Prefecture

Although at my school head boys and girls didn't have the ability to use the cane (unless they broke the rules and found the head teachers) it wasn't unknown for them to punish you and indeed my best friend was one and did spank me several times not that it wasn't done without good reason you understand.
For one thing I was prone to swearing quite a bit, sometimes writing the words on the chalkboard for good measure and even when not, if I had written them down on paper , I'd be called over and had to explain truthfully what I written and why before being put over her lap for a spanking.
It always was the case when I was at risk of developing a smoking habit I was told in no uncertain terms if she caught me with a cigarette, I would get the biggest spanking of my life from her.
The fact I never ever took up smoking says a lot about how much of an influence she was and what I have to be grateful for her  for.

Regessive replacements III

Equally replace magazines and newspapers by  something really more appropriate

Like this

Or this that also might help teach me Curtsey

Or these with traditional childhood stories and even horse adventures.

Linzi

It's been a rough ol' two weeks for me emotionally as no doubt several of you will have gathered and I'm slowly trying to get back to normal.
I don't make any apologies for posting something that takes me back to my childhood cos with events my mind has been thinking about the past, the people in them and what they meant to me.
Linzi pictured from a crummy old photo I took has been a part of my life for decades a gift from a dear friend that I treasure. I treasure both Linzi as a doll, one of several I still own, and love as much as the memory of the person who brought her into my life.
Linzi is very girlish in her lace, ribbons and nicely finished hems in a relatively unfussy way that also is a part of my own self image (it may not be the most practicable in sub zero temperatures though!) and helped me though some difficult times with childhood scrapes.
Do any of you have similar objects in your lives that hold a lot of emotions?

Getting proper started

It's strange. For most of my life - ever since I saw the lovely schoolgirls at school in their very girlish uniform - I wanted to wear a school uniform regularly. And now that I have more of the chance to do it, I don't. At least not often.  I hedge my bets dressing more like the office junior who left secretarial school for the world of work rather than actually regressing and when I do it's usually more the PE kit I put on rather than than regular day school uniform.
I have thought about this a lot lately and I think I have an explanation. I think it's because I lack the confidence to just come out as having this need, fetish, whatever you wanna call it even though I know I have it and even some who were born and raised as girls do even.
It's not that I have an issue with regression or even been seen as child-like - god knows I've acted at times in public very much like the child dressed as grown up - it's the fear of freaking at putting myself in actual girls attire not girl like attire for adults.

Back when I started all this  I was just getting over the nervous breakdown and the realization I wasn't an adult at least functionally and that pretending otherwise really had screwed me up. I was devastated (well, I'm still devastated) and maybe somehow I longed for my feminine junior schoolgirl side even more than usual. So it was great feeling to be wearing something more akin to what we did before I left school but didn't take things where they needed to be.

I think it would help a lot if I had a play partner or a dominant of some sort  who "forces" me to wear my uniform everyday not because they would be making me do anything I didn't really deep down so much as pushing me past that fear of freaking so I realize the appearence of that junior girl I am as much as is possible in my life cos that's really what is best for me.

Hair today

Things I would of loved Mommy and other female adults in my life to have done for me in childhood include plaiting and putting my hair in bows after washing it from a shoulder length.

Age regressed reading

When it came to reading although people tried to push me toward more 'grown up' works like those by George Orwell, Thomas Hardy and Jane Austin I always longed for my Junior and early Senior favourites which no doubt would fail a diversity test for being seen as white, middle class and stereotypically girlish.
Part of the reason is language, my disabilities limit my ability to read for understanding and comprehension of plots so in a way they have to be a bit younger and in an easy to grasp  formular, the other being they key in to recreated school age-play where these were about our lives sometimes set in school itself and all read in boarding school.
Enid Blyton's Naughtiest Girl series is my favourite cos in so many ways I can readily identify with it's main character, Elizabeth Allen, whose attitude are not so removed from mine.

Bonfire night edition

Seeing we are approaching Guy Fawkes Night, one tradition in many ways dying out is of boys and girls making a replica of Guy to which we hawk around our local streets shouting "Penny for the Guy" at any adults.
We did for two reason, one we loved making something connected with our history and the other was it helped eek out our pocket money as we approached christmas.
We always had a bonfire with fireworks at school where we were handed out  sparklers to wave making shapes and words.