Story: St Lucinda's (bit of everything eventually M/F F/M M/M)
The Guv'nor
series. If it doesn't work, it's back to the drawing board.!
*******
St Lucinda's
I stopped on the road that wound it's way high above the valley below and
breathed deeply. The air was crisp and clear, so different to the smog
and chemicals that were now three hours away in Sydney.
I listened and heard the deafening sound of absolutely nothing. Standing
near the crash barrier that had been erected for the safety of the few
cars that pass this way, I gazed at the valley below. A green quilt
dotted by slowly moving specs. Sheep and horses grazing quietly,
blissfully unaware of fabricated wars, political lies, greed and
corruption, pollution and the concept of screw others before they screw
you.
No need to don my business skirt and "Standard Smile 13/A" to put a
positive spin on this scene. God sure did a good job, at least on this
little part of his universe.
Snuggled up against the foot of a hill, like a cat curled up on the
bottom of the bed, stood an old and imposing edifice - St Lucindas Abbey.
My destination.
It was not quite like the photos I had seen on their website. Every
picture does not tell a story, for they can not tell what can not be
seen.
The Abbey was initially pleasing to the eye. Then I realised that each
turret, each colonnade, conveyed a complexity of human emotion, feeling,
desires. In a strange way, the building at first looked welcoming, then
forbidding.
The Abbey was my destination. My goal? Peace, time to think, and a break
from my normal hurly burly routine of "Accentuating The Positive".
Convincing the public things weren't quite as they seemed. In most cases
it worked. Mary and Joe Smith could sit down in front of the telly,
believing that we had done all we can. It's all about the big picture,
and people like me are the painters.
There was another thing that St Lucindas offers. A caring but disciplined
lifestyle. I had to laugh when I saw that on their website. Reminded me
of the brochure of the Girls Boarding School I went to. Oh there was
discipline all right, especially if mummy and daddy didn't have enough
influence. There was lots of caring too, for those whose parent did.
My parents? Let's just say the school made sure I was well looked after.
When I spoke to the Mother Superior on the phone, she mentioned the
discipline.
Caring but strict." Nothing like a pat on the back to develop character,
if given low enough", she said with a hearty laugh. Rather ominously she
added, "don't worry, I am sure this wont apply to you, and any way, we
allow you to keep your undies on - usually".
And work. Lots of hard physical work.
The Abbey was home to a few monks as well as nuns. Male and female guests
were welcome at the Abbey, and this week there would be two guests,
myself and a young boy aged twenty. The Mother Superior informed me that
the nuns and the monks supervised both sexes. I guess that's why one is
allowed to keep one's undies on I chuckled to myself.
Was she serious about that anyway, or was it just one of those throw away
remarks people sometimes make. A few people have told me I needed a good
smacked bottom, but no one was stupid enough to try.
Maybe they were right. After all, that's why I found myself sitting in my
BMW heading towards the Abbey gates.
**********
A sign on the big oak door said, "Enter" so I did. A nun, probably in her
late fifties was heading down the corridor towards me. A smile lit up her
face, her skin so clear, so fresh.
"Good morning dear, you must be Janice. I am Sister Bernice, so pleased
to meet you. Did you have a nice drive from Sydney? So much different
here isn't it? Don't worry, we'll make sure you don't get bored"
I asked her about my bags which were in the boot of my car.
"Oh don't worry about that dear, you won't be needing anything. We supply
all you need, even clothing and underwear. Probably not quite the sort
you would be used to though" she said with a laugh.
Does everyone here laugh and sound so jolly?
"What about personal effects?" I enquired.
"Such as?"
"Well, make-up, toiletries, that sort of thing"
Again she laughed.
"Oh my goodness, what use are those things here! Now come with me dear
and I will take you to the Mother Superior. Had a bit of a flap on this
morning and she may be a little busy though"
She laughed again.
I was led to another corridor, and there I saw a door marked, "Mother
Superior". Along the wall was a wooden bench. The nun indicated that I
should sit. I did so and watched her knock on the door.
From within came a firm, yet not unpleasant, "Wait please. I will be with
you soon".
The next thing I heard was not so pleasant. It was a rather loud yell. A
male yell. As I looked enquiringly at Sister Bernice, there was another,
slightly higher pitched.
"That's the bit of the flap I was telling you about" she answered my
unasked question. "Jack's such a nice young lad, but he keeps stopping
work to sneak of for a cigarette"
Another loud yell.
"What's happening?" I asked. She smiled.
"Mother Superior is getting to the bottom of the matter you might say"
She laughed again.
"She is whacking him?"
"Well she's not making him a cup of tea that's for sure" she replied.
Three more yells followed. Did I hear right? Did I hear the Mother
Superior say, "You may pull your trousers up now Jack".
The door opened and a rather dishevelled young man came out. He saw us
looking at him. I smiled. I didn't really know what else to do. I think
he was a bit flummoxed, as he nearly fell back into the room out of which
he just came.
I suppose if you were a young man who had just been walloped and
unexpectedly came upon a, if I may say so, an attractive mature woman,
being flummoxed would be quite a natural reaction.
"Oh. Oh...... Em..I'm Jack" he said. This was not quite as easy as it may
sound, as he was trying to smile as though nothing untoward had happened,
attempting to comb his hair with the fingers of one hand, and tuck his
shirt in with the other.
If he would have had a third hand, he would have extended it to me.
However, he completed the task of tucking in his shirt before giving me a
rather exaggerated handshake.
"I'm Janice. Pleased to meet you Jack" I smiled.
Correction.
I deliberately gave him my special smile. I had seen men go weak at the
sight at that smile, but this was the first time I had seen a man, albeit
a very young one, reel back in a mixture of delight and horror.
I can be a bitch at times.
I caught sight of Sister Bernice. She wasn't laughing or even smiling as
she looked at me. I felt like a book being read by a discerning reader.
Mother Superior appeared and turning to Jack said, "You can go now Jack,
but don't let this happen again or I may have to have a word with Father
Brian".
"Yes..I mean no. I mean it wont happen again Mother Superior. I promise.
Em..eh...Goodbye Janice nice to have met you". The vase of flowers on the
small stand he bumped into, wobbled precariously.
I giggled as a he sped away subconsciously rubbing his bum with one hand.
"What do you find funny Janice?" asked the Mother Superior.
This woman was good. Just a few words, and not only did she get her
message across, but she established her credentials and took control
right from the start. I could use someone like that in my line of work
Wonder what she would accept to leave here?
"Sorry Mother Superior, I just found it quite funny, a boy Jacks age
hurrying away rubbing his bottom"
"I see. I think you had better come in while I explain a few things to
you Janice."
********
"Everyone whocomes here, does so for a reason Janice. Jack is no
different to you. I hope it won't, but what happened to Jack could quite
as easily happen to you"
She spoke in a patient manner, her looks and body language making sure I
knew the importance of each and every word. There was no anger, no
bitterness. For the first time in a long time, I felt myself sailing
along with someone else at the helm.
I apologised. Not as some form of damage control, but because I meant it.
The Mother Superior had helped me to mean it.
"Am I going to be punished?" I asked timidly.
Timidly! Me!
She smiled as though she were offering me tea and cakes.
"No Janice. But please be aware of what is required here. Sister Bernice,
please show Janice to her cell"
She must have seen the look on my face.
"Not that sort of cell Janice, just a plain simple room" I smiled with
relief.
However, when we reached my cell, I almost wished for a prison cell. It
probably would have had more furniture in it.
I stood in a room devoid of decoration or comfort. A single hard looking
bed, a picture of the Virgin Mary, a wash basin, and a small table.
My clothes were laid out on the bed.. Khaki shorts and top, an enormous
pair of navy blue bloomers and what looked like a bra.
I looked at Sister Bernice but did not speak. Something told me it was
best not to. I suddenly realized that since that episode with Jack, she
had not spoken a word.
She closed the door, pointed to the clothes and said, "Change please
Janice". An instruction said in a manner that gave nothing away.
I slipped of my T Shirt, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, then
stopped.
"Excuse me, but will you be staying?" I asked
"Yes Janice. I have to make sure of one or two things. Please continue
quickly as we do have a schedule to keep to"
I removed my jeans, turned and put them on the bed with the other
clothes.
I started to say something light hearted, but instead I let out a yell.
Sister Bernices hand had interrupted whatever it was I was going to say.
My hand went instinctively to my bottom.
"What was that for?" I asked in genuine surprise.
"That was for trying to belittle poor Jack. That smile you gave him, you
did that deliberately. You knew how embarrassed he was and you rubbed it
in."
"It was only a joke. I didn't mean any harm Sister" I did my best to
plead my case, but Sister Bernice was made of sterner stuff.
"I should have told Mother Superior or even Father Brian. Think yourself
lucky that I have decided to handle this matter myself my girl", she
said. As she spoke, she picked up my jeans and slowly but surely, slid
the belt from the waistband.
Sydney suddenly seemed a heck of a lot further than three hours away.
****************
It was a rather funny sort of lunch. Not that the food was funny, it was
bloody awful actually, but the atmosphere. We all sat at a long table,
myself, Jack, Sister Bernice and Mother Superior at the head.
There were other nuns as well sitting at the table. Well, all apart from
one who was standing with her hands on her head, and a full plate in
front of her. It was only when we left, that on a nod from the Mother
Superior, she started to eat. Still standing.
What also struck me was that all the nuns, including the Mother Superior
and Sister Bernice, were acting as though nothing had happened. They were
even having little jokes with me and Jack.
Poor Jack. As I wriggled on the hard wooden seat that enabled me to feel
each of the six welts Sister Bernice had left on my backside, I realised
how he felt when he first saw me.
I still had the advantage, I was sure Jack did not know what had happened
to me.
"Sydney hey. Big place Sydney. My gran lives there. In Chatswood. Do you
know Chatswood?"
I smiled, "Yes Jack I know it".
"I have never lived in Sydney, but I have visited my gran a few times. In
Chatswood. That's where she lives. Do you like Chatswood"
"Yes Jack a very nice place" He was nice. Very shy and flustered, but
nice. In some ways, despite his awkwardness, I felt he was more of a man
than most I know. It's easy to be something you are not, it's harder to
be what you are sometimes. Jack was shy and uncomfortable with women, but
he was giving it a shot.
"Have you been here before?" I asked.
"Oh yes, a few times actually. Look after you well here. Apart
from...em...well you know." He went red.
I smiled. Poor Jack. Talking to me knowing that I knew he had been
walloped, but he didn't know that I had been.
I gave a smile as my reply.
"Bit unfortunate really" a false chuckle used as a defence against his
embarrassment.
"Just couldn't resist a quick puff". Another chuckle.
"Oh, bye the way, don't worry about the marks. They will soon go away you
know".
"I am sure they will Jack. You will be all right soon" He looked at me in
surprise.
"Oh no, not mine. Yours I mean. Not bad food this is it?"
Suddenly, I wished I was with his Gran in Chatswood
Mike
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SparkleKitty
>
>This is a bit of an experiment, and if it works it will be an ongoing
>series. If it doesn't work, it's back to the drawing board.!
It will be an ongoing series. :) Trust me on that one! ;)
I love it Mike! It's like you'd be reading a book. Same style. It's very ...
special! From all the stories I've read before. :)
I've never liked stories or pics with nuns getting spanked or stuff like that -
but hell!! seems like you made your point differently, cuz I really enjoyed
reading it! :)
So, by all means, please carry on! *weg* Maybe one day Jack and Janice will have
sex and then maybe Jack will learn how to top a bit? *grins like a cheshire cat*
;)
Hugz and thank you for the story!! :)
~SK
posted only cuz i'm too lazy searching for the email in my address book. hehe
ssp...@webtv.net
says...
>
>This is a bit of an experiment, and if it works it will be an
ongoing
>series. If it doesn't work, it's back to the drawing board.!
>
>
YES! A series, please! Please?
Spark
clamoring shamelessly
Chris M
>series. If it doesn't work, it's back to the drawing board.!
I really enjoyed this Mr Mike, and I do hope you make it into a series.
Chris M
ICQ# 37950995
AOL IM:kittycatgirl1055
email: Chr...@spoiledbrat.com
The Guv'nor
"Chris M" <nos...@newsranger.com> wrote in message
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> In article <3c0b60b1$0$21615$afc3...@news.optusnet.com.au>, The
Guv'nor says...
> >
> >This is a bit of an experiment, and if it works it will be an ongoing
> >series. If it doesn't work, it's back to the drawing board.!
> >Mike
Thanks Chris - and everyone else who has responded. I have a few ideas in
mind, but I warn you, it will not be an action packed series with
spankings in every paragraph. I would like to develop the atmosphere and
characters a little bit more to give the events more relevance.
Until two years ago, I used to work every saturday at an aged persons
hostel run by an order of nuns. They were lovely people and I was even
able to communicate to them my need for guidelines.
Of course, physical punishment was never involved, and if they did give
extra work when I told them I needed it, it was usually balanced by extra
cups of coffee, tea, biscuits, cake etc.
In other words, there was a sense of discipline, but an even greater
sense of genuine care. What I particularly liked was the fact that they
knew that not only was I not Catholic, I was't even religious. Even if
they wanted something cleaned in the Chapel, they would ask if I minded
first.
So using a bit of artistic licence, and baring in mind the nature of this
group, I want to try and portray not just the discipline, but also the
understanding and care.
The Guv'nor
"SparkleKitty" <nos...@newsranger.com> wrote in message
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> So, by all means, please carry on! *weg* Maybe one day Jack and Janice
will have
> sex and then maybe Jack will learn how to top a bit? *grins like a
cheshire cat*
I was thinking of writing a sex scene, but my memory is not all that good
these days!
BTW, I deliberately chose not to describe the main players in too much
detail, as I think when it comes to spanking stories, it is fun for the
reader to visualise the characters as they wish them to be.
I did have a 20 year old Hugh Grant in mind for the role of Jack though.
headkase
The Guv'nor <newpers...@dingoblue.net.au> wrote in message
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this is a good scenario to do in instalments
you can go anywhere with it really
i enjoyed how easily it rolled along
can i ask
have you worked out why you write from a woman's perspective
headkase
The Guv'nor
"headkase" <wog...@optusnospamnet.com.au> wrote in message
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>
> can i ask
>
> have you worked out why you write from a woman's perspective
>
> headkase
I have it figured. It's because I can design a woman to my
specifications, guidelines and Quality Control Measures. I can make her
do what I want, when I want, in a way that I want.
Joking aside, there is a fair amount of truth in that. I like
discipline/spanking to evoke certain feelings, attiudes and images in a
woman. By writing from a female perspective, I am creating what I want a
woman to feel.
Also, I think there is a defence mechanism involved. Rather than writing
as me, I write as a femail. My friends have always been femail, so in a
way, I identify more with femails than to men. Oddly enough, one of my
few male creations was Lord Warne, who I would hate to think bore any
resemblance to me!
SparkleKitty
>
>BTW, I deliberately chose not to describe the main players in too much
>detail, as I think when it comes to spanking stories, it is fun for the
>reader to visualise the characters as they wish them to be.
>
>I did have a 20 year old Hugh Grant in mind for the role of Jack though.
>
*grins* Now that's quite a coincidence Mister. hehe Cuz that's what I've kinda
imagined. A Hugh Grant with dark blond hair lol Damn, yes, Hugh Grant IS the one
to have in mind for such a clumsy character! ;)
And the girl... for the girl I had nothing in mind but a mignone with very dark
green eyes. hehe ;)
Best
SK :)
SparkleKitty
Mike warns:
>I have a few ideas in
>mind, but I warn you, it will not be an action packed series with
>spankings in every paragraph. I would like to develop the atmosphere and
>characters a little bit more to give the events more relevance.
I agree with you!! I also found it very hard in "Tomorrow's another day" to put
the spanking scenes inside. Sometimes you just need to let it flow freely,
wihout trying to 'force in' a spanking scene. That might fuck up the whole
story.
So, Mike, go for it! I might be spanking addicted, but i am more story addicted
when the story is GOOD! hehe ;)
Best
SK :)
Morgane
The Guv'nor <newpers...@dingoblue.net.au> wrote in article
<3c0b60b1$0$21615$afc3...@news.optusnet.com.au>...
> This is a bit of an experiment, and if it works it will be an ongoing
> series. If it doesn't work, it's back to the drawing board.!
This looks like a sucessful experiment to me : )
Morgane
headkase
>
> "headkase" <wog...@optusnospamnet.com.au> wrote in message
> news:3c0c3d00$1$19078$afc3...@news.optusnet.com.au...
> >
> > can i ask
> >
> > have you worked out why you write from a woman's perspective
> >
> > headkase
>
> I have it figured. It's because I can design a woman to my
> specifications, guidelines and Quality Control Measures. I can make her
> do what I want, when I want, in a way that I want.
>
> Joking aside, there is a fair amount of truth in that. I like
> discipline/spanking to evoke certain feelings, attiudes and images in a
> woman. By writing from a female perspective, I am creating what I want a
> woman to feel.
>
> Also, I think there is a defence mechanism involved. Rather than writing
> as me, I write as a femail. My friends have always been femail, so in a
> way, I identify more with femails than to men. Oddly enough, one of my
> few male creations was Lord Warne, who I would hate to think bore any
> resemblance to me!
>
> Mike
i find it real interesting because i am having trouble writing from any
other perspective but mine
one thing i would like to do is attempt to write something similar to
Jeanette Winter
written on the body
where the perspective being written from is neither female or male
but just the lothario lover
i like that perspective .
now i have a question
do you really think you get into a woman's head
or
is it a mans perspective of what a woman should feel
or you would like them to feel
another thing i find interesting about this
is that you in no size shape or form
come across transgender
(because you aint)
but transgender guys do write from the female perspective
yet not in the same way you do.
none of this is making too much sense
but i am just sort of wondering
headkase
The Guv'nor
> i find it real interesting because i am having trouble writing from any
> other perspective but mine
> one thing i would like to do is attempt to write something similar to
> Jeanette Winter
> written on the body
> where the perspective being written from is neither female or male
> but just the lothario lover
> i like that perspective .
Follow The Drinking Gourd?
> now i have a question
> do you really think you get into a woman's head
> or
> is it a mans perspective of what a woman should feel
> or you would like them to feel
> another thing i find interesting about this
> is that you in no size shape or form
> come across transgender
> (because you aint)
> but transgender guys do write from the female perspective
> yet not in the same way you do.
Back in the early days of last century, there was an Australian
heavyweight boxer called Bill Squires, who fought Tommy Burns for the
World Title. An interviewer once asked him what was the secret of his
success; style, training, technique? Bill replied, "I just 'its 'em"
In some ways that concept applies to a lot of things I do, including
writing. In business the main aim is to get results, in writing, the aim
is to convey what is in your head. How you do it is up to you, but if you
can do it without too much fuss or performance, so much the better.
When I write for pleasure, "I just 'its 'em". I never plan a story with
the same care as I would a business document. In many cases, I start with
just one line or phrase that for some reason comes into my head. Other
times, little fragments of an idea or concept pop up and say, "What About
Me?".
Then I sit down and write. No particular structure in mind, I just write
and let it develop. Much of my work is based on a persons thoughts or on
dialogue. In real life, conversations are rarely planned in advanced,
responses are not premediated. So, I try to be spontaneous, write the
story, do a quick spell check and hit the send button.
If I try to tidy it up or structure it correctly, then one thing leads to
another. In the end, I don't have a human story, I have a technically
correct business document, and I create enough of those without having it
intrude ito my leisure time.
Some people may not like my "write and send" style, but I do. My stories
do not appeal to many people anyway, and those who do like them,
appreciate what I am doing and why. In many ways I write for a specific
and limited audience. Anyway, when it comes to my detractors, if I wanted
an effective business doucument or presentation, I would be my first
choice, and they wouldn't even be also rans.
I don't know if I truly get inside a womans head, only a woman could
answer that. Yes, I may be creating a woman according to my wishes, have
them feel or think the way I would want them to. When it comes to women
and discipline, the role of the woman is important to me. What she
thinks, what she feels, how she reacts, her exposure to real life
school/domestic discipline and how she feels about it. Maybe that's the
answer.
Also, as I have said, in many of my stories, although the words and
feelings are contained in a womans head and body, the feelings are mine.
When we have coffee, are you going to bring along a questionairre:)
headkase
little headkase reverie
*where's that going to? and what's it do? and why does it go there? how does
it get there?*
get the picture?
sorry
i didn't mean for the question to sound offensive
i was just wondering about getting into a woman's head from your perspective
i have occasionally triedget out of my head and put myself into another
but only as an unsustained intellectual exercise.
my writing reflects me cause i am going through a self absorbed period i
guess
headkase
ps
i to start with a phrase and just write from there, everything seems to flow
that way
and i wasn't saying i didn't appreciate your writing style
aks!
>
The Guv'nor
> little headkase reverie
>
> *where's that going to? and what's it do? and why does it go there? how
does
> it get there?*
>
> get the picture?
>
> sorry
> i didn't mean for the question to sound offensive
> i was just wondering about getting into a woman's head from your
perspective
> i have occasionally triedget out of my head and put myself into another
> but only as an unsustained intellectual exercise.
> my writing reflects me cause i am going through a self absorbed period
i
> guess
>
> headkase
>
> ps
> i to start with a phrase and just write from there, everything seems to
flow
> that way
> and i wasn't saying i didn't appreciate your writing style
Oh heck, hk, there was nothing offensive in your post or questions
whatsoever. I liked your questions in fact and they made me think about
what you asked.
I wasn't replying to you so much, but more answering your questions to
myself. If anything did strike you as defensive on my part, it was not
aimed at you or anyone who posts to this group.
Let's just say that other people claim, "Lurkers support me in e-mail",
in my case it's the opposite and it's been going on for about a year. I
find it quite amusing and try to guess what addy they will use next.
You have a knack of saying a lot in a few words, I very much enjoy your
writing and your style.