And you too

One theme running across this blog is childhood or at least child-like domesticity simply because everything is rooted in a little/middles age play headspace where it is centred on my life and the lives of my friends as we grew up.
The way in which I look at things is child-like to level and I related to (other) adults as that child simply because developmentally I am incapable of much else so it ought not to be that surprising that CG/l (Caregiver/little) more commonly called DD/lg relationships where the Caregiver is the Dominant, loving 'parent' to the 'submissive' child that is you and being with others is more akin to being on a play date with parents supervising and disciplining their 'child' are more me.
As a girl who may be in trouble with another hearing a "and you too" being called over for a spanking like your friend is only just because you both have to be treated the same and that itself is rooted in our childhood lessons in such a situation.

Card Games

Hi folks!

How many of us can remember and for that matter still have playing cards from our pasts?

I sure have!

Some of my earliest memories of playing cards were of playing with Gran, who's sadly passed away several years back, such games as Snap during school break up or when my folks had to deal with groan up stuff and granny had to look after me.

I didn't have much to do with Grampa cos he was a bit crotchety and he couldn't understand my English.

At school recess we also payed card games but from the Top Trump range where from one themed pack you'd choose one subject and whoever got the most  of some criteria or other won the round and you'd begin again.

Actually when was having big problems my school friends took me to a store to buy some to help me re-intergrate with the group.

I stil have those cards and several others I've collected down the years such as these cards from the Fox TV series The Simpsons from around 1990 that came in a set of 88 cards.

The have cartoons on the front and questions on rear to ask your friends about all the characters in the show.

Enjoy.

I'm Me, Hear Me Roar!

There was a time when I'd attempt to act 'normal' buy the standards of my peers but watch it all fall apart.
Any one can act for a period it's harder to stay in character day in day out.
I just got to the point a few years back when I decided "blow it" I'm doing me  here. I'm liking what I like, talking about and to whom I want.
If I feel like wearing Cats Ears the odd time so darn what!

Bonds

One abiding memory from Junior school was the bonds between us, that we'd play together in the playground, sit next to each other in rows even though when it came to sharing in class there was competition for who was going to work with who and share the dining hall table with at lunchtime.
We were inseparable from each other laughing and giggling together, passing notes so we'd all end up being punished together even though I was a 'special girl' because you accepted me as just that while the boys viewed me as a alien.
The sisterhood at our school mattered heaps to me and is a big part  of the Junior experience in an age-play context I'm looking for.

School Lessons

Sometimes even talking about lingerie can lead to all manner of assumptions such as do you have a knicker fetish or other kind of a kink.
Nobody ever really  talked to me about uniforms never mind that whole list that a school prospectus had of all your kit such as day uniform, PE kit, shoe colours never mind that some schools dictated what kinds of underwear you had so I'd never really given it a thought.
Given that the little girl has coming out and now wearing uniform - see Joanne's Uniform pt 1 - I ditched some well worn pairs and had some traditional Japanese  plain but cutely cut cotton ones  from Minky.com (they had an Ebay store but the paypal is messed up there) which are quite in keeping the the LG schoolgirl I am.
These would work with white PE type shorts too.

But really I thought the best thing would be get some regulation elasticated legged gym knickers which are hard wearing, comfortable, modest and just the kind of knickers you had at a girls boarding school.
These also would be bottle green which would go with my uniform well and being uniformed seems to agree with me. Maybe it's the comformist in me or just finding too many choices too much?


One thing I can recall about school apart from dinner and games is that sadly we'd have some emotional moments that tended to linger especially if like me you were in a boarding school.
Usually these things would start with a group of girls undertaking some activity together but every so often one would somehow do something that the others felt uncomfortable with  and before you knew it we were at "If she stays, we go" which wasn't very nice although sometimes you felt the girl in question was kinda asking for it.
Now I don't care much for people I consider friends making me chose between them even if sadly for one activity one of them  might need to be not in on it for everyone's well-being (we do have to learn to compromise a little) as a group and in our school there was no chance of running away from it all.
I guess we learned to get by because in a sense we had no other choice and sometimes we'd offer our personal support to another privately and try to avoid making a scene because we know we'd only hurt each other that way  regarding each other as sisters and even siblings have their fallings out.
There are times I think we need to consider how deal with these disagreements so we can contain them while being able to be friends chatting to each other and nobody feels they are being forced to chose between friends.
Let's think about it, eh?

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.