Transitional arrangements

Great isn't? The combined fibre/telephone service has been dropping out this week so phone calls "dropped" mid flow and refreshing on sites was problematic apart from the usual click here and get an infection things presently taking advantage of the FUD (Fear, Doubt and Uncertainty) with the impact of online legislation.  

Still the good news is I'm rediscovering bits of the past that got chopped and changed on the blog over the years and one was I did have an interest in wearing proper maids attire and indeed at one point so wanted to work as one.

Can't say if that'll come back but it was something I did enjoy.

You can't escape the past though, and I've been through some rough patches like while I was in my teens I went rolling down a hill backwards in a motorized scooter scaring the heck out of everyone (and probably myself too) when I made a big mistake involving gradients that could of been fatal.

Talking of the past, I was reminded of things from the past while reading a few tumblr blogs where that realization at time I always seemed to want to present different to peers from time to time and the tension between their ideas and mine.

This sort of presentation was what I liked around the middle of decade that kind of got the "and she's wearing that!!!" looks but in context I just love gothy meets kittenish looks beyond school girl atttire and god knows school girls have more than one look for after school!

That was the thing and maybe I'll return to that.

Knickers

The everyday may assume a role that is less obvious to some and in my life it is that the type of underwear is determined, a part of this whole rolling back as part of the uniform I'm expected to wear. They do happen to full fitting, hardwearing  and comfortable which is a benefit.

My knickers are very much involved in disciplining me because that all happens in uniform and there are certain  set rituals.

The start point for most of this is my skirt or dress being raised to show them clad on my bottom which is embarrassing.

It's not uncommon for any implement to be used over them initially and while they are doing that they my pull my knickers into the back of my bottom to see how my spanking or caning over them is going as you just stay their letting them examine it.

There is time nearly always when they do come down and you might be ordered to take them down or even off

More usually though I have to stay still as they pull them down to deliver a second set of spanks or strokes of the cane right on my already in pain bottom to make sure I really get the message.

The loss of authority I feel through this is so intense.

One thing no one has tried on me yet is making me wear diapers and pretty crinkling pair of plastic pants as a form of humiliation  based punishment and generally treating me more like a baby.

Going away and Inspection time

Thoughts this week have been a bit more about the upcoming week toward the end of July and what to take as the case is relatively small, has to dragged by me so unlike some I can't take a whole minivan worth of dresses and all matching accessories.

What can fit more efficiently within the case tends to win out so traditionally I tended not to pack slippers as they take more surface area preferring slipper sox.

As my older pair had got a bit worn out, I have new official Sanriotown thick ones featuring Miss Kitty (D.C to you) with non slip pads on the soles which will help given the accident I sustained last February.

It's a bit early for any reliable weather forecast but if it warm to quite hot I will most likely pack my satin with lace frills night dress which wouldn't be just probably more comfortable given I'd be in the top of the property but also I so much prefer to wear more overly "girlie" attire where practical when I'm away.

It's not uncommon even mid term to read some story around school uniform rules being breached or even changed covering School Uniform  items and how it's to be worn.

As is the case even now, the length of ones skirt, or the skirt portion of ones pinafore is something that's taken seriously to avoid immodest displays shall we say and this cartoon shows one method of ensuring compliance.

I can remember well a college lecturer explaining how every so often her Mom would have her kneel on the ground to check her pinafore wasn't too short.

As the cartoon text illustrates growth spurts could lead to situations when some fitted them better than others.

While there are no formal rules while away, a certain decorum is expected around others and definitely no "flashes" of underwear and the like

In another world

Another week with it's challenges but after playing that 1972 hit compilation this weekend thoughts did go back in time in our Victorian school building.

This could of been me so easily in actual childhood, sat in class with textbook open upon the wooden desk staring into space, daydreaming which it had to be said wasn't something your teacher way back then was very partial too and most still aren't.

Actually as much is it seen settings such as school as a attention or discipline issue, a lot of research has shown that's it not time wasted so much as time and skills at problem solving and using your imagination that can benefit people.

Of course we can all think of just dreaming up an imaginary world which for some may well be preferable to their only too real one, but that imagination can be channelled into drawing and writing fiction.

Perhaps that's why it doesn't surprise me a good number of those writers and artists tended to fall foul of the school authorities. 

School sports

I never got to  anything like cheerleading at my schools even if  I did to things like Wheelchair Basketball but given just how sassy I was in my mid to late teens, I can easily picture coming back from lively practicing and maybe mouthing off to Mom who if she was anyone elses would  just give me a spanking while on the other hand if I'd of done well given me lots of hugs.

Either way, she'd of been real to me emotional.

Isn't just chilling wearing a pretty skirt so much fun unless you hear that rat-tap-tap at the door with a groan up the other side of it....

Horned edition

During the week I was out and spotted Him with bigger horns!

Seeing I had my camera with me I took this picture, originated on Fuji Superia 200 film which was fun because you had to focus by hand and because of my poor left vision, I normally need a bit on the camera to make things in the viewfinder appear in focus so I could see what I was doing but realized I'd left it behind!
Thankfully I just spotted the point of sharpest focus on his eyes in this picture.

 

Then I spotted his neigh bour being ably looked after in the adjoining stable area which brought back memories cos the last time I had my film camera near horses, one of them stole me camera bag!

It was taken on a big 300mm telephoto lens, supported on a fence on the day realized my tripod (three legged support) was damaged.

If you think the last picture looks a bit more defined that's cos it's scanned at 3637 x 2433 which is over 8megapixels by  Photo Hippo Ltd, in Burnley, Lancashire who took over the Fuji Labs service whose turnaround is quite quick (five days from mailing film Saturday to arriving Wednesday) and comes strongly recommended.

Aproximations

Last week was really rather hectic with sorting out the washing from bring away, storing the case away ready for the next time away and dealing with the many things that didn't get done but we got there.

One thing you've of noticed is some changes of emphasis within what what I'm publishing here as over the years we've gone back and forth around some topics as people and sites have left and new folks come about.

One interesting thing that only by accident I found out was "K" who I know and love in real life who is in a relationship quite openly described hurself as a "sissy" on their social media that has pictures of hur on it although publicly within the group it was never mentioned.

That might of been because of historical (and I also say personally hysterical) antagonism between the LG (Little Girl) community and Sissies to the point some would refuse to share spaces even if we kept things very much around more child-like play, keeping anything remotely sexual well out of things.

When you consider how many may do  "little" and who are in relationships, then plainly people keep the parts apart.

So when I look at that then I can just openly say "I am a sissy" the way I elect to be.

Sometimes it can be classic schoolgirl as it was last weekend, it may be more party frock or may be more satins with lace and bows all with stuffies tossed in.

Girlish ankle socks, traditional knee length socks, white tights or hold up stockings depending what works best or maybe more a mix and match look.

As that gurl, this I'm sure is just how it would play out, in hur outfit, just as ever over a  lap getting hur spanking no doubt when lines were crossed.

That's what I'm more comfortable.