Sometimes, I spill all my secrets, tell all my stories. Sometimes, I hold them tight inside, barely voicing them to myself. I share the sting of the hanger. "Two sets of twelve," he says, "On both sides." I bring you with me for the whoosh of the belt, landing with a firm whack, leaving a … Continue reading I Can’t Tell You
The Tawse
And The Tawse, Oh, My
Yes, that's belts and spoons and The Tawse, oh, my... Meet The Tawse. The Tawse is about 15 inches long, thick and somewhat stiff. And you can see that it's split at the end, then each part of it is split again. Before this week, I had only used it very briefly, just long enough … Continue reading And The Tawse, Oh, My
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