2020 was certainly a tough year but this did not stop me to live my life, to know myself better and to learn more! Now that finally lockdown is slowly being ease I can not wait for you to know how beautiful London is through my eyes. Make sure to scroll till the end , there is a HUGE surprise for you
I’ve actually slowed down my plant shopping considerably, and I think this is still my most recent plant purchase. Still haven’t given it a personal name. Suggestions are encouraged!
I made a short comic late last year as part of a course at uni and only now trying to think of what to do with it. Idk if I should publish it online, try to get it into an anthology or keep it to create my own anthology. If any of my indie comic/zine peeps have advice here, I’d love to hear it. ✌️
I still remember clearly the first time I was caned at school.
It was during the first term of my secondary education and it was because of Miss Green, a trainee teacher who didn’t know how to control the class. The volume of the murmurs and chattings in class were increasing without her stopping them until suddenly she stared at me (who was sitting in the front row) and sent me to the Headmistress’s office arguing that it was me the one who was disrupting the lesson.
It was completely unfair. Of course I was chatting and not paying attention but just the same of the rest of my mates were doing!
Even worse, she also said that she wanted “an apology from me after my chat with the Headmistress”. That was too much!
I was not willing to look for her after the lessons just to apology besides being unfairly punished. Doing that, would be against my chivalry pride, so I left the classroom willing to ignore that order. I’d rather prefer to cope a second caning from the Head than to submit unfairly to that bitch.
Well at least, those were my thoughts before my first meeting with the cane.
When I managed to get out of the Headmistress office, I could hardly walk. I had burst in tears and my striped bottom hurt like if I were sitting on a grill on fire! The cane hurt much more than the worst of my expectations.
At that moment the words of the teacher asking for an apology resounded in my head and my brain recovered its function.
I had to put my pride aside, there were not way to endure a second punishment like that!
So I went to the toilets, washed my face out and rushed to find Miss Green who was sitting on the corridor’s benches.
I apologized for whatever I had done wrong since the moment I was born. The pain of the scorchers pf my backside looked like being increasing with the pass of time, I think that if she had asked me to kneel and kiss her feet, I would had done it without any doubt.
Years later, I cannot but to think how many times in my life I have had to put my pride aside and… how nice it would had been having to kiss her feet!
I have read your file and I see this is your first detention session. That’s a quite unusual fact for a pupil on his third year of the secondary school and it means that you are usually a well behaved boy so I intend to keep you on the right side by showing you that catching three demerits during the term is a mistake that you shouldn’t repeat again. So let’s start this memorable session. While I make myself a bit more comfortable taking my blazer off please put a chair in the middle of the room, drop your trousers and pants and bend over the back of the chair. I have to confess that I was a bit tempted to be easy on you because of your good file but I have decided that I will better show you my most stern side in order to scare you enough to ensure that you will do your best to avoid any other disciplinary visit to this office in the future.
I bet that a dozen cane strokes of the best as your first corporal punishment experience, will work it out.
