Bluebell73
25-07-2012, 08:29 PM
On the fatefull night of Saturday the 14th July there was an invitational gathering of spankers and spankees to Barbie's lair deep in the wilds of Fife. Passports were checked to ensure they were up to date so that visitors who didn't belong to Fife could make their escape back to civilisation on Sunday. Full of enthusiasm and armed with a couple of bottles of the vino blanco and some beer I tentatively knocked on the door to gain entrance to the lair. Panic started to creep in when I noticed the gleam in the hosts eye and I was immediately escorted to a quiet part of the kitchen. The host then produced the demon of the Scottish school belt in the form of what is known as the Philps and proceeded to administer six of the best. I thought to myself, well that was sore but with a bit of luck that's it and poured myself a consoling large glass of a very nice New Zealand Sauvignon blanc and joined the party.
I was reasonably content at that moment because Barbie had also joined the party and was getting stuck into a bottle of beer (no taste). I felt safe. After a few moments I turned round to see this somewhat stern lady standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to Barbie's classroom where discipline is normally dispensed. I now know this lady to be Barbie's chief enforcer who she has been training. Anyway I got a summons I couldn't refuse and a few minutes later I was again on the receiving end of the Philps Belt and this lady's favourite paddle. Fortunately there was a bit of a waiting list to use Barbie's classroom and I was allowed out with warm hands and backside to enjoy the rest of my vino blanco.
This course of events was repeated several times over the course of the evening until I was terrified to look in the direction of the stairs in case the chief enforcer was standing there looking in my direction.
I woke up the next morning to find my backside resembling something like the Alpine mountains and valleys and my hands feeling twice their normal size. I returned to Barbie's lair on Sunday Morning to be informed that before I left I would be getting six of the belt from her. All I can say is that it was a fantastic weekend and hope we can have another one soon.
BB73
I was reasonably content at that moment because Barbie had also joined the party and was getting stuck into a bottle of beer (no taste). I felt safe. After a few moments I turned round to see this somewhat stern lady standing at the bottom of the stairs leading to Barbie's classroom where discipline is normally dispensed. I now know this lady to be Barbie's chief enforcer who she has been training. Anyway I got a summons I couldn't refuse and a few minutes later I was again on the receiving end of the Philps Belt and this lady's favourite paddle. Fortunately there was a bit of a waiting list to use Barbie's classroom and I was allowed out with warm hands and backside to enjoy the rest of my vino blanco.
This course of events was repeated several times over the course of the evening until I was terrified to look in the direction of the stairs in case the chief enforcer was standing there looking in my direction.
I woke up the next morning to find my backside resembling something like the Alpine mountains and valleys and my hands feeling twice their normal size. I returned to Barbie's lair on Sunday Morning to be informed that before I left I would be getting six of the belt from her. All I can say is that it was a fantastic weekend and hope we can have another one soon.
BB73