What my eight grade Civics teacher taught me about femdom!

I’ve written before about certain early influences that played a key, key role in shaping my views towards TRUE femdom as they are today – – and I’m thankful for all of them.

Believe it or not, not all these experiences were enjoyable when they occurred – – and I certainly did NOT intended for most of them to occur (case in point being the email about “Shikha and her friend” a couple of emails ago) … but I am glad they did!

The Universe has a grand plan depending upon what you truly desire at the very core of yourself – – in your very DEPTHS – – and this grand plan proceeds … well, “according to plan” if I might say so and is ALWAYS perfect.

And the experience I’m referring to?

Well, in eighth grade I studied “civics” as part of my curriculum at the time. The teacher we had was a haughty, imperious South Indian (or at least of South Indian descent, I’d say!) lady … and while she wasn’t overly domineering with us as kids, she was usually in a bad mood – – and not just with boys alone.

And it was one fine afternoon – – a hot afternoon indeed  — when a lot of us were CRANKY as heck – – and wanted nothing but to get out of the classroom ASAP – – that she was bringing up the topic of “prostitution” as part of the subject matter being taught.

Fair enough, but us (especially boys!) in the eighth grade weren’t interested in it, and we made some snide remarks, and before I knew it, I laughed out loud – not at the topic – – not at the teacher – – but just in general!

Oh my. That was a mistake and a half in any. I’ve often being told in school that I managed to “hide my laughter” while someone else copped it, but on this occasion apparently I didn’t and the others managed to – or Madam noticed ME, and didn’t notice the others – – and did I cop it – – and how??

“How dare you laugh!?” she bellowed out loud, and the class fell into silence. We were still young enough to be “intimidated” at that point … I believe I was nearing 13 or so …

“You! Come to the front of the class, boy!” (obviously, “boy” wasn’t used in a BDSM sense – – or was it? We’ll see!).

At the school I went to, corporal punishment was the norm rather than the exception, and while I’ve written about this before as being commonplace in days bygone – – I do NOT for a minute support it.

I repeat, I do not support it – – and while NO, I do not advocated sparing the rod and spoiling the child, a line needs to be drawn. Some of the punishments we endured when in school (and likely YOU too) would have modern day human rights organizations reaching for their “weapons” most likely – literally!

But it made us tough, and, ah … where was I?

So, there was this one punishment where you’d have to squat down like a “chicken”. It’s hard to describe, but it’s doable if you’re in shape, but it’s an incredibly HUMILIATING position (and truth be told, most kids these days are obese and probably couldn’t do it anyway) – – and she pushed me down to the floor – – in front of the entire class!

This wasn’t as humiliating as it might sound, because plenty of kids were disciplined that day, but that afternoon, I remember a few girls looking on from the front row as I knelt in front of them.

“Not that way! I want you to …”

And furious, my teacher tried to “prod” me into position like a cattle herder into the position she wanted – but couldn’t, and gave up – lest she spend the rest of the class trying!

All this when I did NOT even laugh at her – or the topic – and as I knelt there the remainder of the period, I saw the girl’s legs (remember the “Shikha” email) – – and my teacher’s long, lovely feet (narrow feet – long toes – painted a lovely shade of BRIGHT RED!).

Hair in a bun, imperious demeanor, and lovely feet … and NOT a bad figure – – and a true feminist if there ever was one, and as class ended , she “pulled me up by the ear”.

“How dare you laugh”, she said again, eyes blazing. “IT’s because of men like you that …”

And she left in a huff, as we all prepared to go home – – and the lesson she taught me?

Well, that she’s always right – – even if she isn’t and she wasn’t in that case!

If only she had known that this boy when growing up would be anything but “domineering” towards women – – ladies of the night in general.

If only she had known that Madam Aa Ling would come into my life, and take me in hand like she did!

If only she had known about … ah, but you get the drift.

But then again, even if she had – – I’d probably still be slapped around anyway at that age – – and that, my friend, is another one of those memories that never truly goes away!

Ok – my friend- that is that for now. I’ll be back again soon!

Best,

Mike Watson

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