help or punish

Corporal punishment was already banned in England in the late 90s. It was such a relief to me, but at the same time weird, as I had studied in Singapore for two years because of my dad's relocation before starting secondary school in England.

It was like going from one end of a spectrum to the other end. All of a sudden I had so much freedom, especially because my school tried to encourage us to think critically, creatively and be independent, we were allowed to "experiment".

Students were rarely punished for small things, but when there was a problem, teachers would first schedule a "consultation" to talk to us individually. Then we'd decide together what to do next. The first time I had a "consultation" I was quite nervous, not knowing what would happen next.

It was after I copied my classmate's literature homework. I thought the teacher was going to tell me off or give me detention, but she didn't. But she wasn't that friendly either. She told me it was wrong not to do the homework myself, and she was not pleased. The message was very clear. I thought she would keep lecturing me and eventually punish me.

But she stopped and asked "What happened?"

I told her the story behind and she tried to find out the cause of the problem.

Then she said "you need a lot of help".

It was like a doctor's diagnosis. From then on I had a personal tutor, a prefect who got A in GCSE lit' to study with me for 45 mins after school on the day I had lit' class. This continued for three weeks.

Since then I could follow the teacher better and did the homework by myself.

But of course we did not always get away with the punishment. In fact we were sometimes made to write the lines as punishment. Unlike Simpsons, ours were much more complicated. Once, I got punished for not bringing my textbook to class for three times.

It was a tough punishment.

First, each line had four parts and needed to be written with four different colors.

For example,
I will not leave my textbook in my room again.

This part should be in red because it is about something wrong.

Then the second part in green is what I should have done:
I will always remember to bring my textbook to class.

And the third part in purple is a reason:
It is because I can learn better with texts and pictures in the textbook.

The last part in black is a solution:
To make sure my textbook is with me, I will check my class schedule and things in my bag again before leaving my house.

And these sentences were supposed to be copied 20 to 100 times on a special type of paper like this, with the small letters fitting to the dotted line and the big letters within the solid lines. The teacher circled words that were not tidy and put a cross at the end of the line, and we would have to write all four sentences on those lines again, until the teacher said okay.

Luckily my husband rarely make me write the lines, and when he did I only had to write one sentence on a single line paper for about 20-50 times.

My husband hasn't heard of this punishment yet. Please don't tell him :)

dorm life and house parents

Just went back to my school with my friend to see how much our school has changed and meet our house parents. I just cannot believe we spent five years there.

Things have changed a lot, and our common room looks rather stylish now.

It used to be much older, with solid mahogany furniture. We both remember the chats after dinner with our house parents here. They were our very good mentors, and we could talk about anything. We told them about our friends at school, our schoollife, our ups and downs, and even our cheeky things.

It was all very good memories, except for once, when we crossed the line and got sent to the discipline office by one of our house parents and we were punished by a discipline teacher. I dont remember what we did but we had to report to the laundry service department and help the staff there for one week during our free time after school and were not allowed to leave our house that weekend.

It's fun to recall all these now, but it was a nightmare back then. Our house parents said if we were born earlier and went to school three decades earlier, we would have been given detention and spanking by the school principal. 

What kind of spanking would that be? I'm curious.  

younger looks

This long weekend I'm staying at a friend's family's place for a change. It's just quite dry to be staying all on my own in a hotel for three weeks.

So here I am, in the middle of nowhere. Just lots of green. It reminds me of my very quiet and peaceful teenage years at a boarding school in England.

When we arrived her family's place, I had dinner with her family, and I told them the neighborhood is very nice and comfortable, just like my boarding school years.

Then we had a conversation like this:

P = my friend's parents  J = me

P: are you still studying in England now? Or you've found somewhere exciting?

J: oh, I've graduated from the university already

P: really. Are you looking for a job then?

J: ...

And my friend just couldn't stop laughing.

Do I really look that young?

My friend then told them about my job and my business trip there and that made them drop their jaws.

I told my husband this little fun episode. He said that's why sometimes he couldn't bring himself to punish me when I looked at him with my innocent eyes and begged him with my girlish tone.

Next time when he wants to punish me again, I know what to do, hehe!

need to get my own paddle

At home we only have nursery canes and IKEA flat hangers for spanking. My husband said I should get a small paddle on my own.

We used to have a large school paddle when we first got married, but once my husband gave me 5 smacks and it left some red marks on my butt for a few days. We both felt that the spanking was overdone. I could not sit for two days and had to sleep on my chest.

My husband said he's punished me a lot this month, so he's suggesting that we don't use the nursery cane but a new, small paddle for warning.

This is the one I've got, after some google map search near my hotel:

I don't want holes, but all the short and small paddles sold nearby have holes.

My husband said when I'm back, he'll try not to give me punishment spanking but start with some alternatives depending on how serious the misbehavior is:

1. Talking
2. Serious talking
3. Scolding + standing against the wall for ten minutes
4. Ear pulling + Keeping a pacifier in my mouth for thirty minutes
5. Warning spanking 1: one paddle spank on the bare
6. Warning spanking 2: three paddle spanks over panties

Sigh. Honestly 4 is more scary than 5 or 6. But I don't exactly know... Just hope I wont have to experience 3-6.

18 days to go before I'm going home with the paddle and back to the world of discipline.

got assigned "homework" when away from home

No more punishment for the next three weeks because of my business trip. My creative husband has suggested that I should keep a journal of interesting things I have seen in my trip as "homework". I don't need to do it every day because I'm not on holiday but at work. Only 10 entries for 20 days away from home. Okay, I'm not used to writing in English regularly these days but I will do it.







What will he do with my "homework"? I don't know.
Will he correct my language? Maybe.
Will he try to spot misbehaviors and punish me? Possible.
Will he just read it for fun? Very likely.
Will I be rewarded for doing this well? Maybe --- um, my husband said yes.

Let's see what happens three weeks later.

The last time I kept a journal was probably when I did it for my GCSE Lit' class.

a wet punishment

Our Easter break will,be over soon. Next week I'll start travelling for business till the first week of May in another continent, so my husband has suggested that we have a short trip on a tropical island before I leave for my business trip.

The food is nice. The resort is great. The view is exquisite. Everything is exceptional.

I have enjoyed the trip very much so far, except for one thing. I got a warning spanking from my husband.

He never spanks me when we're travelling, but he made this time an exception.

Because I forgot something again.

This time it's changing the limit for overseas withdrawals. I ended up not being able to get any cash. Of course we can use our credit card for some places but it's quite inconvenient each time we want to do something.

On our way to the hotel, my husband said he would give me a warning spanking. I didn't know what it is, but I thought I had better keep my mouth shut.

Upon arrival, we saw a stunning view, but I was distracted by my own thoughts about the spanking. Sigh.

We got our room. My husband said we should get changed and go swimming now.

I just hoped he would not spank me, or he spanked me right away.

After we got changed, I pulled down my bikini panties and said to my husband "Can you just spank me now? I don't want to wait anymore. It completely spoils my holiday."

My husband was not pleased that I "ordered" him to spank me. He said he was not going to give me a warning spanking but a punishment spanking for using impolite language and being impatient.

He said he didn't want to ruin our holiday either, so this was going to be painful but short, and he would use only his hand.

Phew, I was worried he would use an implement.

Then I was told to remove my binkini and get into the pool in our room completely naked and stay there.


Then my husband told me to bend my completely wet body over the side of the pool. He came over and gave me 3 spanks.

Then I said "it hurts". It did hurt more when wet.

My husband ignored what I said and asked me to get into the water again. And then he told me he was going to give me 20 spanks and I need to count, and he did not want to hear anything besides the counting.

So I got out of the water again, making myself ready for the punishment.

A bit like the picture above, except that I was naked and my skin is a bit lighter than that.

Spank! one...
Spank! two...
Spank! three...
Until the last one...
Spank! twenty... it hurts!

"What did I say?", my husband scolded.
"Now get into the water. We will start again from one!"

I felt like crying but did what I was told.

Then I got out of the water and the spanking started again from one. After ten, my husband rubbed my bottom but then he splashed some water over it to make each spank sting more.

After he made it to twenty, I was still sobbing. Then my husband cuddled me and said "You've learnt your lesson, havent you? Be a good girl okay? Always keep a list and remember what you need to do".

Then he massaged my bottom.with some cream.

What a dramatic way to start a resort holiday.

other punishments

Up till yesterday, spanking has been the main form of punishment given to me. Sometimes with hands on my bare bottom, sometimes with a flat IKEA hanger over my panties, sometimes with a nursery cane over my pants.

Yesterday my husband pulled my ears. It was a shock. It was after I had asked him not to hit me on my butt.

Then today he got this.

I cannot believe it is for me. I mean, what for?

"As a punishment", my husband said.

Given when he thinks I'm rude or I talk back when he scolds or I try to negotiate when he's about to spank (like I did yesterday), he added.

I don't like it, but he said I'm not supposed to like it.

"Now behave yourself, or I'll make you keep it in your mouth for hours from now".

Okay.

Then my husband said, to make the punishment effective, after each pacifier punishment, I am supposed to say the thing properly in ten different ways aloud, each to be evaluated by my husband. If he's not satisfied with any of them, I will need to put the pacifier back into my mouth and think of another one, until all ten are accepted.

And then I am supposed to write the ten lines 50 times each and bible verses on discipline while keeping the pacifier in my mouth. Bad handwriting will result in more punishment (seems to be another set to write and keeping the pacifier for longer).

Okay. Sounds like a really strict and time-consuming punishment.

Maybe a quick spanking isn't that bad.

Maybe I shouldn't have "negotiated" yesterday.

another form of punishment

I made a big mistake.

My husband put some shoes in a plastic bag for a field trip and told me to remind our cleaner to keep them.

But I forgot (!)

Last night he couldn't find his shoes for the trip next day and asked if I knew where they were and... Oh no!

I don't want to lie and say the cleaner made a mistake because he'll find out anyway. So I said sorry.

My husband said he accepts my apology but it's been many times I am this forgetful.

"Now take your pants down and  go stand there", he pointed at a wall in our living room. "nose at the wall", he added.

I probably stood there for ten minutes but felt like ages, not knowing what would happen to my bottom.

As soon as I was told to turn around, I saw my husband having a nursery cane in his hand. I was already sobbing, but instead of running away from him I ran towards him hugging him.

"Help! I'm so scared. Please protect me", I said.

This caught my husband by surprise.

He put down the cane and gave me a deep hug, almost cuddling me, stroking my hair.

Then he said he'll give me a chance and won't spank me. I was relieved. But then he said I still need to be punished.

Oh! 

He told me to have my hair up and stand in front of him.

Then, all of a sudden. Ahhhhhhhhh! And as I was still screaming, he pulled my other ear. My mouth probably opened as wide as you can see in this stock photo.

What color do you want?

Walking down some random streets in Singapore, my husband said he wanted to buy me a souvenir from here.

"What color do you want?", he asked.

I turned around and saw not a typical souvenir but these..

It left me completely speechless.

I once went to a Singaporean elementary school for two years because of my dad's relocation. I learnt that every household had at least one of these at home. They were not decoration but really meant to be used on kids. I just can't believe after almost two decades, Singaporean parents still use this to discipline their kids. This might explain why it's so cheap, just SG$0,5, or €0,3.

Sigh.

"Get one in light blue and one in orange for me please", I said to my husband.

This surprized my husband.

"I really want to see you walking down the streets holding two canes in your hand. Will everyone look at you?", I added, and I grinned at him :P

"No, but they will when I start running after you with the canes and you start screaming and crying and begging".

This man is sometimes a bit too imaginative.

Souvenir from Japan

This looks like the magic wand in Sailor Moon.

But when my husband took me to the laundry section of a department store, my heart sank. Look at all these stuffs --- they remind me of nothing but carpet beaters. No one has ever used it on me, but still.

I have bought the sailor moon cosplay costumes just for fun and my husband insisted that we should get this pink stuff too. Well, just don't ever think about using it on me.

anniversary trip

This trip was almost rescheduled because my husband was rather mad at me. I guess he has an issue with unhealthy lifestyle and wasted time. But having seen obvious improvement after the last spanking, he finally decided to go ahead.

So here we are

Japan!

Like France, it's one of the countries I stayed for a few years as a kid, so I can speak the local language. Having not used this language for a while, I really recall lots of childhood memories in the country. This time we have checked out lots of old and new places. Japan is just an amazing country weaving both the two contrasting elements. You get to see the state-of-the-art technology, and you also get immersed in a culture with well preserved gardens, shrines and habits from hundreds to a thousand of years ago.

When we were strolling down the streets with traditional things, we saw these traditional Japanese paddles and my husband asked if he should get one for a naughty girl we both know. I narrowed my eyes at him, and he said "looks like someone already needs one now". Luckily I know when he's serious and when he's not, after all these years.

Our fifth anniversary :)

A new, strange cane

After our trip to Switzerland, I had been living a life free of spanking. Instead of punishments, I was given lots of rewards for my good behaviors.

Until today.

It's been the third night I went to bed after 3am.

The first night was because of work, so my husband just kissed me goodnight. The next day he told me to go to bed earlier at night.

The second night was because of chatting with friends. My husband was away for business so nothing happened.

The third night he gave me a look and said he'd "deal with me later". I jumped into our bed at once but he gave me a swat on my bottom.

The next morning, nothing happened.

The following evening when I came home, there was a paper on the dining table that says "take off whatever you are wearing and stand in the corner".

There was a really light new nursery cane on the table. I quickly did what I was told.

30 minutes later, my husband was home. As you would have guessed, the nursery cane came into close contact with my poor bottom.

My husband asked me why he was doing that as he bent me over the sofa. He seemed to be pleased with my answer and asked how many times I should be hit. Obviously I wanted to say zero, but that would only lead to more spanking.

I said three, but my husband said I needed more.

Swish. One! I counted.

Swish. Ah!!! Two!

This went on and on like forever...

Until it made to ten.

It hurt a lot this time. But when I looked at my bottom in the mirror, I saw no spanking marks. No parallel lines. No welt. No anything.

Then I was told to take a shower and get ready for dinner. I was surprised to find that I could sit. It didn't hutt. Not even a single bit.

My husband probably noticed that too? And he put the nursery cane next to my laptop and asked, "Now what time will you go to bed tonight?"