Jennings Little Hut

Seeing we're entering the new year, I thought I'd resume from where I left off with the Jennings series of adventures.

 

We resume with Jennings and Darbishire in the Third Term who have managed to secure permission to spend their leisure  time hut building in a remote but alas marshy part of the school grounds. The somewhat rudimentary structures from twigs and bull rushes may not be the Headmasters expectations but has raised the pride of everyone involved.

Intermingled in this tranquility are a series of minor and major upsets one being a strong contender to become a new boy, Roger, who while with Jennings and Darbishire larking about by the pool gets muddy and messes his clothes up to the point of tearing his shorts just view as his Mother and the Headmaster are finalizing it.

The two boys the next day face going to the Headmasters room set for a good thirty-five minute lecture and a caning only to find the incident only encouraged Roger's mother to telephone saying he'd be definitely attending saying how good his time that day had been for him  and the headmaster commuting the punishment!

My copy with a little damage to the dust jacket is the nineteen sixty-seven Collins edition

The LB Years -discipline

 There are some people who like me are transgendered, prefer not to look at their childhood pasts following either hormone therapy, reassignment surgery or otherwise having established a gender identity to which they are known by that runs contrary to that the were positioned in by society, not least their parents.

For me this would simply be impossible because many of my many issues and difficulties, my connection to being an adult little, being involved around age play with consensual  corporal punishment are rooted in being raised and positioned as a boy even though I'm a girl really.

 That's why this entry has to be because I was positioned as that boy, put in those short pants and disciplined in them which is a core memory for me.

As I've written about in other entries, my parents were conflicted when it came to disciplining all of us, especially me and so it was rare I had anything other the very mild scolding apart from when it was Daddy was just with  us in which instance if he was at the point he couldn't reason with me, he'd take down my pj's or shorts and use a slipper on me

 I always got that 'on the bare' and as we had this stupid family rule that said if you were awake, you HAD to be UP and if you were UP, you had to be FULLY DRESSED, it would be he'd take a hold of the waist band of my shorts tightly so not only did they get tugged down, my underwear  followed  so I really felt each stroke.

Normally if we were out or with friends then we'd  be spanked in front of them but over our shorts unless we we taken to a quiet secluded spot in which instance you really got bare bottomed spanking.

 In 2009, some go all queasy over this but  back when I was younger, every school I attended had corporal punishment as the norm so not unsurprisingly I was a spanked schoolboy  because like most kids I wasn't a monster but did willingly break the rules and therefore the Adult Authority figures dished out consequences because they were that and we were mere children subject to their authority, period.

At my first school it wasn't unknown to be shown the implement that if you persisted in carrying on would be used next and that certainly included the cane.

 The more usual way a boy was caned was on the seat of his shorts cos it still could make an impression and in some especially classroom settings did keep a bit of modesty, not that you had much dignity left afterward. This was how my Headmaster caned me.

 My Junior headteacher who I loved and adored always caned me over my underpants because he believed the shame of being punished in your underwear and making sure the cane really made an impression on me, which it did, would lead me to correct my behaviour.

He also believed very strongly in not sparing me the same punishments that other boys got for the same reasons just because I was disabled.

When much later as he was in his twilight days I spoke to him about this as I respected his judgement and belief in keeping standards, he explained he felt I needed loving discipline and he simply could not exempt me from the rules and consequences others lived by.

I thanked him for being my Headmaster and for caning me back then because to be truthful, he was absolutely right. I needed to be brought up just like any other child and am grateful he cared to do just that. He never spared the rod  with me.

Judy, Patrol Leader

The idea of leadership is one that interested me so characters in what I read around that topic always appealed to me.

This is quite an old book -my copy is from nineteen-seventy- and shows it but while not perhaps the best example of Girl Only fiction is one that does tackle that topic when Judy, who does to an all girls school becomes a leader of the Girl Guides section for the school and tells of her many adventures as Patrol Leader.

The LB years

As is common for most children, I did go to school and given how I was positioned in society as a boy given the district I was in I had to wear a school uniform five days a week.
We had grey sweaters, white shirts, grey long socks that went just below the knee with a patterned top, a red and offwhite tie and grey shorts. Our underpants had to be plain.
For PE/PT we had gym shorts, long socks for hockey and outdoor games and jersey which if you left them behind apart from being in trouble, you had to do them in what you had  on and when it came to PE that meant your underwear.
At my earliest schools we had wooden desks  with a compartment for your school books and space at the top for your pen and ink which if you were a junior it was the rule to write anything other than your homework and reminder book in.
High school  was different being a boarding school too but it was modern when it came things like facilities like having a well stocked library, swimming pool, gym as well as more modern tables, chairs and separate draws for your school work.
Our dorms were gender separated in theory but in practice outside of sleeping, I spend most of my time with the girls in their rooms which so long as the staff could see we were not up to anything we shouldn't (most unlikely in my case as I wasn't a lesbian), they turned a blind eye to it. In any event all the toilet facilities were unisex and lockable so given I go the loo just like any female wherever in the school we were and they did dress me in girls uniform from time to time which was nice.

Winter sports

I've always loved the Winter as cold as it often gets  not just for natural beauty but also for the many things you can do both inside and out on a Winters day.
One of my favourite sports to watch is Winter Skiing which is shown on the BBC as well as British Eurosport and it is sport many girls do take up although it is an expensive hobby to get into.

Off on the snow you really can move fast but it also requires good co-ordination too.

Here they are enjoying themselves in lovely girlish coloured attire, Who said girls can't ski or it's not feminine?

The LB years-Gender corrected corrections

When I went to school in the 1970's and 1980's it was rather different than it is today with more understanding around gender difference and gender equality apart from back then in every school I went to, corporal punishment was permissible sometimes set out in rigid guidelines, others at a teachers own discretion.
I am transgendered, spending my time on the then rigid  'boy' side of the gender divide imposed by the school although at high school I did find girls who were prepared to do mini -girl make over sessions during recesses to let me be 'a girl' at school.

These days I dress more as traditional younger girl.

I did at times get into trouble for various things at school and rather than being sent either on my own or with Boys to be punished I often wished for a scene like this.

Being with the girls punished together as the 'girl I really am' standing as she is on the right awaiting my turn, having witnessed my friends.

But then for me it could of cause be much stricter and a transgendered 'special girl' about to be caned in my girls school uniform, in front of regular girls would be just.

Of course you may end up being spanked by the Head Girl or a Prefect now and they may take you knickers right down for it too!

While for some usually transvestite/crossdressers there is a more sexual fetish going on with schoolgirl uniform spanking, for me it's not being more a return being a child but in her correct gender, being disciplined as she expected in her actual childhood.

Being spanked as a girl is a bond with the sisterhood of my youth.

Nature study

As  a child one thing we did a lot of was going on short nature study rambles at school. 

I guess our teachers were thinking of the idea of gentle exercise, slowing us down to appreciate the small miracles of nature and also the opportunity to make scrapbooks with writing, drawings and stuck in leaves etc about our experiences.

The impact it had on me was so much that continue to go on strolls and  a couple of days ago noticed the pussy willow was out on the local trees.

It's been a generally mild winter and this has no doubt lead to things coming out early.

Today however we're back to the cold spells with daytime temperatures of 1 degrees C and minus 5 overnight with heavy snow. I'm off work today!