The Library of Spanking Fiction: Wellred Weekly
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Items of interest regarding all things spanking
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The Evolution of a Saga  I was inspired to write my first ever-spanking story back in the spring of 1973 after I had been a bit-player during an incident of maternal discipline. This memorable and life-changing episode featured my best friend's sister, Debbie. I was fifteen years old at the time. I can be quite certain of the timing of both the incident and the resulting story as it coincided with the release of Pink Floyd's legendary Dark Side of the Moon. The only reason that I was present to overhear the unfortunate Debbie being spanked was because her brother and I had elected to take the afternoon off from school to listen to the brand spanking new hot-wax as the preferred alternative to poring over Latin verbs in the classroom.Of course, later that evening when I first put pen to paper with regard to matters of spanking I had no possible notion that nearly forty years later I would still be writing about the adventures and, more importantly, the misadventures of that same young lady or that her character would develop into one of the chief protagonists of the lengthy Woody Back to School Unit saga. I am not exactly certain why that particular incident triggered an inspiration in me to go home and write an account of the event. After all, I am a refugee of the last great caning generation and spanking was still relatively commonplace in good old Blighty during my formative years. By the time of the Debbie incident I had witnessed more than my fair share of corporal punishments and I was already very aware and comfortable with my burgeoning inner spanko.  Perhaps it was the combination of the slightly surreal circumstances surrounding the incident that sparked an urge to document it. Her brother and I were playing truant and chilling out to the Floyd masterwork on his father's Bang and Olufsen Beocenter 1400, the surprising sound of their mother's clearly agitated voice emanating from the kitchen when Debbie arrived home from school (Ma was a very cool lady and I had never before even seen her raise an eyebrow in anger let alone her voice), then suddenly mother and daughter emerging from the kitchen, Debbie being marched through the living room dressed in her school uniform and protesting loudly as she was hustled towards the stairs, the sound of a door being slammed closed, and finally the muffled but distinctive sound of Debbie being spanked in her bedroom (she was not taking it quietly). I do not pretend to have any knowledge of the details of what went on in the bedroom and as I say both the closed door and the sounds playing through the Beocenter speakers largely muffled the sound. Nonetheless for a nascent spanko the limited sounds that I overheard were unmistakable; I have a keen ear for this kind of thing. Later, when Debbie was required to sit at table with her brother and I while we were served the quintessential London mid-week supper of fish fingers, frozen peas and oven cooked crinkle fries the look on her face, which can only be described as a mixture of defiance, anger and embarrassment, was indelibly etched into my memory bank for all-time. Whatever squeezed the trigger of my imagination is largely irrelevant. I dashed home and spent the remainder of the evening and most of the night scratching away with my sharpened pencil in a lined exercise book writing my own account of the afternoon's proceedings and the rest as they say is history.     Throughout the remainder of the 1970's and much of the 80's I was extremely prolific. I suspect that from a writing perspective I am not unusual in as much as I started off by writing short stories that each had a very specific beginning, middle and end. Generally these stories started with a single gal getting up to some form of mischief and malfeasance, then subsequently getting caught and culminating in vivid descriptions of her punishment. My initial stories generally featured Debbie but I soon began to expand my repertoire of characters. At risk of sounding like the world's greatest spanko-geek I would like to also briefly touch upon the part that technology has played in the development of the saga. Obviously the developments in writing tools were of great assistance. Having started with pen and paper I quickly progressed to an electric typewriter with a correction capability, before migrating to the word-processor included with the revolutionary Sinclair QL, and then, of course, progressing to the endless next generations of word-processing and Desktop Publishing tools including Word Perfect, Ventura, PageMaker, Word and Pages. However, probably more surprising is that I taught myself computer/database programing by creating the prototype of the cast of characters for the Woody Back to School Unit. I established a whole set of rules and profiles for each of the characters and was able to produce a quite extensive and consistent Punishment Record Book for my imaginary institution that was then known as the Woodland School for Gals. As the cast of characters expanded and evolved I also began to develop my writing style into the longer form allowing the new characters to interact. Many of these characters remain alive and well and continue to get up to mischief in the Woody saga. It was my wife, Jojo, who really inspired and encouraged the final development of the saga. Over dinner she joked that she felt like that she actually knew many of the characters from my stories and suggested that I should re-write some of them and put them in a consistent setting. Over a decade ago I embarked upon this adventure that would eventually grow from stories to a saga that now covers almost forty books and close to a million words.  My hope was to create the Woody Back to School Unit as an imaginative world peopled with a believable cast and set in familiar surroundings within which the readers would become comfortable. I settled upon establishing an adult correctional environment, with a distinctly St Trinian-esque sub-context, to act as the host and home for the stories. The reason for the latter choice is mainly selfish; I am a self-confessed uniform fetishist and while I wanted the saga to be established in an adult context I also wanted to indulge my own penchant for adult women dressed in traditional English schoolgirl uniforms from my youth. It was clear to me from the outset that the only way that a saga would work was to use the voice of the omniscient narrator as for consistency I would ultimately have to present the stories, plots and sub-plots from an over-arching viewpoint. I also wanted to produce some consistency in the tone and voice of the books. The vernacular used in the stories is a combination of the phraseology influenced by numerous forms of writings including the British penny comics from the nineteen thirties such as the Magnet and Gem, authors like P.G. Wodehouse, Evelyn Waugh, Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and Damon Runyon, all melded together with a smattering of current language, slang and idioms. The invented parlance is known as Woody Jargon. As such, references to 'beating', 'thrashing', and 'flogging' have no context to the use or avocation of physical violence, with the exception of controlled corporal punishment, against the characters of the stories. continued...
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