Archive for May, 2019

Writers Block

31May19

I am almost ready with a few projects, yes Holodeck is almost done and Wolf is set to continue. Abraham Heights and a few others. The hold up is not so much writers block, but puppy block. Please bear with us.


Community

29May19

I don’t usually share personal information but we got a puppy. They eat everything including time, hence the absence here. Devlin, Vanilla, Kia, AAA, a JPC heads up from J, and an old image of mine from Stan, good to see him back. I have got to go.  


Vintage Sunday

26May19

Sometime ago I posted a snippet about land girls in World War II. These were young women who were either drafted or volunteered to work on British farms from 1938 to 1946 on account of the men leaving for the armed services. As previously discussed most of these women were professional and conscientious, but I […]


I just found a few pictures, some of them you will have seen and some you might not have done. I was prompted to look them up by a comment on a board that suggested that Secretary was the first mainstream movie to feature a bare bottom spanking of any kind. I hoped to find […]


Community

22May19

It is a case of all quiet on the spanking front, although that may be a reflection of how busy I have been. I have been looking at other people’s spanking fiction and have found a few little gems. LSF have a good stable of writers and the best copy is for sale from them […]


Part one here When Tzara awoke she was in bed. The honey-glow of sunlight poured through the open window emphasising the rich and red-brown panelled walls. She could even smell the wood and from outside she could hear birdsong. She sat up. Well apparently her plan had worked, she wasn’t dead anyway. The last thing she […]



Vintage Sunday

19May19

Part one here “Tzang, where the hell have you been?” the captain snarled without looking up from his consul. “Sorry Sir I have been…” she began, but she didn’t finish. Captain Tassan was giving his full attention to the screen while his hands danced over buttons and pads like a pianist playing the minute waltz. Tzara […]