The Corrections Officer

Recently I received a job opportunity by e-mail from a magazine.

Joyful Magazine is currently looking for English Corrections Officer.

Corrections officers are what we call prison guards here; that couldn't be it. They must mean an English-speaking person to administer corrections, I assume. Reading on:

We currently need three english corrections officer, someone who can edit our customer service messages and correct errors in our english customer service messages.

Oh, I could do that too. Starting with the e-mail itself.

Sounds like a pretty good job, though. They offer:

High earnings plus performance results bonus.
Weekly salary of $150
Monthly salary of $10,000 to $65, 000.

I hope they are also looking for a calculation corrections officer. I don't see how $150 a week translates into $10, 000 a month. Unless that's the performance bonus. Of course. Good performance in administering 'corrections'.

Vacation Plans

The other night I saw a commercial on television for one of Canada's national historic sites. It encouraged tourists to visit one of the many Canadian forts built during the war of 1812 by the British, to defend us from the Americans.

An unseen voice described the historical importance of the fort, then went on to say that costumed staff performed daily re-enactments. While he spoke about admission prices, dates and times, a filmed dramatization was shown.

I saw a group of costumed people standing next to the fort, then a closeup of two men in uniform arguing. The camera panned to a young woman, dressed in period clothing, standing alone and looking very dejected. Back to the angry men, then the voice-over ended, and the dialogue finally became audible:

"...do you want one of the last acts of this fort to be the whipping and punishment of a woman?"

Well worth a visit, don't you think?

Kitty Corner

Warning - If you aren't a cat lover, or at least a cat tolerator, or if you are squeamish about kitty digestive habits, please stop reading right now.


For the those of you who are still reading, here's a paradox. After a spanking I usually feel relaxed and contented. But I also seem to have a lot of energy and need to busy myself with various household tasks. Perhaps the explanation for the energy lies in the fact that I usually don't feel much like sitting down for an hour at least.


On this particular occasion I decided to check the state of Crookshanks' litter box. The box is situated in an out of the way spot, where the ceiling is very low and the only light is a single bulb hanging overhead. Beside it is an ottoman, both for Crookshanks' comfort and my own. I made my way to the box in semi-darkness, and as I sat down on the ottoman I reached up and turned on the light.


The vinyl surface felt delightfully cool on my hot bottom. Cold, in fact. Cold and....wet??? Ewwww!


I jumped up and saw that the remains of a very large kitty breakfast had been regurgitated onto the ottoman. Most of it was stuck to the seat of my sweatpants. I gingerly wiggled out of the pants, trying to confine any fallout to the ottoman's surface. The laundry sink was close by, and I deposited the pants in it, then set about cleaning up the mess with paper towels.


I scampered upstairs, removed my wet underwear, gently washed my still tender posterior, and dressed in clean clothes. Crookshanks wandered by, looked at me and chirruped. Hungry, no doubt.

The Gift that Keeps on Giving

A special gift for that special someone. Sturdy enough to stand up to whatever punishment you might have in mind.

Why not add a message for that personal touch? Try it here.

The View From Here - How Long?

Today's post is about my quest for that Holy Grail familiar to some, but elusive to many: the hour-long spanking. I'm definitely torn between the idea that the hour should be occupied with nothing but spanking, and the concept of an hour of amorous expression that includes many other activities besides spanking.

The Fantasy: In order to fill in the entire time period, we would have at our disposal a variety of implements, and would also be comfortable moving from one position to another. We would also need some means of apportioning the allotted time, and luckily I have a nifty electronic timer capable of timing four different activities at once. The times would be set, say, to 15, 30, 45 and 60 minutes, and when each distinctive alarm tone sounded, we would switch to a different variation of spanking combined with or followed by cuddling in varying degrees.

The Reality: Some spankings are quite spontaneous. They happen during other erotic pursuits, and may last for brief moments or go on longer. The elapsed time for the whole amorous interlude can sometimes be fairly extended.

Our regular, weekly spanking follows a set ritual of time, place, and format. From the time Ron says, "It's time" to the aftermath, when I am examining my bottom in the mirror and once again have the mental capability to check the clock, well, we don't even qualify for a half-marathon. However, there is room for flexibility.

Recent weeks have been fairly stress-filled for me. It's nothing I can't handle, and Ron is being extremely supportive. So much so that, in the moments that preceded a spanking recently, I was able to ask for some of that support. Although my husband is always in control of events at that point in time, I found the courage to tell him that I needed a much longer spanking than usual, to help me deal with the stress.

He smiled, patted my bottom, and as I positioned myself over pillows, he reached for my all-time favourite, the dogging bat. Yes, that would do it! And it did. It was perfect.

No, I wasn't watching the clock, or timing either the spanking or subsequent love-making. But I was definitely spanked at least half again as long as usual. A girl can tell! And Ron has understood this request to be a standing order, because on subsequent occasions he has consistently applied the implement of his choice for a generous period of time.

And that's all that matters.

Woodshed - The Reveal

Thank you for all the interesting suggestions about where the 'woodshed' passage came from. It definitely was not from a children's book.

The quote was from a science fiction novel called Mind Guest written by Sharon Green. It comes about midway through the book, but there are threats and allusions to spanking all the way through. The heroine finally does get spanked, you'll be happy to know. There is other explicit sexual content as well; definitely adult reading material. The author has written quite a few novels in a similar vein. This one was published in 1984, so may not still be available; I found it in a second-hand book store.

I discovered this book after reading a helpful section of The Compleat Spanker by Lady Green, in which she lists various seemingly mainstream books that contain spanking. I highly recommend this book as well, available on Amazon.com

So, nobody won the prize. I'll either have to save it for next time, or enjoy it myself. What to do, what to do.....

The Woodshed

Recently I came across this delicious passage in a novel I was reading:

"A woodsman's house," mused the girl who was oldest, staring at me through the darkness. "A place with a house, a stable - and perhaps a woodshed. My father's house had no more than a small woodshed, yet that was where my sisters and brothers and I were taken, to be punished. The polished switch stung more greatly there than any other place, and this, I think, is true of all woodsheds."

I know a lot of you read this sort of thing regularly. Can anyone guess the author, the genre, main character, or possibly even the name of the book?

Off to the woodshed with you for six strokes of the switch, given or received according to your preference, for each correct or close-enough answer.

Or you can just tell me if you have a woodshed, or if you have any plans to visit one in the near future.