Fantasy Lives of Spanko Girls

Private Life and Play — By Adele on 28 March, 2006 4:23 pm

You will, I think, be amused to find out that I’ve kept a diary since I was 11 years old. That’s not remarkable in itself, of course. What’s more interesting is that I’ve kept all the pages, all the notebooks – everything. None of them are pink: I’m more of a sky blue and salad green sort of girl, although the colour pink undoubtedly has its place in life.

Anyway, what’s interesting about my diary is that I know for a certain fact that quite a few of the entries in it are pure fiction: my life was pretty uneventful, so I entertained myself by writing out the glamorous existence that could compete with how kids lived in American highschool dramas. (*cough*90210*cough*). Besides, I was a kinky little pervert, and I invented heaps of spankings that various non-existent authority figures administered to me, plus some spankings for my friends. (My friends did get spanked on occassion, and usually did come to me for comfort, but the scenes I described were far more elaborate. Plus, some of the friends are imaginary. Plus, sometimes we got spanked together.)

I also described myself spanked at school, which was particularly amusing, because, of course, I had no idea how CP in schools was done when it was done. I’m not sure whether the names of the teachers I used were real or not, but if they are – ooh boy, I’m in for a law suit if this ever comes out. (I doubt any of them are real, though, ’cause they’re all men, while my school had about three and a half male teachers throughout all my time there.) I had this charming habit of forging diary entries until about age 14, at which point the exercise lost its appeal.

But the weird thing is that with some of the entries, I’m not sure whether they are true or part of my whacky 11-year-old imagined world. Seriously. There are entries that look like the events could have happened, yet I’m not sure they have happened.

For example, did my friend Tina and I bunk off lessons to see Titanic or not? Did Tina get spanked for it or not? This is the sort of thing she and I might have done, and it’s certainly the sort of thing Tina’s mum would have whipped her for if it became known. I vividly remember comforting her under similar circumstances, so it’s a pretty realistic scenario. Yet, it’s also exactly the kind of scenario that I would have made up at that time, and I’ve no memory of watching Titanic with Tina. So did it happen? Or not?

I don’t think I’ll be posting any of my diary here, by the way, not even the rabid fictional parts. They’d lose in translation, and to be honest, they are not that well-written. If I find something particularly twisted, hot, or hilarious, I might share the general idea with you, or maybe re-write it in a more grown-up fashion. And don’t worry, it will be marked as fiction.