The School At The Turrets

As the nights start to draw in, it's a enjoyable idea to read a book about an hour before bed time several chapters per night and this is one I read recently.

 I've had this actual childhood being published in nineteen seventy-one by Armada in Great Britain and my copy is a little worn around the spine although the pages haven't started to fall out.
It's a ghost story with a twist being set at a girls boarding school where Ida sees something that almost causes her heart to stop beating for her eyes are transfixed upon a tall figure in white with an outstretched hnad and a stoney stare in her eyes.
This, Ida thinks must be the the 'White Lady' who legend has it haunts the old part of the school turrets.
It's a gripping story.

Tidyness and the Middle

I am a Junior albeit at the top of the age range and in my original Junior days the view from the ground up of us was like this: Grey or White Socks either three-quarter or short with sensible lace up shoes although today slip ons are accepted more.
When we looked slovenly lacking pride in our appearance, we were told to 'Pull your socks up' quite sternly as our teachers an most parents had high standards for how we presented and conducted ourselves.

Walk with me

I was looking at some pictures I took recently and thought I'd share it with you.
Where we live there's this a inland waterway and while there's not much traffic on it now, there often is in the spring and summer.
Be that as it may, one thing I've always enjoyed doing is walking ever since being a child and I find walking in this area quite stimulating as you see a lot of wildlife both mammals and birds plus at this time of your you sure can appreciate the fall as you see it in the trees and vegetation near the locks such as this one.

It makes walking so much enjoyable.

Pinafore dresses

There are some aspects to being a 'Little Girl' you cannot leave behind in my experience.I can't get enough of pinafore style dresses and this one is favourite of mine. I used to wear a lot of them when I was younger and found them to really practical being able to easily mix and match to various tops I had - long or short sleeves - dependent on the time of year.
Also and crucially I find it helps in bringing my mind image of that pinafored little girl in all her boundless optimism   into a physical breathing reality even if the design as with this one is obviously more 'adult' lacking say the charcoal grey and box pleats of the standard little girl pinafore.

This is a bit more like it, mid teen look with deep pleats but with suitable black  tights on very much me but I'd have brogues or loafers rather than those shoes.
Strangely enough I was 'put into tight's' around that age by Mommy (she had so many contridictions!) so if I was being a mid teen in role play I might well opt for tights.

Jennings Follows a Clue

The second story in this series came out in 1951 where Jennings feels inspired to take up the career as a detective with Darbishire as his assistant, trouble needless to say is just around the corner.

The twosome first of all detect the lights being on in the sanitarium when nobody is supposed to be in there which is the catalyst for them investigating it and the laundry room before noticing the school sports cups, to which competitions are due have disappeared!
They see a main of whom they believe to be a piano tuner leave the building with them and follow him, breaking school rules into the village going into a silvermith and jewellers oblivious to this being his occupation and that he was to engrave them for the school by permission!
In the meantime all this detective stuff is becoming something of a distraction  not just to Jennings and Darbishire but within their form leading to a number of mishaps not least being caught having defaced a textbook and not paying proper attention in class which results as did for many of our generation in a lecture and a caning from the Head.
While exploring the sanitarium they get caught by a mysterious person who locks them in a room and after escaping, investigate laundry as they lose a clue to only end up being driven  away as the school sports is taking place. In the end they found out who really stole the cups in time for presenting them.
It's a hilarious account of schoolboy life that could only exist pre internet and cellphone.
My edition my edition is the 1967 Collins hardback which keeps this dust jacket.

What Jo needs - a caning

In the last two posts I spoke about my experience of school PE and that the teachers we had for that were not excused from spanking us changing, during and and changing back into our uniforms.
I also spoke about the knickers you wore for gym and how knickers play a part in school rituals including those connected with spanking but while this isn't a blog about it, I shall talk about what I am needing to happen.

 Not to put too fine a point on it I do feel there are times when caning me is more than justified not so much just not doing things but more when I persist in talking all over your fairly mild rebuke for some behaviour or attitude I'm displaying or when you've told me numerous times to do it and I just refuse to.
In that situation those gym knickers figure but to make the caning more memorable you go a bit further than you normally would and you pull them down which feels like you've been deflated from your ego as you have me get and hold that cane.

 It need not be done to excess but if you scarcely feel it, not getting the rush through your system as it lands and sears you've failed and her reaction to it would be mine -and why it works.

 People sometimes argue around "Cornertime", to me it's a moment to reflect upon your behaviour and to made to endure a little more embarrassment with you knickers still down as your well caned bottom is displayed and you focus on it and why you got it.
It needs to last with for a while so you do learn from it.

Tag and Kiss Chase

This was a game I sure remember playing as a kid and no doubt if were socially possible to today I would gladly. The game involves one or more of you chasing other players with the aim of touching them generally with your hands.
Two or more players decide who is going to be 'it' using a counting out game such as Enny Meany, miny, moe and the one designated 'it' then chases the others attempting to get close enough to tag them - a touch of their hand - that makes that person 'it' and so it continues usually to the end of recess at schools.
In some forms it's deemed if you are on or touching a safe are then you can't be tagged cos it's off limits.

There was a form of it I well remember well from primary school 'cos we played it all the time called Kiss Chase.
The main difference is the tag is done by kissing rather than a touch of the hand and typically all of us of one gender are 'it' at the same time and chase the others of the opposite gender until everyone is caught at which point the team that was caught becomes it.
I really loved playing kiss chase between 8 and 11 years of age.