Uniform updates

The account of the last week will take a few days to write up having just gotten back to the ever grateful Marmalade.
In the hiatus, I had received some new 'regulation' school underwear by David Luke a well known manufacturer.

 In navy blue, these soft  gym knickers are to replace several pairs of older regular ones that are showing some wear that are a secondary set to the black Cresta ones I bought a short while ago, forming part of my uniform.

Away day schooling

It's a bit of a while since I wrote anything around the re-creation of schooling a form of words I'm now a bit more for as "school based role play" for me implies in part I am role playing the child at school and with me this whole whole thing is more like I have that child running 24/7 in me.
Effectively you've created a school with all the things I recall of my education that I just attend.
One of the things I did involved having a math  lesson taught to me by a person being  a teacher doing what was called "chalk and talk" where they would talk away but write important concepts and any questions on the chalkboard for you to do.
For my part I was dressed in a traditional black tunic (Brit speak: "Gymslip") with tie and school socks at a equally traditional wooden desk with a  hole for in, grooves for your pens and a lift up slightly sloped lid that before flat "Go-Pak" stacking school furniture such as tables became popular you had together with matching wooden chairs with an S shape bottom.
Like most I was taught metric units as my home country went metric during this period  although for somethings imperial never went away like road distances and part of this lesson covered an introduction to Imperial weights and measures that I had to sit and write down from the chalkboard including the questions set on each unit.
This covered ounces, pounds, stones, hundred-weights  and tones when it came to Mass, inches, feet, yards, cubits, chains and miles in linear measurement.
I also had set some multiplication and division work too that I had to copy, answering all the questions.
The work from the point of view of presentation, neatness of writing and showing of workings out was examined in addition to marking the answers to questions set and my attitude toward studying.
My work was then written on in red pen.
Overall I hadn't done too badly but I had made a few mistakes down to not being as careful as I should of been as when asked to show how I got the answer where I had made mistakes, I did get it right first time so it wasn't a question of not knowing or comprehending.
Because it was that and nothing to do with my actual learning limitations which are NEVER a reason to, I was instructed to bend over the desk at each unit where this had occurred to be spanked either by hand or for one which was more around not paying sufficient attention to the work, the tawse.

This needless to say did hurt persisting for some time but to be honest, it is what lead to it that really is more the problem: I don't take the care I could to produce work that limitations aside I am actually capable of, that reflect my abilities rather than my disabilities.
In that sense what might in the past of been called "school based role playing" has real benefits in helping to change because it identifies in real-life situations those attitudes and behaviours that need correcting and delivers the lessons that in all honesty people who were less centred around the dis in my disabilities excusing me and more on abilities and training me to use them properly in same way my peers were really should of done.
For me then this bit of the weekend away was really beneficial.

Chilling little style IV

The last entry of this series looked a bit more at presentation in the form of uniform and how that's changed and how that is a part of my life.
There are other parts of it too which have changed over the years, socks being oddly enough one of the first manifestations from buying school socks from the schools department of British Home Stores  every term usually grey from the late 1980's before moving gradually toward an exact replica uniformed presentation via 'Senior school' or 'Secretarial' wear.
Sometimes I have bought patterned socks like Harlequin ones in different plaid colours before moving more into that exact replica uniform by wearing actual school socks with it such as these Grey ones.

These are some I recently got although I usually wear white one of the same sort of design
except the bow would be a matching white.
The other thing that goes with it is underwear which has changed a bit over the years from all white around 2010 to grey or bottle green full school briefs when the original replica uniform came about.

 Now it is to go with the newer uniformed presentation I'm to be wearing mainly black high waisted Carta Gym Knickers which apart from being good for sports do keep me warm and cozy which is good thing at this time of year.
These arrived a few days ago and are to be worn from now on.

Disgraced Jo gets it

 

The week had began most promising with both having a  pleasant day with Dad who I have issues with for like ages working something out that enabled us to share a bit of time together as well as helping Mom out more while she’d been poorly but ended up some other place, despite rather than because all of that.

To begin with I had been given some homework by Sir that I had actually done on time and spend quite a bit of thought over before writing quite a lot  which is really around me, discipline and our relationship when it comes to it.

But there was a question I had to answer in this and it was if there was an infraction I needed to own up to? Well I could not lie to him whose presence in my life has made such a difference so I had to tell him the truth and the whole truth at that.

I had been asked a few times to clear up my space which had gotten over run by used jiffy bags, boxes and so on to the point you couldn’t get to clean around it and you’d need to be agile to get around of it  on your legs without walking on something or other.

Well, it wasn’t long before I got the message all right as I was due for a “Sound Spanking” which wasn’t an expression I was that familiar with but then you, dear reader probably think I should of  been before all this.

Then I was ordered to drop my knickers right down and spanked both with slipper and after a short pause again by the wooden hair brush while bent over a chair rather a lot of times so by time we’d finished my bottom was extremely sore and practically on fire. I had cried toward the end and after pulling my knickers back up, stood hugging me teddy as a I rubbed my smarting bottom.

I then had to sit on hard chair in contact with my knickers for half an hour facing the corner amplifying the discomfort from the spanking to further internalize it something I’d forever associate with my actions. That was followed by something new to my punishments, hand written lines to write too, 100 of them .

It was the most painful spanking in my whole life still leaving after a few days my bottom  still painful and and would like to thank him for giving me, his little, the Sound Spanking I so badly needed to change my ways which is is going to help me do. As I explained, the lines are very much child like but did give me a sense of closure on this infraction that I find I need.

I am grateful as his little, he takes the time to understand my needs not least my need to be spanked and to use that in his mentoring approach helping our relationship and his parenting of me to and for my own good.

Report to Nurse in your gymslip, Miss

Unfortunately I haven't been to well for most of this year contracting chronic bronchitis so have been off site for a bit.
As a bit of a thank you for everyone's gifts I'll explain I've been recuperating dressed up in school wear including a grey pinafore dress not a bit like this because I feel that much more relaxed when I can act the child that makes trying to get better a lot more enjoyable.Bouy did I need to get better.
I'd enjoy it no end if someone was putting me in school attire, fastening my blouse buttons, tie and shoes because it makes me feel so marvellous little, that is the little I crave to be.

*Originally published on Experience Project  April 1 2013*

A case of the school girl bottom rubs

The bottom rub after the spanking before is something I recall well from my Junior years where it seemed it was at least twice as a big as before lasting for ages as you took your time trying hard avoid sitting on the sores spots and failing to the amusement of your peers who knew  what a naughty girl you'd been and where you'd been sent to.

School PE

PE or Physical Exercise as distinct from   Games was a big part being a Junior where I did climb ropes, bars and do Gymnastics when I remembered to bring my PE kit to school and did continue to around 14 at my Senior School although by then study time was creeping in and the only real exercise was weekly swimming.
Being transgendered I longed to do this in the girls PE kit which included Gym Knickers and a short plain Games Skirt rather than shorts although today it's common t o see Junior girls wearing them and I do own a pleated traditional games skirt which if I could to to an age-play school I'd happily wear for doing PE in as in all honestly I could use the exercise!

Stopping the pouting and dress as the sissy you are

Quite often we talk other things on this blog such as "being little", interests that align more to that such as children's books, cartoons and given some of our issues with regulating emotions, spanking  although it's not by any means a focus.

This week we're going to talk something else that does matter as a part of my identity, being a Sissy, part of the mix of me.

If you are a sissy, then it's not a matter of dressing as the kid you were, often you were prevented from expressing yourself at school, in various youth movements and at home so it was all very secretive.

Now most of those constraints are over, just where do you begin in being you?

We wore rugged and sometimes itchy attire having memories at 14 wearing very itchy long trousers at school that were so irritating to my skin because they were' "the rules" but what we wanted and if we could find a moment alone we did was were girls attire because it felt softer, more comfortable and, yes very pretty.

Once we did it, we knew deep down that was what we wanted to wear.

Personally I feel as a Sissy we need to start with something like soft, satin babydolls and slips and definitely matching panties, making them a permanent part of our lives because you feel so much better in yourself for dressing the way your head always wanted.

Now of course as a Little Sissy you won't dress like your older sister might going out, but you may wear soft vests and matching patterned knickers and either plain tights or socks, knee length for school looks and ankle with cute motifs when watching tv, playing or having fun.

While you love skirts and dresses and I have lots, you'll have girls sports shorts too which if you're a bit concerned about being seen out, aren't noticed by most going about their business.