dynamic between teacher and student; that understanding that time may pass but the roles they played in one another’s lives remained the same. I find that very endearing. There is great stability in knowing that some things don’t change – for those of us who are so lucky to find a partner who cares and understands to that extent. Such are the lucky students of Dr Jenkins.
just a bit naughty of you Abel…not telling….anyway off to enjoy your written word.