Playtime

A big part of age playing involves being the Junior me but the Junior me is  whole Junior school girl that loves running and chasing with others in the same sort of headspace having the kind of playground fun I experienced and most others did as actual children of that age range.
We ran around like this, played hopscotch, games with marble, skipped together and kiss chase and so on until we transferred to our high schools.
We learned to play nicely with each other, following the rules we were given by our schools and whoever was on playground duty who had authority to report us if we didn't or did anything dangerous.
We needed and were given the boundaries in play to enjoy the carefree nature of being a junior child. That's what doing this as a adult middle in age-play is all about.

Junior caning past

It always seemed to me that one of things that marked out becoming a Junior was the attitude taken to how having committed some infraction or other you were treated.by parents and especially your school.
In the past although it would it would of been something more like a scolding, smacked hands and possibly having to miss recess but because we were now Juniors, we were expected to think more about what we did and because we were older we were to be went straightway to our head teacher where as before the class teacher handled it.
I have many disabilities, some it had to be said weren't identified until after I left the education system but my physical and aspects of my developmental ones were known while in a mainstream  school and for me therefore it was no different.
I was a bit more prone to acting on impulse compared to some of my classmates but not especially naughty but could act up not least when I was meant to be doing something I found hard going or I felt people were ignoring me on purpose.
The Headteacher was at least compared to some other kids I knew was actually lovely man who did care about us, often inquiring casually how we were about our lives outside of formal lessons and did heaps to help us but he did believe strongly in classroom discipline.
You could talk with a teacher but never tell them what to do or demand your terms and they wanted you to try, then you were expected to do your best, making any changes later if they felt it wasn't working. And I was prone to trying to demand things or over-reacting so my teacher would send me to his office for a lecture often with a suppressed snigger from some in the class.
That was the point when as the expression goes, the kid gloves came off as he'd lecture me, simplifying his points, before pulling out his cane at which point I gasped as it sank in something unpleasant was going to happen.
Noticing my expression and being ready to go into a 'But-but-but Mister' appeal he explained what was to happen to me HAD to be the same as the others in the class and although he loved me, my being disabled was NOT an excuse to be treated different and more to the point he refused to treat me any different and so with that, he put me over the desk.
This was point my pants came down and my main Adult Authority figure gave me six strokes of the best before hugging me and sending me in tears back to the class.
It didn't happen very often afterward but whenever I acted up up to my last Junior term, I'd end up being sent to him although it didn't effect our relationship as I understood he trying to help me behave and rightly he needed to treat me the same as the others.
Indeed up until his death we had a great relationship having kept in touch since leaving his school and his own retirement.
I have him to than for not only keeping order in our school that helped me learn but also for demonstrating discipline wasn't a bad thing and it comes out of love.

Junior experiences with spanking past

For me walking as we did from where we lived and indeed sometimes on arrival to school is well lodged in my memory to the point my mind returns to that past whenever I'm along that route.Hey there! Just typing this up at the cooler start of this hot summers day before I chill out on  my swing with plenty of drinks outdoors.

Still, during the week while dressed up as my little girl self, something came back to me that has remained with me for a good many years and it's that I'm writing about this week.
It was at middle school around the age of  ten that this happened.

For several days I had had this uneasy feeling that I was being talked about to and from school by people who weren't part of my class  - I think they were the class below me - for some reason probably connected with not being a part of their gender separated world.

Anyway, this afternoon at the end of school I started the walk back home along the big main estate thoroughfare and went to cross over as I though I heard voices sounding a bit menacing a few steps behind and walked about three houses down when two boys jumped on me and started kicking and punching me. 

I played dead and they kinda gave up so I got up hurting a fair bit and was asked by a lady who lived in the garden where this was by if I was alright.

I guess in hindsight the bigger thing was the shock as from that day I just switched off emotionally not trusting the other kids around me much and always being fearful of boys.

It's taken decades to begin trusting people and almost as long to believe in right to be me and gradually with everyone's help at GT I feel I'm getting there.

My experience of spanking at Junior school is lodged firmly in my memory not least for simply being a regular part of our lives and the room we'd be taken to for this was a big room where the head teacher did his work during class time with a wooden wall with big plain windows and a door we had to wait by several of us at a time to be called in.

Looking through the glass you'd  see say girl standing in the room who at that moment could easily of been me upset, bottom on fire waiting as the next child is spanked in front of us  for our collective actions which in a simply way we just accepted back then associating it with the order that kept us safe because the Adults were in control of us.

It is an important part of my age-playing as in addition to discipline needs which I am beginning to accept better now.

Relaxed middle

Middle space for me is a great place to be that can involve frilly dresses, play and lots and lots of stuffies not least teddy bears to hold in everyday life that I love to be in although for me the age-play side does include the spankies a child of my era got as matter of course.

Joanne's Uniform part 2

Did I say something about promising you a second part? Is Joanne a good girl???
Well although as you know I was and still am 'pawley' with paw ache I have manged to get this part done although it's not been easy.

Continuing from where we were we've gotten jumper, blouse and skirt sorted - well actually I bought a spare skirt the other day just in case one needs a wash while I feel like wearing it and is this isn't one of those blogs with page after page of knickers (as you brits call 'em) showing you can take from me that's kinda sorted so that leaves us with footwear.
Well I have been know to wear tights both at work and at hometime but somehow wearing this sort of skirt  looks that bit more cute with socks so I did some investigations both online, in real life carefully observing what choices girls made and also seeing what my local market had as I live just outside a market town and often the local knicker man has stuff cheap..
The conclusion I came to was wearing long sock either just to knee height to over the knee worked best and as it happened they were really easy to find.

These over the knee socks actually match the charcoal grey of the skirt really well and wear together instantly transform me to a school girl

 I have quite a few white and black and white over the knee socks as it was so I added these pastel pink ones with a embossed heart design being so quintessentially girlish as well as a similar white pair.
Note how this takes us back to the image I posted a long while back about how I saw myself as a child? The grey skirt, candy colour long socks and that are all there and when you chat with me then that's the LG schoolgirl I resemble.
Amazing isn't it?

Joanne's Uniform part 1.

Following on a bit from a bit of yesterdays crazy but super funny chat  featuring an upcoming anime where a certain Squirrel rescues the planet, as I may be a bit busy this weekend I thought I'd get around to doing this post about something that matters to me.

As I mentioned at GT a while back I intend to put together my LG uniform for a whole host of reasons such as resembling how I feel on the inside as well as having an alternative to the kind of stuff I used to put on at 'hometime' from work and for wearing on occasions such as in chat.
I'm very lucky in that I have a more feminine frame and for reasons connected with my groan up life such as having to have work suitable attire it's easier for me to do than for those who have to stay in 'drab' most of the time because I already have the start points in my wardrobe such as girls blouses because I wear them as secretarial wear at work and presently mine are long-sleeved and in white which is one the staple colours of school uniforms in the UK where I'm presently residing.

It may same odd but my first start point on this exercise was to think back to what colours I wore back in junior and junior high and what colours suit my complexion.
Red sure does, so to go with my pre-existing blouses, I bought myself a few red classic schoolgirl v neck sweaters which look good on me. (In the past because of small measurements I often bought children jumpers!).

The next main item was the choice of skirt as I'm not really a fan of trousers and certainly when I was in formal education girls generally didn't wear them to school and seldom at home either so the only question really was the style.
This was harder because firstly I had to decide if I was going for a 'seniors' style close to secretarial work wear or if I was looking at younger infant or junior style fully pleated style.
In the end the fact my LG is 12 won out so being a transitional age I opted for the junior style and as luck would have it it was available off the peg in my size and with the exact right length so it just covered the knees when sat on a groan up chair.
The skirt is pictured below:

The combination of the blouses, red sweater and that skirt looks good on me and achieves the objective in presenting me in my real age transporting me immediately to LG mode. The minute I'm in chat I go straight back and feel at ease with myself.

There will be a continuation piece posted sometime next week with any luck.

My uniform

I had discussed the notion of uniforms before, not least on this blog and more recently on girltalk as it appears different girls have a different and sometimes a choice of looks depending on how they themselves and their roles in an 'age-play' context with some being more the dressy sort and others not.
To me a function of having something outside of what in a more Adult setting I have say for work is to help me make a switch so that when say I'm in chat I look like the Middle with a little side I feel so I resemble that girl talking away or when I'm doing more middlish, littles things.
Being transgendered and thinking more forward I have a lot of things like the sort of blouses you'd were say for work so I thought about something like a school uniform and indeed they are white.

It's also the case my strongly felt need to be spanked and disciplined is routed in that junior experience, the one that in so many ways is in my inner child that having and wearing a uniform I associate with it makes sense.
I will be wearing a grey juniors pleated skirt with red top over the blouses together with white socks. I'll also be in traditional plain school knickers just like I was back then when at my junior school they'd spank me over them which in hindsight I appreciated.
This I think is going to be good for me.