Okay, so this is my first post in like 5 days. I almost forgot how to write words. It’s a Bucket chapter, in which Loki is very well behaved and helpful.

Something was missing when Loki woke up. Something she’d been carrying for weeks. At first, she didn’t know what it was. For a while, she thought it might just be her ability to sit she was missing, as sitting was definitely out of the question. Her bottom was beyond sore, it ached with every breath she took.

The memory of being dragged over Callie’s lap and ruthlessly spanked until she could do nothing but cry quickly hit her through her sleep haze, followed by the stark contrast of the older woman’s comforting embrace and tragic story of how she came to be in the Bucket. Pain, pity and sadness rocketed through Loki before resolving themselves into a strange absence of feeling, a feeling Loki would later come to call ‘the numbness of the well behaved’.

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SPOILER: Don’t click unless you’ve already read the story and you don’t know what a jug is.
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Alyx wrote another installment of the Bucket, and it is fucking epic. Bring tissues.

As Callie lay on her bunk, the anguished sobbing ringing in her ears, she told herself she had no reason to feel regret. She’d been pushed beyond her limit – any sane person would agree with that. The brat had had her restricted to her cell for a whole day with a stranger! She’d made Callie, and everyone else, look like complete fools. Velda was right – Callie had been more than patient and where had it gotten her? Nothing but disrespect from the fish she was supposed to be looking after! Who could blame her for finally snapping?

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So I made this addition to the Bucket series. It is kind of long and kind of harsh. But, on the upside, it also has some quite epic mischief to inspire brats everywhere, (as long as they ignore the consequences.) In this installment we must ask ourselves not only about the prices brats pay when they are disciplined, but what price the top must pay in doing the discipline. *sage nod*

The worst of the best days started innocently enough with breakfast. Breakfast time was a good time at the Bucket. The first of the three meals, both Callie and Ermie looked forward to it in their own special ways. It was a rare morning where both of them didn’t wake early and spend an hour or more waiting for the cell doors to be unlocked, and when the doors finally did open, they quickly went their separate ways to breakfast, which was impressive when one considered that they were both going in the same direction.

“See you at the Iron Pile,” Callie reminded Ermie that fateful morning before they completely lost touch in the swarm towards the food.

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Alyx has been busy again, yes she has! Aren’t we most fortunate that she has been so generous with her story telling time of late? Yes, yes we are.

Wash your hands and clean behind your ears bratlings, it’s time to visit the Bucket.

Who Needs The Board Of Education?

Surprise everyone, I’m going to jail!

(Kidding. I’m totally not going to jail, at least, I hope not, that would really ruin my Sunday.)

But what has happened is that we made a stand-alone site for what has become something of a tag-team series started by Alyx with her ‘Wheels of Justice’ story.

There’s a whole new chapter / pagey thing / installment to read out now, written by Alyx. Yes. By Alyx.

Pulling The Wool Over

EDIT: And now, defying the laws of supply and demand once more, another installment from moi! (This is like a really long rap battle, where the audience remains largely silent, perhaps because they’re in shock, perhaps because they’re standing in the corners touching themselves Damage Control