I certainly like the idea of 'a lot of naughty girls' and have the bookshelves to prove it. But there was one event in my life circa 1963 when I was 17yrs and attended an all boys grammar school where discipline was maintained using very traditional methods. Three detentions in one term always resulted in a summons to the 'Old Man', of course, he was younger than I am now ! Anyway, that Spring term I'd managed to acquire the requisite three 'dets' and was duly presented with a punishment slip which my mother had to sign as my father was away on business. This was a little embarrasing, but no big deal as corporal punishment was common in most boys' schools at that time. Although 4 strokes of the 'senior' cane across tightly stretched trousers was no laughing matter. As execution day approached my mother couldn't resist a little teasing, which illustrated just how different things were them. And some humiliation was considered part and parcel of the excercise. But nothing could have prepared me for what is actually the point of this story. They were four real 'stingers' laid on with a will as I struggled to hang on across his desk. So I was in some discomfort to say the least when I returned home that day. And that discomfort increased many times over when I discovered my girlfriend had invited herself round for tea. The fact that even older boys were still subject to the cane was not something I'd ever mentioned to her and I just had to hope my mother had not said anything to explain my late arrival. I remember praying silently that my mother would be discrete, but no chance. As I moved to join them sitting at the kitchen table my mother helpfully asked if I would like a cushion for the solid pine chair, and as I turned crimson she then went on to say in a matter of fact way, with an indulgent smile on her face, that I'd been caned at school that day and she was sure my bottom was still sore. I could have wished the ground to have swallowed me up. The 'post mortem' with my girlfriend later, when we were alone, was hardly less embarrassing. However, as the years passed, I often reflected on that memorable occasion and almost to my astonishment the incident took on some strangely erotic overtones. Explanation ? Hahaha ........ I have none ...... for this or many of the other aspects of cp that I've been lucky enough to enjoy for so many years.
Linton Abbey ? Still like the sound of it and still looking ! And remembering the eroticism that developed from those humiliating events from so long ago ! | 
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