A Brief Update From UDCFWG

Feb 22, 2017 by

Remember how gorgeous our view was the middle of last week?

 

Early Friday morning, the fog trolls stole all the water out of the sound.

 

So the girls did crafts while I put on my Weather Dragon hat and made them put it back.

 

Later that morning … there.

 

That’s better. (A present from one of the campers. She knows me quite well, doesn’t she?)

 

So into town for a bit of culture.

 

Oh. Yes.

We did not stay too long, though, nor absorb overmuch of the culture.

And here is hoping that everyone had as good a week as my campers and I did.

All for now.

Uncle Dev

 

 

 

 

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Meanwhile, at Uncle Dev’s Camp For Wayward Girls . . .

Feb 18, 2017 by

It’s another beautiful day here at Uncle Dev’s Camp for Wayward Girls!

I know you all would like an update, so I am happy to report on the various naughty escapades of my sisters and their intrepid Camp Director.

Our first full day (and every day at UDCFWG) had the campers roused from their beds with a stinging reveille.  One camper’s reveille was a bit lengthier, but once she disclosed the location of the Director’s implement bag, the stinging abated.

Our camp day included an emergency run to Lowe’s, where one angelic camper was testing Uncle Dev’s hand-eye coordination by tossing him random items off the shelf.  Fire shooting from his eyes, our steely Director called Ellie’s name not once, not twice, but thrice.  After the third recitation with no response,  Uncle Dev performed his trademark “Swishlack!” movement.  At that point, our little Ellie turned around most abruptly, and several shoppers were seen grinning from ear to ear.  The above-named miscreant, however, was not so enthralled, and spent her lunch hour sitting on a block of ice.

On to the beach, where the campers were directed to run wildly through the sand on orders to fly a giant dragon kite in no wind.  Campers were then instructed by example how to fall safely while running.  This necessitated a break for refreshments.

Once fortified, our merry band wended its way back to camp, picking up random stickers on the way and decorating the back of UD’s camp sweatshirt with exhortations to try God, and other salubrious statements, causing our stalwart leader to loudly intone, “Well, I know two little girls who are going to nap with very sore bottoms.”  Out in public, y’all.  Loudly.  

Once a very sore naptime was over, it was time for dinner.  And not just any dinner, a lovely steak dinner.  But before dinner, there must be cocktails.  And what are cocktails without a little nosh to go with them?  But how would our bartender, Danger McSteel (I swear, that’s what his name tag said!) know to set the official snack of Wayward Girls everywhere in front of us?

Dinner was a lovely treat, as it always is at our favorite eatery, and Uncle Dev read us a very nice bedtime story (part of the restaurant scene with June and Randall in Spanked In Her Dreams, some of which was eerily similar to what had just happened in our group) and then he tucked us all in – after the required (HE says) bedtime spankings for everyone. 

Best wishes to all and more later,

from Audrey

 

 

 

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Uncle Dev Will Be Busy For A While

Feb 15, 2017 by

It isn’t as though I don’t always have plenty to do, but for the next couple of weeks, I will be putting on my Counselor In Chief hat for UDCFWG, as well.

If you missed the memos, that stands for Uncle Devlin’s Camp For Wayward Girls.

And are they ever! Wayward, I mean. And stubborn. And recalcitrant. And mischievous. And naughty. And a whole lot of fun to spank.

The girl above must have been all those items, all at once, to earn a spanking after a serious caning.

And if I didn’t know better, I’d say those were my hands in the photo. (Thanks, Audrey!)

Anyhow, I’ll stop in when I can.

All for now.

Uncle Dev out.

 

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Feb 14, 2017 by

This might be begging the “chicken or egg” question, but it’s true enough. And cute, besides.

 

I’ve used this lovely Valentine’s Day greeting before, possibly more than once. I’ll probably use it again.

 

But I just found this gorgeous billet doux from the ever delightful Pandora Blake. She obviously took great pains to wish us all a happy Valentine’s Day, and I wish her the same and more.

And to all you wonderful blite denizens and usual suspects – here’s hoping there’s a warm spanking for you today, or at least in your very near future, either to give or receive.

That is all.
Devlin out.

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Skirt, Tawse, And Nae Trews

Feb 12, 2017 by

 

This woman is wearing a skirt. Scots women wear skirts. Well, not all the time. (As I typed that last word, it came out “tayme” in my head)

 

Scots men, some of them, and men who want to look like Scotsmen, wear kilts. Sometimes these men do not wear anything under the kilt. This commando style is called “nae trews,” meaning without trousers. This bonny lass has taken a page from the men’s book.

 

She looks rather pleased with herself for doing so. However, she has reckoned without her mentor and his tawse.

Tawse

The tawse, sometimes formerly spelled taws (the plural of Scots taw, a thong of a whip) is an implement used for corporal punishment. It was used for educational discipline, primarily in Scotland, but also in schools in the English cities of Newcastle upon Tyne, Gateshead, Manchester and Walsall.

 

This implement, known as a belt in some schools, can be quite effective.

I can attest to that fact, as can several women of my acquaintance.

 

As you can see, the chap with the gloves knows exactly what he is about. Note that each taw (see definition above) covers but does not overlap her far cheek, so as to keep the sting on the sit spot while avoiding unsightly marks to her hip. He has done this before.

 

It makes my heart soar to see an expert at work, it really does.

 

I’ve not the vaguest idea what, if anything, this young lady did to deserve having her bottom scorched so soundly.

 

 

But I can’t help thinking that this was not the only or the last time that Mr. Gloves paid this sort of attention to her lovely situpon.

 

And I can only hope, for both their sake, that he will take those gloves off when the photo shoot is finished and help her soothe those splendidly striped cheeks.

That is all.

Devlin out.

 

 

 

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