I love this forum! It seems just the place for me to put my diary. I will not be writing it every day but occasionally I would like to express my thoughts.

Which other forums do you all write to? I would like to follow you around and get some ideas.

Tracey

Welcome to our Happy Circle, Tracey!

Mr. Harvey (awful man) is a regular contributor to the Brighton & Hove Forum and Darwinian Man/Burgess Hill Resident/Gladys seems determined to ruin the message board of a Marching-Up-And-Down Band in the Midlands. (See ‘The Curse of Darwinian Man’). Sue Moron writes for the F/F forum under the name of ‘Suzanne’. I used to contribute to the Friends Reunited Fora, but my messages were deleted within two hours of their arrival.

I’m not quite sure about our other members. Hopefully they will write and tell you themselves.

I sent a few messages to the Lordship Lane board as ‘East Dulwich Resident’, but now I’ve lost interest.

I think Lady Karen upset quite a few people on a board about Cumbria.

I looked round some sites today and discovered that Miles, like many men, is an obsessive. From a spanking site, I found that most women who enjoy spanking are overweight.

No they’re not – they’re fat!

I post on british spank using lots of diffrent names. Most of them on there are bozos but I think there on to me at last.

I have been let down again. I need a man who will love me now and every day. If only I could find a Virgo man – modest, shy, meticulous, reliable, practical, diligent, intelligent, analytical, charming and studious.

It seems that the South East London gang are well represented here.
Can you tell me about the Lordship Lane Board as I was brought up in that area. In fact at my primary school I received a good spanking from the headmaster only a stones throw from the Palmerston pub.

How nice of you to send me a message. You may have realised that on this board I am (as someone had it in Handel’s Messiah) despi-sed, rejected. (I put that in to impress the Clique – the rotten bastards.)

Your old school, Thomas Carlton, is mentioned on the Lordship Lane board, which is at:

http://www.lordshiplane.co.uk/

You will be interested to know that the research team, from which I was chucked out, but still have access to the files, have a lot on the spanking headmaster of St. John’s.

...I'm sure that it will make you a better person, Tracey.

Bound to be around 8% of us Virgo's around. Studious and analytical... yes that can fit... intelligent and charming..oh yes, like a glove... I do intelligent and charming all the time... but shy and modest...that's tricky one! Loyal is no problem...

And...I'm very interested in spanking...is that Virgo?

Last night my diary was vandalised by Darwin Gladys Man woman but then I had a very nice message from Jon the kinky ex-driving instructor. I think he likes ‘real’ spanking like they have on that horrible British site. With me it’s all in my mind.
Then The Bollocks came on and said he liked my diary. I don’t want him writing in it.

I had a good look round some spanking sites yesterday and have come to the conclusion that the only erotica worth reading is written by women.

I seem to have put my foot in it by corresponding with someone who is regarded as a pariah on this group.

Nevertheless his remark regarding the information you may have on my old headmaster at St. Johns was of great interest. Please let me know where I can find this.

Many thanks.

Dear, dear Richard,

Please accept, on behalf of the Research Term, my apologies for the latest outrage by Darwinian Man. She has made pubic, confidential information, housed in the very depths of the archives, regarding a Spanking Headmaster.

Gillian

Darwinianum Man/ gladdys – you is BANNED

Gilain – that informatione about old withem is confidentile You is BANNED and all. Big RAY still cant remember the pasword - can you tell us what is please
Thankyou
Carl

Lady karen is on holday up down E. Grinnsted

Of course you're right little miss Tracey Pepys... most of the best spanking literature is indeed penned by females, becaue usually they have a much more eroticically imaginative mind than men. And the mind is perhap the mot erogenous zone of all.

You admit that your spanking excitement is all in your mind. But sometimes it must reach down to your bottom..the threat of a spanking can not be a real threat unless it is sometimes carried out.

As to being labelled a kinky ex-driving instructor...how cross can I be. I may point out young Tracey that thanks to mixing happy lessons with stringent discipline, there are many wonderful female drivers safely driving around Surrey and London who even now would never even think about manouvering without use of the mirror thanks to the subconscience memory of the swish of the cane acros their bottom.

Who knows how many lives I may have saved.

That's the problem with us charming, caring, strict disciplinarians... we are gravely misunderstood!

And we wait with anticipatory pleasure for more, perhap more intimate, entries in your diary!

Meanwhile I may go and post a further selection of my photos on "that horrible spanking site" taken during my latest selfless crusade of further education.

Hmm....kinky indeed!

I am very surprised that my diary has attracted so many replies. I felt very nervous about starting off a new thread. In fact I felt very nervous about posting here at all. Some people here are very nice but some of them are evil. One of the nice ones is Jon Kinky who has a large collection of photos.

I suggest, Tracey, that you read ‘Three of the Best’ by our old friend Steff, which can be found in the files section of her Yahoo Lesbianating Group. It is beautiful piece of writing.

Hi Gillian,

We are obviously from the same part of London as is Karen. I would love to correspond with the two of you and describe the spanking I got from Mr.Witham. I suppose there is even a slim chance that you saw it!

Can you believe that I've got a photo of him on the boat to Ostend on the 1958 School journey to Belgium. He is with his wife and Mr. Stone who I remember used a hairbrush on one of the boys for misbehaving at the hotel on that trip.

Send me an e-mail if you are interested.

Richard

Dear, dear Richard,

I have never lived in the slums of South East London and, to my certain knowledge (I am grateful to dear old Fran for this phrase), neither has Karen. We do, however, have an excellent research team.

Would you be kind enough to send the description of your spanking from Alan to the board? Any dirt that you have on Stone Face would also be most welcome. We know that his shiny, ten-geared, Grand Prix racing bicycle was much admired by both pupils and staff until he sold it to Jack Lawson’s junk shop.

If you have a Network54 login you can send pictures directly to the forum. Was the photograph of Alan on a boat taken before or after he was keelhauled?

Gillian

I cannot sleep. I have been watching the fight between Robin and the moderators. I do hope it is not real. People should be nice to each other here. I loved Jon Kinky’s story. I found the story that Proud Member mentioned. Steff is quite a woman. I also found a very nice poem that I want to share with you.

Always in my heart, forever on my mind
No matter what I do I find
That you’re always in my heart and forever on my mind.
When I’m all alone and gloomy clouds appear
Those gloomy clouds are silver-lined
Because you’re always in my heart and forever on my mind.
I have built a world of hopes about you
You’re part of me dear, I’m part of you.
Life would be an empty shell without you
A love like this I never knew.
Living just for you, today tomorrow too
And when I leave this world behind
You’ll be always in my heart and forever on my mind.

They know who they are, the sodding bastards. There must be dozens of them. Every bloody day I think about them – all of them – even that one in Oxfordshire, and I’m bloody sure that they never give me a second thought – probably forgotten I exist. It just isn’t fair.

I don’t want to bloody well think about them. I know it’s a complete waste of time but I can’t help it. Each one of them was such a big part of my life at various times and they move on and forget me but I don’t forget them. I even remember those that I knew for only a few minutes. They won’t remember me, of course. I am cursed with having such a good memory. I can go right back to when I was three.

I thought that latest one might have been all right, but no – gone, gone, gone. I even wrote about that one here, in a disguised version. But I know who it’s about. That one from 1999 is in here too. Perhaps that was my fault though. I think all the signs were there, but I hesitated because I wasn’t sure and then it was too late.

I must move on, but as the years go by it gets more difficult.

I started a new thread yesterday about Fireman Eric. I got the idea from something Gillian wrote and then Gillian and a poet joined in. They really made me laugh. The message above this is very strange. It is written by a man.

But you must admit, Tracey, he does have a point. Perhaps he should have asked for three more pairs in 1997 and all would have been OK. Although I believe the situation is Oxford may require outside help. Myself and some friends discussed the whole problem in the Station pub, and the general consensus was that to relocate to Norwich was one way out. My own view was that that would be too extreme.

But despite the hours of animated argument your diary provoked in the Station Pub, albeit it was a post from an interloper, and despite the lovely poem that made us all value relationships even more, and despite your valued efforts to promote Eric to superstardom, I note that your diary is a bit lacking in the S word.

Is this because you have no firsthand, second hand or even third hand accounts of spankings to relate in your compelling diary. Or is it because we are being held in delicious suspense. Whichever, you are clearly a saucy little madam!

Aren’t our Research Team wonderful! They have today unearthed loads of stuff about Spanker Alan and his staff.

Here is a picture you won’t find on Friends Reunited.

I was looking through some of the old posts. Some people were writing about an opera – Princess Ida. I found this from it. It makes me think of Gillian.

Oh, goddess wise
That lovest light
Endow with sight
Their unillumin’d eyes.
At this my call,
A fervent few
Have come to woo
The rays that from thee fall,
That from thee fall.
Oh, goddess wise
That lovest light,
That lovest light,
Let fervent words and fervent thoughts be mine,
That I may lead them to thy sacred shrine!

I had a little look round some general message boards at the weekend – such as FR. There are a lot of people who are interested in punishment but I am sure they would not admit it.

I admit to an interest in punishment. I post about it everywhere: exotic aquatics fora, save the badger fora, mechanics of the internal combustion engine fora, all the most inappropriate places.

You, however, are keeping a diary in the most appropriate place to admit to such an interest, and have you? No, I don't think so. Where are the titillating facts or fantasies from your personal experience? Are you Tracey tanned, or just Tracey in Wonderland?

I don’t like most of the people on that horrible British site. They try so hard to be funny with their one-liners and they are not. I do have one friend there. Her name is Fawn and recently she has been sending song lyrics that she likes. The regulars have been very critical of this and not wanting to upset them the moderator has closed the thread. The moderators on this site are really nice people and let anybody write anything they want. So here is a poem I found especially for my friend Fawn.

There he goes, His Royal Majesty,
He’s the king that broke my heart.
I put him up upon a throne
And now he’s left me all alone.

There he goes, His Royal Majesty,
Wearing my heart for a crown.
Now let me tell you every body
How he made a fool of me, His Royal Majesty.

Now would you believe he acted oh so sweet,
Until he just had me kneeling at his feet.
He got me to eat right from his great big hand,
His smallest wish was my command!

There he goes, His Royal Majesty,
Marching off with someone new.
Well I believed he really loved me,
But now at last I see, I was the Queen of Fools to
His Royal Majesty.

Thankyou trace. Me and my mats is v nice since we done that corse what RALPHY sent us on in the olden days
Thankyou
Carl and Mats foro moderationers

Tracey… you are a warm, kind human being and I luv ya! fawn xx

Here is another poem for fawn.

Oh! I ain’t ‘arf proud of my old mum,
The finest pal a feller ever had.
She looked after me when I was just a kid,
She put me right when I was wrong in anything I did.
Oh! I ain’t ‘arf proud when she’s walking down the street,
‘Cos I know what she’s been through.
But now I’m in the money and I’ve got some L.S.D.
I’m looking after my old mum as she looked after me,
Oh! I ain’t ‘arf proud of my old mum,
And she ain’t 'arf proud of me.

Here is a beautiful poem that I found for fawn.

I loved thee, though I told thee not,
Right earlily and long,
Thou wert my joy in every spot,
My theme in every song.
And when I saw a stranger face
Where beauty held the claim,
I gave it like a secret grace
The being of thy name.
And all the charms of face and voice
Which I in others see
Are but the recollected choice
Of what I felt for thee.

I think it’s time we had another poem for fawn. This is another one from Princess Ida.

Within this breast there beats a heart
Whose voice can’t be gainsaid.
It bade me thy true rank impart,
And I at once obeyed.
I knew ‘twould blight thy budding fate—
I knew ‘twould cause thee anguish great—
But did I therefore hesitate?
No! I at once obeyed!

That’s not from ‘Princess Ida’, you stupid tart. But what follows is. It’s for our friend fawn.

Whom thou has chain’d must wear his chain,
Thou canst not set him free,
He wrestles with his bonds in vain
Who lives by loving thee!
If heart of stone for heart of fire,
Be all thou hast to give,
If dead to my heart’s desire,
Why should I wish to live?

No word of thine—no stern command
Can teach my heart to rove,
Then rather perish by thy hand,
Than live without thy love!
A loveless life apart from thee
Were hopeless slavery,
If kindly death will set me free,
Why should I fear to die?

I have not written in my diary recently because I have been very worried about my friend fawn. I have a question about the spelling on this forum and I shall now put a post on the relevant thread.

If Fawn is the same Fawn who also used the name Bambi, I'm glad that you are her friend.

I feel really sorry for Hermit who sent two messages here yesterday. No one chooses their sexual preferences. I am sure that there are many readers here who feel the same as he does.

I have found a poem especially for Hermit. I hope he likes it.

Age calls the tune,
Youth’s over soon,
That is the natural law.
There’s a younger generation knock, knock, knocking at the door.

Why sit and fret,
Vainly regret
Things that have gone before?
There’s a younger generation knock, knock, knocking at the door.

Though the world is well lost for love dreams
There’s wisdom above dreams
To compensate mothers and wives.
When the joys of youth have passed them
This will last them
All their lives.

I’ve had my fun,
All that is done.
Why should I sigh for more?
There’s a younger generation knock, knock, knocking at the door.

There’s a younger generation knock, knock, knocking at the door.

Trick-or-treaters.

I'm not answering.

My friend fawn has been going through a difficult time with mental aberrations, so here is a very nice poem I found for her.

Mine for keeps,
At last I’ve thrown a lucky seven.
Mine for keeps,
That seven means a seventh heaven.
Surely you know
I can’t let you go,
Now you’ve been found
I’ll have to build a fence around you.
There will be no need to say goodnight in hallways,
Can’t you see that I’ll be hanging round you always?
Happy am I
No clouds in my sky.
The sun will shine and you’ll be
Mine for keeps.

It was a great weekend on the forum with lots of new stories and pictures and my man Eric. I think Bob T. must be quite a guy. And that posting tracker – WOW!

My Poster of the Week is Bob T. So many people are put off this forum by the intellectuals who make up the Clique and their sophisticated but strange sense of humour, but Bob T. is not and writes some funny things himself. His post about frotting in Harrods could have been written by an English person. He understands the way we think here.

My Poster of the Week is Girly Boy Amanda - crazy name, crazy message.

I found a poem for Lil’ Minx, one of my friends on the nasty forum. I am so happy that she is so happy.

Whate'er befall, I still recall that sunlit mountainside,
Where hearts are true, and skies are blue,
And love's the only guide.

How awful for Gillian to be banned from Friends Reunited. Here is a sad poem I found for her.


We strolled the lane, together;
Laughed at the rain, together,
Sang love's refrain, together.
And we'd both pretend,
It would never end.
One day we cried, together,
Cast love aside together.
You're gone from me;
But in my memory,
We always will be together.

A Happy New Year to almost all contributors!

I found a very special poem. It is for someone very special.

Do you remember when we fell in live in the summertime?
That lovely night we counted stars above with their magic shine.
You smiled so sweetly, I fell completely.
Now you’re gone and I’ve got to learn to forget.

Hello Paul!

I am as sorry as you are that the book is out of print, but at least I have found a very nice poem for you.

I’ve a pair of arms to hug and hold,
But nobody’s using them now.
I’ve loads of love that could be told,
But nobody’s using it now.
I’ve a world of time to call my own,
They say that you go silly if you spend it alone.
I’m telling the truth,
I’m just wasting my youth
Cos nobody’s using it now.

I do hope that Big Ray’s Old Mum will return. She was an inspiration at the weekend. And no, I have not forgotten,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE!

Dear fawn, I am sorry that I missed your birthday on Thursday, but I have not heard from you for such a long time so is there any point in going on?

Happy Birthday, Judy - prolific contributor.

What’s the use of sighing?
What’s the use of crying?
When he’s given you the sack.
If your kisses can’t hold the man you love
Then your tears won’t bring him back.

This poem is for someone very special.

Many happy returns of the day
And there isn’t much more I can say.
I recall with a tear
You’ve been gone for a year,
But I still wish you luck with a heart that’s sincere.
I won’t bring any presents to you,
I gave you up, what more can I do?
I’ll just send a bouquet
With a card that will say,
“Many happy returns of the day!”

A lot of people have been writing here about Phil and Ruth who are friends of my friend Fawn and who have recently got married and joined a slimming club in Basildon. Here is a very nice poem for them.

We’ll have peace of mind,
Never cease to find
Our clouds with silvery fleece are lined
When the lease is signed
For a home of our own.

Life will be rosy,
Comfy and cosy
Happy the live-long day.
Work will be pleasure,
And at out leisure
We’ll kiss the blues away.

When we’ve done the task
In the sun we’ll bask,
And wonder what anyone could ask
More than peace of mind
In a home of our own.

Dear Tracey; I am not a big fan of poetry, but I loved the one you posted for Phil and Ruth.