Random Youth Club Frolicking

As many of you know, I have been doing work at the Youth Club lately, mostly teaching dance and performance to my terrifying minions.

Here are some photos documenting just some of my adventures!

Alive Again!

Laura is alive, and has remembered her blog!

To celebrate this momentous occassion, she will do something she has never done before ... post pictures of someone other than herself. These are of some girl called Daniela who used to live in my house and occassionally steal my stuff.

Blog my Dog!

Hi, my name is Biggles. I've just moved into this new pad. It's a pretty sweet place, except there are these two silly humans who think they live here. Not sure how long they'll be staying.

Yesterday I came across some ham just sitting around on the table, and I helped myself to it because that's how I roll. You dig? Peace out.

Biggles.

Nothing to 'Hide'

So, apparently the term "a good hiding" in my previous post may have given the wrong impression. Just to clarify, I did not literally have the hide taken off my bottom. What I got was a good spanking, like always. A bit firmer than I am used to, but nothing too severe.

I hope that clears that up.

Laura of Nottingham

Twang! So I guess this is becoming almost like a monthly blog. Never mind. I'll just bring you up to speed on what I've been doing lately.

This past weekend Patrick and I have been down in Nottingham visiting his family, which was kind of interesting. It's a bit weird for me, given my relatively unstrict upbringing, to be visiting a family where domestic discipline is so common and ordinary. We're talking about a home where furniture has been specifically arranged to allow for efficient punishment (i.e. plenty of empty corners, chairs available etc.)

So that was an experience. Even I didn't manage to escape the weekend without getting myself in trouble for my evil, evil ways. Let's just say I was a bit of a bad influence on one occasion, and that was enough to earn my bottom a good hiding.

Oh yeah, the above picture is from archery at the Youth Club where I have been doing some volunteer work for the past few weeks. Fits in quite nicely with the Nottingham theme, don't you think? But the real question is, who was silly enough to give me a bow and arrow? :P

Last Day!!!

For those of who don't already know, I've decided to leave my job and today is my last day. I guess I enjoy marital bliss so much that I want to devote more time to it! There are a few things out there that I'd like to get more involved in (further details to follow), and even better now that I have more free time I may actually update this blog once in a while. :P

As a send-off, have some pictures of me with my wonderful work colleagues. Don't be strangers! Mwah!

Hold Me Closer, Tiny Hostess

Had a dream last night that I was really tiny. Surprisingly, it was actually quite fun except that I was too small to pour myself a glass of milk. The fact that the glass was also too big for me didn't seem to have occured to me at all. Thankfully, everyone else was still normal-sized, so help was there if I needed it I suppose.

I don't normally remember my dreams, but it's kind of fun when I do. Maybe I should start keeping a dream journal. Think I annoyed Patrick a bit, though.

"Would you still love me if I was really tiny?"
"Yes, dear. Go back to sleep."

I've been playing hostess a bit recently as Patrick's two lovely sisters came to stay for a while. Turns out playing hostess isn't actually that hard, though, when the guests are quite happy to help out with the housework and cooking. They should come and stay more often!

Their upbringing has been pretty strict, so I guess we have that in common. My upbringing wasn't strict, but being with Patrick has given me a good deal of insight I think. I'm not sure if they'll both look for husbands who will be similarly strict with them, though. Can you have too much of a good thing?