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Promoted to occasional wearing of trousers! Told to spend some time in the corner to think about the privilege and the correct way to behave to ensure that privilege is not taken away.
Hyperlapse video to show my corner time. Set a timer on my phone, didn't realise that it would go off silently when recording, so I spent an extra 4 minutes in the corner, on top of the 10 instructed!
I definitely need to get some shorter shorts. My old pair don't fit any more and the only pair I have (out of many) that fits are these, in my opinion they're a little long
Ready for home economics! Apron on to keep my uniform looking just so.
I'll let you know how well it works!
It worked! The velcro tie stopped me looking scruffy after all the moving about. No chance of it loosening!
Ready for home economics! Apron on to keep my uniform looking just so.
I'll let you know how well it works!

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Ready to clean! I'd better not make a mess of my uniform or there'll be hell to pay!
There was a difference of opinion over the standard of cleaning! Some time against the wall to contemplate the proper grade of cleaning to be expected, nose holding a sheet of paper to make any movement apparent and a gag to ensure there's no further argument
What do you think? I quite like the casual look, although I think there's few occasions where it would be appropriate
Bumping into Friends as an Adult Schoolboy
Last night was another one of my regular trips to the monthly spanking event in a local gay bar. I’ve been doing this for months now - wearing my full school uniform on the journey too - and the mixture of thrill and vulnerability never quite fades.
This time I wore my purple uniform. I started, as always, by pulling up my high-waisted white y-fronts nice and snug to my belly button, tucking in my white vest. Then came the plain grey shorts (worn high on the waist as usual), plain grey knee socks pulled straight and neat, my crisp purple blazer and matching tie, sleeveless jumper, and finally my brown T-bar shoes.
Standing in front of the mirror, I felt that familiar rush. An adult man dressed like a proper old-fashioned schoolboy - the high shorts, the formal blazer, and those distinctly childish T-bars still make me feel so small and prissy.
I stepped into the lift feeling excited, took a couple of photos of myself, and then unexpectedly the lift stopped halfway down. To my horror, an acquaintance from the building got in. My face instantly burned. I’d briefly wondered about dashing out and taking the stairs, but now I was stuck. He looked me up and down, said hello, and asked how I was without commenting on my outfit. We quickly realised we were both heading towards the same street in town. He was meeting friends at a nearby bar, while I was off to my kink event. That meant we’d be walking together.
The fantasy of being seen in uniform instantly turned into a very real, very exposing experience. I felt incredibly self-conscious next to him in his casual clothes. I tried to keep the conversation flowing naturally, though at one point I offered him an easy out, saying he didn’t have to walk with someone dressed so unusually. He smiled and asked if I was the one feeling nervous. I admitted I was a bit embarrassed but said I was okay, and we carried on. By the time we reached the gay area the initial panic had eased a tiny bit. I still felt silly and conspicuous, but it was starting to feel almost normal.
The event itself was lovely. Being in uniform in a space where it’s understood felt comforting after the public walk. There were only a couple of others in school gear, but I felt far less exposed than outside. I spent a wonderful four hours meeting folk, including moments with my shorts and white briefs down around my ankles, getting thoroughly spanked by the headmaster and several other gentlemen.
On the way home I stopped in the main gay area for a few photos while people walked past. Then I bumped into another acquaintance heading into the village. I explained I was on my way back from a kink event, cheeks flushing again. Shortly after, one of my best friends texted saying he was out in the area for karaoke and asked if I wanted to join. I told him I was still dressed in full uniform and felt far too self-conscious to join him in a regular bar. He joked that we could always sing something from Matilda the Musical if I changed my mind. Part of me really wanted to see him, but the embarrassment won out.
Just two blocks from home I ran into more friends - including someone new I rather fancied - which brought the self-conscious feeling rushing back. There I was in my school uniform at 11pm, heading to bed while they were all off having a night out. Once inside I took a final photo of the marks on my bottom for the headmaster, changed into my pyjamas, and slipped into bed feeling sore, belittled, and humble. This was the most unintentional exposure with people I knew I'd ever had in uniform.
This really is the life of an adult schoolboy.
What do you think? I quite like the casual look, although I think there's few occasions where it would be appropriate
Good boys keep their:
- socks gartered
- shoes polished
-collar fastened
- shorts short
- snake belt fastened
- shirt tucked in
- tie tight
- jumper embarrassingly bold
Even for simple errands.

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Today was a quick trip to the shops for lunch in a loud red blazer. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a straining in my white briefs as I pulled my shorts on, tightened my tie and fastened all the buttons on my blazer. The buckle shoes always give me a mixture of joy and embarrassment.
I walked outside in my blazing red blazer. It's strange how something that I would have felt terrified to do several weeks ago has become enjoyable. I used to just get excited before and after my schoolboy outings, and mostly nervous during. But today I felt the thrill of being dressed in my smart uniform for the whole journey.
I didn't even hesitate this time walking into the shop and picking out my food. The nerves are still there. I did use the self-checkout rather than a cashier though, and when I spotted a handsome gay acquaintance I avoided bumping into him, but I'm slowly getting braver about letting people see my adult schoolboy side. After all, I feel cute and happy when I'm dressed like this.
With my lunch in hand, I headed to the park to feed the ducks and snap a few photos in my boyish outfit. I wonder what the goose made of me!
I find myself wanting to push my comfort zones even further, getting used to being dressed as a smart school boy for errands. Wearing louder and more distinctive uniforms and smart childish outfits.
I would welcome ideas for outings and outfits that would help me practice building my confidence more in this way. I found that reactions from the public have been positive, and want to keep acclimatising to dressing like a good boy. I'm more likely to do small incremental changes than something radical.
How did I end up in the middle of a park holding my underpants up to a camera? Read on...
A Parcel from Sir
Sir called me in the morning. “I’ve got a parcel for you, boy. Put on your blue uniform and collect it from your building’s reception.”
My stomach fluttered. I started with the underwear as always: the high-waisted traditional white y-fronts pulled up so the thick waistband sat almost to my belly button, the plain white vest tucked neatly inside, and the pink chastity cage locked firmly in place underneath. Only then did I dress in the rest of the uniform - crisp blue polycotton shirt, navy and light blue striped polyester tie knotted neatly, grey sleeveless jumper, navy blazer with brass buttons, grey wool socks with navy stripes pulled high, black T-bar shoes, and the straw boater waiting in my leather satchel. As I get in the lift, I note how prim and proper I look.
Exiting the lift and avoiding gazes from neighbours, I walk towards reception where an attractive Eastern European man in his forties is manning it. Heart racing, I walked up to the counter, hoping he wouldn’t notice my shorts or buckled shoes. When I asked for the parcel, he handed it over with a warm smile. I couldn’t tell if it was kind, a smirk, or slightly flirty. My cheeks burned as I thanked him and hurried away, stuffing the parcel into my satchel.
Next, Sir sent me to the supermarket for lunch. I felt anxious walking down the street, as people glanced. I found myself repeating the mantra "I'm a good preppy traditional boy" to myself to soothe my nerves. With a deep breath I entered the shop, and bought a sandwich and some fruit, feeling painfully conspicuous. Men around me wore hipster casual clothes, with styled hair and beards, while I stood clean-shaven in my neat school uniform. I paid quickly and headed to the park.
Once there, I texted Sir. He told me to put on my straw boater. I obeyed, blushing harder as I placed it on my head. He asked how I felt. I admitted I felt silly. He jokingly said perhaps it was because was too warm in my jumper.
"Since you're changing outfits, how about a photoshoot". I knew this wasn't merely a suggestion. I set up my camera in the park, ensured not too many people were looking, and snapped away. Blazer on, then off to reveal the jumper, then the jumper removed too, posing in just the blue shirt and tie with the boater still on. Finally, a standing photo with blazer and hat back on, buckle shoes standing out.
After I had sent them, Sir video-called. “Time to open the parcel, boy.”
I sat on the log and opened it eagerly, hoping it might finally be some PE kit so I could wear something more relaxed occasionally. Instead, six crisp pairs of plain white high-waisted y-fronts popped out - traditional, bulky, and embarrassingly childish.
Sir smiled on screen. “Since these are your everyday underpants now, you need more. Hold them up and thank me properly.”
Face flushed deep red, I lifted the packets toward the camera. “Thank you, Sir... for my new y-fronts,” I murmured, voice tight with humiliation. The cage throbbed as I sat there in full uniform, straw boater on my head, displaying my new supply of little-boy underwear in public.
Mercifully it was time to walk home. I had to pass reception again. I kept my head down, avoiding the attractive receptionist’s gaze, cheeks still burning as I hurried past in my neat schoolboy outfit. I could see this was set to become a routine for me, and that as I acclimated the duration and humiliation levels would only get worse.
"A few changes are going to be made here, and this uniform is one of them. Now get up, it's time to go."
"Off to the furniture shop to buy a smaller, more appropriate bed. You need to be reminded of your new status, even at night"
Boys, don’t forget to put your garters on to keep your socks neatly pulled up!
Perfect for when the elastic starts to fail on your favourite socks 😊

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Awaiting bedroom inspection
"Eyes front, head up! Two strokes already, oh dear"
You can stand there until you dad get home.
But mum I’m sorry, please don’t tell dad.
Tell him, I’m going to make sure you get the longest and hardest bare bottom spanking of your life, we’ve both been to easy on you lately.
What a handsome uniform he gets to wear too!