Hi all. I was just working through various PC issues and realised that I have followers and likes. I knew that of course, but never really thought about what it meant.

Followers and Likes are apparently very important to a blog’s standing and I probably should follow the links back and like and follow in return? Thank you to everyone who likes and follows, if I have been ignoring all the liking and following protocols is because it has never been part of my world and I don’t live it permanently plugged into the web.

The wife thinks I am a dinosaur, but I have you know (and her) that I was building websites for phones way back in 1995 and have been on email since 1987. Okay, yeah, I am a dinosaur.

There will be stories soon.

Vintage Sunday


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A new crop of sorority sisters brings a new crop of sorority paddles. The colleges and sororities themselves continue to deny that these paddles ever get used and we be can sure that this is true, for the most part.

Yet every year sorority girls past and present come forward with an alternative version of events.

Not so long ago I had a conversation with some former American frat boys at a soiree in London. They were all in their 20s and recently out of college for internships in the UK. Then some English wag made a joke about paddles. Seeing blank faces he quickly jumped in to say he was joking and he knew that it was all a myth.

Two of the men exchanged uncomfortable but knowing glances and one of them made a non-committal gesture and said hesitantly, “Well…”

Nothing more was said but the inference was clear. It is not entirely a myth. So in this age of equality what goes for the goose…

Here is a case in point. Former sorority girl Jo, contributed two comments here back in July.

I just stumbled across this and thought I would comment.

I am not sure what all the fuss is about with spanking and sororities. It happens and IMHO sometimes it makes your average BDSM club look tame. I mean consent can be borderline. But at the last word it is a girl’s choice.

I joined my sorority back in the noughties and didn’t really know what I was getting into. First pledging out we were rousted into the gym shower block and stripped naked – hosed down cold – and then bent over to be warmed up with paddles. There were a lot of tears and a lot of very red bottoms. Believe me I would not have joined had I known – but I am very glad I did. That is the point – my sisters took me out of my comfort zone and even though I went through the mill it was the first real adventure of my life.

It was sadistic at times (I will admit that as an enthusiastic spanker when my time came) it was sexual (I don’t believe the denials I read about) it was character building and above it was fun (mainly).

We had a lot of pointless rules where it was impossible not to get some pretty heavy hazing – I had a great big sis but she totally took advantage of my attempts to duck out of housekeeping and standards. She paddle my bare butt red raw with bruises and blisters. I begged and cried for real for real – wowie – but I never hated or resented her. It wasn’t all brutal (hardly ever in fact) but the psychological turmoil made me stronger and ultimate more sexually aware. That is not to say that I had some pretty sore bottom at times – I once stood at the back of the lecture hall after a spanking because I could actually sit down.

I could say more – you never feel as close to someone when you are bent over getting your butt beat alongside her; or over the knee of a big or with a little over yours.

I know this sounds kind of contradictory but mostly it was played for laughs with everyone playing their part. Somewhere more into it than others, so my experience might have been harsher than some others, mainly because I could take it and the last word was I wanted it.

I hope I haven’t said anything out of turn.

Jo xx


And in reply to other comments:

I suppose I could say a lot more – even my comment here has reminded me of incidents and things I had almost forgotten.

I once stuffed my laundry into my wardrobe so it looked as if I had cleaned up. My Big had me bare butt and bending over the bed with the door open while she paddled me in front of two other sisters. I had to ask real nice for her close the door and agree that if she did the spanking would begin over.

After that I had to my laundry and hers dressed in just a shirt that barely covered my red butt. Needless to say I waited until midnight before I did the washing.

Another time my big and I called on another big/little to find little over Big’s lap really getting a bare bottom spanking like an errant teen. She really took her time too.

Tony – we had a Hell Week by name – although that turned out to be more tradition than actual. There was a striptease on first Sunday night and then we were ‘judged’ for our figures and marked out of 10. It was humiliating and designed to put us on edge for what turned out to be an otherwise standard week. The real hazing came the following Friday of Hell week (so that was Hell Night, but we didn’t know) lots of paddle, lots of stuff… I guess I shouldn’t go into details. On Saturday we thought we had to do a stage act for the sisters – singing or stand up – but it was just a joke and the whole thing turned into a party. Some paddling over clothes and a line-up of outgoing pledges for one last token hazing – an anti-climax really.

But our sorority paddled and not just pledges – all kinds of stunts wound up with some paddle fun even after pledging. I was spanked twice by my big for goofing off even after being pinned and there was a lot of private stuff, if you know what I mean. I don’t think our sorority was typical – but nor was it unique. The whole thing is just more underground than in the past.

Jo x


No doubt there are others out there with similar stories.



Still playing catch-up. I haven’t accessed my archives yet but at least now I can write posts, including stories. If I have to rewrite outlines then ongoing stories may take a while.

Meanwhile here are some images found on diverse other blogs, including: Devlin, Spanking Blog, Spanking Blogg, Grumpy Old Fart, Contemporary Life, Spanking Emporium and Au Fils… links on right, I will hot link these if I get a chance.

Sorry for the paltry posts of the last few weeks – basically the whole of August. It didn’t help that I was away for two weeks and only yesterday got a new PC up and running. I still don’t have my files or archives, but they still might be retrievable. If not then there will be some lost work. This will mostly be outlines and treatments for new and ongoing stories, which will mean a delay for In the Service of the Wolf at least.

It will still take a few days for me to get back into regular post in any case.

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…will be resumed by the end of next week.

End in sight


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I may be back to full service next week.

Vintage Sunday


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Here and again