And let that be a lesson to you, my girl

I said yesterday that I was going to give myself a good hiding, and I did. The instant after posting on my blog I left my writing desk and went to the bedroom, fished my wooden ruler out from under the bed (we keep most of our hitty things there), went to the foot of the bed, yanked my knickers down to my ankles, hitched my dress up, and bent over.

Most times when spanking myself I imagine a scene – usually a school one – complete with an imaginary disciplinarian who is thoroughly appalled by...