2011

So I think I hit a milestone last night.  Im 62 days into my 24/7 and after work I put a fresh nappy on. Went about my night. Toward the end of the evening amd going to get ready for bed. I noticed I hadnt wet for the last few hours. My nappy felt dry. So I thought I would take it off nicely and because its dry, ill put it back on in the morning.  Well to my surprise, when I took it off, my nappy was wet. Wet enough to surprise me. Which means, if I hadnt felt any wettings and I still do feel my wettings. Means that I must have started leaking. It was a surreal experience. I was and still am so happy and then it was, now what then back to im excited that it has started to happen. 

Als Bettnässer trug ich ja Tag und Nacht Gummihosen. Nachts mit und am Tage ohne Windel. Meine Stiefmutter war eine Anhängerin der Prügelstrafe und deshalb wurde ich auch sehr oft verhauen. Wenn sie mich verhauen wollte gab sie mir einen Klaps auf die Gummihose, legte mich übers Knie und versohlte mir den Po. Als ich älter war meinte sie das ich jetzt strenger gezüchtigt werden muss. Sie hatte 2 Rohrstöcke, 2 Hundepeitschen und 2 Riemenpeitschen besorgt. Gleich am ersten Tag probierte sie die Peitschen an mir aus. Die Hundepeitsche tat etwas mehr weh als die Riemenpeitsche. Aber am nächsten Tag kam das schlimmste. Ich musste ihr den Rohrstock bringen und sie bitten mich damit zu verhauen. Ich musste mich über die Sessellehne legen und bekam den ersten Schlag mit dem Rohrstock auf die Gummihose. Entsetzt schrie ich auf. Mutti bitte nicht mehr mit dem Rohrstock verhauen. Bitte hau mich lieber mit der Peitsche. Aber ich bekam 5 Schläge mit dem Rohrstock. Dann stand ich auf, musste mich in  die Ecke stellen und meine Gummihose runter ziehen. Alle die bei der Züchtigung zugesehen hatten stellten fest das der Rohrstock furchtbare Striemen hinterlassen hat. Wenn Mutti mal sagte ich soll den Rohrstock holen, bat ich sie mir mit der Peitsche die doppelte Anzahl Schläge zu geben. Ich wurde nicht mehr mit dem Rohrstock sondern nur noch mit der Peitsche verhauen.  

I'm a bit OCD about my clocks. If it can, I set it for 24-hour format. And I set them all once a week to GPS time reference. For my older mechanical clocks, if it was off by more than about 15 seconds, I adjust the regulator.

Ja ich liebe es und finde es erregend wenn ich verhauen werde. Meine Stiefmutter und meine ältere Stiefschwester waren Befürworterinnen der Prügelstrafe. Ich wurde sehr oft, auch ohne Grund, von Mutti oder meiner Schwester gezüchtigt. Im Wohnzimmer stand ein Prügelbock. Das war ein 4-beiniges Gestell mit einer mit schwarzem Lackleder bezogenen Platte oben drauf. An den Beinen und der Platte waren breite Riemen zum festschnallen befestigt. Im Flur hingen für alle sichtbar 2 Rohrstöcke und 4 Lederpeitschen. Wenn wir Besuch hatten, Mutti oder meine Schwester lächelten wusste ich das es Prügel geben würde. Ich holte dann eine Peitsche und bat sie mich auszupeitschen. Dann legte ich mich über den Bock und wurde fest geschnallt. Manchmal zogen sie mir die Gummihose runter und peitschten meinen nackten Po. es war herrlich.

Michelle's Mistake By Alec Leamus. Michelle was a long way from New York and desperately needed money. She had moved to a new town after her divorce from Brad. They had married young and after only two years it began to go sour. Michelle modeled and the attention that Michelle got was too much for their marriage. So it was a surprise when she bumped into Lorraine. Michelle was happy to finally see a familiar face in a town of strangers. However, Lorraine was no friend. Michelle had mercilessly teased her in high school then college even though she was grade above her. She remembered that Lorraine was a little shorter then and had not yet blossomed physically. In addition, her hair was never styled and she rarely dated. Then without warning Lorraine's family had moved away. Lorraine had grown up very nicely and was well toned. During their brief conversation Michelle discovered that Lorraine was the local real estate icon and president of the PTA. Michelle tried to hide her admiration of Lorraine's long list of local accomplishments. More importantly Lorraine seemed to have a very respected position in the community. Several women passed and greeted Lorraine with the manner of a royal subject addressing their lady. Cautiously Michelle then related her experiences over the past few years keeping an upbeat slant on her stories peppered with an occasional famous name. At the end of her resume Michelle again felt superior. This was even more accentuated when Lorraine commented on how Michelle had retained her fresh and youthful looks.   All of these thoughts swirled in her head as she pressed the doorbell of Lorraine's two-story Georgian house. Lorraine had offered her a temporary job or gig as Michelle kept insisting. Michelle was a model after all, even if she was temporarily trapped in this provincial 'burb. So, Michelle had swallowed her pride and pondered Lorraine's suspicious kindness and donned her finest suit from Saks. Lorraine greeted her still dressed in her fashionable business suit. Michelle took notice that in her high heels she appeared much taller than when they first met. Quickly Lorraine ushered Michelle upstairs into a bedroom. "Here are the clothes I want you to model. The women from the committee will be here soon." Lorraine said flatly. A childish frilly dress complete with white socks and saddle socks laughed at her from the bed. "What? I'm not putting that on. I thought I would be modeling. I think what I have on is very stylish." Michelle said. "Yes, you look wonderful, dear." Lorraine pushed. "But these are the clothes the committee is considering as a new uniform for the local school." The word dear struck Michelle. "Can't you get one of the students to do this?" she asked. "We are trying to keep it a secret before we unveil it to the parents and the board. None of the other mothers possess your petite frame so I thought you could help out." " Can't you take a picture or something or just hold it up?" Michelle was beginning to have serious doubts. "It wouldn't be the same. Unfortunately we have a few holdouts in our group so a few of us thought visualization would help. Then we can make suggestions and tweak the uniform before presenting it." Lorraine continued. "Besides, no one knows you here, but if you don't want the hundred dollars." Lorraine trailed off. Michelle sighed and smiled. She needed the money. "Alright, I suppose I can make it fun." "Be sure and clean off that makeup and put your hair up." Lorraine added. "We want you to look convincing. I'll call for you when the ladies are ready. Meanwhile stay up here." Lorraine shut the door. Michelle paused and looked at the hideous uniform. It did not look like a school uniform and the frills were out of place. The skirt was short and the puffy sleeves enhanced the childlike quality of the outfit. "What are these women thinking?" Michelle wondered. Michelle took off her jacket, pants and blouse and laid them on the bed then went into the bathroom. Clad in her pantyhose, heels and bra she stood in front of the sink. She quickly found a few items and pulled her hair back with a large clip. She washed her face with a handy facial soap and finished with a light scrub. As she gently blotted her face she noticed that Lorraine was correct in tapping her for the modeling gig. She did look young, especially without any makeup, maybe too young. Michelle looked for her purse to do a touch up. "Damn, I left it downstairs." Michelle thought. Indeed she had left her purse and cell phone downstairs on the marble side table in the foyer. "Oh well, I'll sneak away after and grab it." Michelle sat on the bed and kicked off her heels then slowly peeled off her nylons. She stood up and stretched and removed her bra. Suddenly the door opened and Michelle made a mad grab for her jacket. Unfortunately the jacket only partially covered her nude form. "Sorry, I thought you were dressed. I just wanted to let you know it will be about fifteen minutes so you better hurry." Lorraine smiled and looked Michelle over. "I guess it was good casting on my part. You look smaller without your clothes." "Thanks." Michelle snarled back. "A little privacy please?" "Right. Good luck." Lorraine finished and tucked her head back through the partially open door and shut it. "Stupid bitch." Michelle softly said. Michelle now felt as though all the interest and novelty had been drained from the experience. She moved to the uniform and stared. She slipped on the dress and then the ruffled panties. She bent down and pulled on the ankle socks and tied the saddles shoes into place. She continued to dress, as the noise from downstairs grew louder from the women that filtered from the foyer into the large living room. Michelle turned to the mirror and pulled her hair into two pigtails and tied them with the matching ribbon from the bed. Suddenly, all went quiet downstairs. Michelle stopped and felt her heart drop. "Alright Michelle!" Lorraine called up the stairs. The weight of her situation pushed upon her. She looked in the mirror and almost did not recognize herself. Her hair now in pigtails and her face freshly scrubbed devoid of makeup really did give her a very youthful appearance.  She pushed down on the ruffles under the skirt. It would not stay down. Even her breasts seemed flat under the heavy folds of the dress. "There's no way they're going to approve this." Michelle thought. "Michelle! Now!" Lorraine called again. "Did she sound angry?" Michelle pondered. The scene below was tight with anticipation and its pressure squeezed Michelle's insides. Halfway down the stairs the murmurs had turned to silence and she had thought of turning back up the stairs. Then she remembered all the events she had worked in only a thong bikini. Michelle wondered why she felt so underdressed. The domestic atmosphere and the thought of being attired so childishly for Lorraine's peers probably was the answer. Michelle tiptoed into the living room filled with twenty smartly dressed ladies. Very softly a few of the ladies made audible sounds of approval. Most of them wore blank or even scowling expressions. "This is Michelle." Lorraine began. "She is here to help us with our demonstration." The ladies nodded. Michelle felt very small and noticed that Lorraine was now towering over her. Michelle reflected that she should have worn her own heels instead of the saddle shoes. Lorraine probably would have been upset but she would not be so short next to her. Michelle waited for her instructions. "Michelle, come here." Lorraine commanded as she grabbed her wrist. It felt odd to Michelle but this was Lorraine's show and she was the producer. Michelle smiled at the ladies and politely followed. Lorraine moved to the center of the living room and sat in a chair. A few of the ladies shifted in their chairs and a few of them began to stand. Michelle stood patiently next to Lorraine. "Now Michelle, let us begin." Lorraine said coldly. And with that one statement an enormous movement enveloped Michelle as she felt herself being pulled over Lorraine's lap and into a familiar position. Strength poured down Lorraine's arm and into her left hand clamping Michelle over her knees. Lorraine's right hand was equally busy as she swiped aside Michelle's skirt. Michelle immediately spat out obscenity after obscenity. Unaffected, Lorraine continued her oration as Michelle struggled on her lap. "Michelle is fourteen. She is my niece. She is unruly, disrespectful and as you can plainly hear full of obscenities." Lorraine said loudly. "I'm am not your niece you stupid bitch! Let me up! I'm gonna sue you! You f#@*ing  cow! I'm an adult I'm not a kid! F*#@ You! Michelle continued her verbal assault as she struggled to free herself. Lorraine continued speaking even louder. "Her parents have sent her to visit with me as a last resort in hopes that she can be corrected before shipping her off to a costly reform school. I have dressed her as a child not only for punishment purposes but also for demoralization. That is why I have invited you all here tonight. We are all too aware of our mounting discipline problems at school and at home so it is with this demonstration that I hope we can unite in a common goal and take back our community!" As her last words echoed to the last lady they were replaced by a new slapping sound as Lorraine began to spank her childhood tormenter. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Spank after spank impacted onto Michelle's taut behind. Then without warning Michelle screamed as Lorraine pulled down her ruffled panties. She bucked and gyrated which only caused Lorraine to increase her frequency and strength of impact. Michelle attempted to cease her struggling as she imagined the women standing behind her were seeing more than her reddening bottom. However, the heat that began to generate across her backside prevented her from stillness. The spanking continued for almost ten minutes as Lorraine's hair began to fall and tears welled up in Michelle's eyes. The pain and humiliation was overwhelming as Michelle began to cry a little. Lorraine began to feel her arm tire. So, fearing the moment was going to end she began to lecture Michelle slowing her rhythm to a few swats for emphasis. "Are you going to be a good little girl?" SWAT! "When I tell you to do something, are you going to do it and talk back?" SWAT!  SWAT! "Are you going to bully and make fun of others anymore?" SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT! To each of these Michelle answered with an emphatic "No!" She was mortified and began to scour the sea of discerning faces for rescue. Unfortunately she was only met with a patronizing smile or a stern frown. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "I'm not her niece! I'm a friend of hers. She made me dress this way. Look, my purse is in the hallway!" Michelle pleaded into the crowd. No one moved but there was no purse in the hallway and Michelle felt her adulthood slip away as the pain increased. Her bottom was fire and a few times she even felt herself kick her legs. Then gratefully Lorraine stopped and effortlessly stood her on her legs of jelly. Michelle instinctively rubbed her bottom then reached for her panties but had her hand swatted away. Michelle understood why when she was lead not upstairs but waddled through the smiling faces of women to a nearby corner. She was going to make her stand here with her panties down around her ankles with her red bottom on display while these women went back to their coffee and cake. "No. Please Lorraine. Not that." Michelle sniffled. This plea was met with a quick spin and a rapid fire of spanks to her already heated bottom. "Mind me! And call me Aunt Lorraine." She commanded. As she felt Lorraine push her nose into the corner she heard a small round of applause and the conversations rise and begin again. For a moment Lorraine's voice remained above the rest. "Yes, she going to be staying with me all summer." Lorraine laughed. THE END