Infant days

My education was a bit messed up, not least for spending chunks of time on hospital visits, plus visiting specialist services that took me way from class which I suspect  created problems around what in England they call the Three R's that last to this day.
I can for all the difficulties I face recall when I started Infant School which its separation from Mommy which like most back then didn't work so you spend most of your daytime in her company.
For me it involved things like being introduced to your First Teacher whose job it is to help you adjust to the routines and expectations of school such as having rules about when we speak, when we do things and when we can go to the toilet.
As ever some children seemed to get to grips rather more with this than others, usually but not always those who came from big families with older children but the allure of doing things when we wanted to rather than when our teacher said could and did the better of us.
That was when, because it was the very late Nineteen Sixties thru Nineteen Seventy-One, scenes like this would happen because we would be spanked in front of each other sometimes in twos and threes while the rest of class were to look on.
We'd feel their pain in our bottoms.
We would be encouraged to tell our friends they deserved it because they were naughty and broke the rules.
In many ways we were learning to accept having our bottoms spanked as normal which for us it sure was, that nothing could stop it unless we changed our behaviour and we were to accept our punishment.

A Fresh start

After considering for several months what to do, I've finally done it.
I have joined girltalk.to forums for some girltalk because my inner child side isn't going way so repressing it isn't going to work as I just feel shut down and sad. For a period I did try to let more of it out but this was before I had the internet never mind knew what the words were to describe what I felt. and when I did find some places they were so 'adult content'  orientated  I don't feel I belonged there.
I have a blog now that's just about the regular side of being what I am, a Middle  with a little side but I have other needs as a part of it and this includes having a need to be spanked like the child inside the adult shell I am because my emotions are just that of a child.
That's really what this blog is about not some of that ikky 'adult content' stuff some places for people like me host, allowing me the space to talk about my emotions and my need for discipline as a middle freely. as part of my 'age-play'.

Different shades of girlhood

My conception of being a sissy gurl is less stereotypical than many simply cos I grew up around them in their varying forms that sometimes overlapped a Tomboy might wear the odd  skirt or dress outside of the places where what were wore was constrained either by rules such as school or conventions like Church or social gatherings.
I wore mainly short pants, pink corduroy pants or jeans which weren't so removed from many (genetic) girls where I grew up so it was only tops and hair fashions that on the surface separated us  although I so wanted their summer dresses and school uniform.
Playing together meant messing up together so we all had our shorts or jeans lowered for spankings as was the 'go to' way to discipline us that when people did it with me worked a treat.
I intend to spend more time around Girl Littles especially those more Junior cos that's really where I belong.

The Tyger

Here is a favourite poem of mine written by William Blake called The Tyger:

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Christmas 2010

I'm thinking about where to take this age play middle girl stuff as I really want to talk more with anyone who may be feeling the same this next year cos it gets boring just banging out stuff on my aging computer.
One of my ideas of a great present would be to do just that and maybe meet up but in the mean time this'll do nicely

Season's greetings

It's fast approaching Christmas here where apart from reading the Nativity story we're going to busy with writing our Christmas Cards, visiting our friends and generally preparing for Christmas Day itself so we'll be taking a break here on the World of Joanne Chan  until the New Year.
Our blog is like us unapologetically Junior minded steeped in life and likes of being a Junior even if by our age we are older than our years and that is and was what we're about our child-like innocence.
So with all that we'd like to wish you a very happy Christmas and New Year.

Regressed replacements IV

I suppose if we have to, we could try to  have simpler and more wholesome music I can just sing along to, swaying in my dresses and skirts

With cuter appeal and even pets