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STEP INTO MY STUDY

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It has been a labour of love decorating my study/punishment room with just the right furnishing and implements. I aim to recreate the den of a retired headmistress or maiden aunt with a rather keen interest in spanking and discipline. 

 

 

 

Not an obvious room, but one which reveals itself to you the longer you spend in there and the closer you look. Not everything is on show here. My collection of wooden hairbrushes, leather paddles and straps, for example, are hidden away in drawers, so you won’t see those at first, but you may feel them later. 

 

 

You may be made to bend over headmistress' desk, with its leather-inlaid top, and hold on for dear life while you count your caen strokes.

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I also have a lovely wooden school desk, original marks scratched into its surface with a compass point, perfect to take you back to afternoons under the watchful eye of Miss, writing lines during detention, or playing up in class and about to be caught and sent to the headmistress. 

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Ther4 is nothing quite like the squeak and groan of vintage leather, and in an alcove of the room is a comfortable old leather sofa, perfect for putting you across my knee. 

 

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My study is a quiet, calm space, where you are transported back to a time and a place far away from the constant alerts and demands of nagging technology and modern living. When you enter this room you can forget all of that for a while. Apart from my voice, and the impact of whichever implement I am using, once you are inside this room the only sounds you will be aware of are the ticking of the clock, my footsteps and your heartbeat  as you wait, bent over, for the next strike. My study should be a timeless place you fear to enter, but that once you have left, you want to revisit, like the recesses of your imagination where you keep your most secret and precious fantasies of punishment and redemption.

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