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A Strict Household
Amanda, from UK, sent a long and interesting letter on the subject of domestic discipline and punishment in her household:-
“I am a firm believer in old-fashioned methods when it comes to maintaining order in our household and my husband Andrew, who is 12 year my junior, is in no doubt about who is in charge. I punish only when it is merited, but if discipline is required I do not hesitate to deliver it. Although Andy’s behaviour has improved considerably since our marriage, he still finds himself over my knee for a long, hard spanking or bare-bottom over his little punishment stool for a good strapping at least once every few weeks.
For serious infractions, I will inform him that we are going to have one of our “punishment weekends”. He dreads these the most and does his very best to avoid collecting sufficient demerits to warrant one. On these occasions, his punishment will begin when he arrives home from work on Friday evening and will continue until Sunday night.
He usually gets back from the office around six thirty in the evening and he will be sent immediately to change into one of his “punishment outfits”. I keep a selection of items which are designed to make him feel childish or embarrassed, and which help to remind him that he is no longer being treated as an adult but, rather, as a naughty little boy who is going to be disciplined. His punishment wardrobe includes tight little shorts, a baby outfit, a schoolgirl’s pinafore, pantyhose, frilly knickers and so on. I will decide what combination of these he will wear and he absolutely hates all of them! I do find however that it helps to strip away all of his mannish arrogance and macho pride, so it is a contrite and red-faced little man who comes down to greet me in the living room after getting dressed.
Once he is suitably attired, it is time for him to take his pants down and bend over his punishment stool for a good hard strapping which inevitably leaves him howling and pleading. Then its off to the corner for thirty minutes before being sent off to bed in the spare room without supper at seven thirty sharp. The rest of the weekend is spent carrying out chores and cleaning around the house. When these are completed, the remainder of his punishment time is spent writing essays or lines, copying texts from various women’s magazines, or simply standing or kneeling in the corner. He is spanked on his already tender bottom or thighs whenever required throughout the day and without fail before bedtime, which remains at seven thirty – or earlier if need be. As you can imagine, by the time Monday morning comes around, he is very glad to change back into his work clothes and return to the adult world as a better behaved and extremely contrite young man.
I should stress that we are both deeply in love and have a relationship which neither of us would change for anything in the world. Our lifestyle is obviously not for everyone and we are sharing it only for the enjoyment of your readers and not as something which should be judged. We greatly enjoy reading your interesting blog and the excellent artwork which you present. Please keep up the good work!”
I would like to thank Amanda for a very long and interesting letter (the above is only an excerpt). I was particularly interested in the use of punishment outfits to remove male pride. This is a topic which has been mentioned by other female dominants as a way of getting an otherwise arrogant male into a more “submissive headspace” and I shall be interested to hear other views or comments on the subject. The above photo was not sent by Amanda but serves to illustrate the letter! Anyone else care to share? I would especially like to hear from our lady readers. (We know what most of you naughty boys think! ).
February 17, 2005 | Permalink
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I bow to no man,panty clad or otherwise,in my enjoyment of the ubiquitous Widgets...I do have a question for the lovely Ms. Rachel...
Gore Vidal once wrote, "after 40,the Death watch"...since a.j. at 66 is at least beginning to approach Time's winged wastebasket...how do you treat him now as against say 10 years ago?...(ok,more than one question...:)) are you pro-active or re-active when it comes to his health?...and finally,do you see a time when this Kink becomes un-practisable due to age or heath?...
Posted by: Sassypants | Jul 3, 2009 10:17:15 PM
Robert:
You MUST have deserved what you received. Be very thankful to Linda for taking care of you. As a sign of thankfulness you should clean the house for her. Secondly to remind you to behave you should beg her to paint your toe nails Red so you will remember what your butt will look like when you wise off. On the weekend she may do your finger nails.
Rachel
Posted by: Rachel | Jul 2, 2009 11:37:47 PM
LIKE AN ARTIST ON A CANVAS
Saturday being “cleanup the demerits day”, I’m sitting on a prickly door mat with my nude ,on fire, and tenderized bottom. I’ve just receive two sessions of forty whacks, otk with Linda’s favorite implement, the dreaded long handle bath brush. The rubber teats of the mat cause constant pain. It is very difficult to type while one is squirming in agony. We’ve missed a couple of Saturdays in a row but Linda recorded my self centered, selfish , egotistical, and arrogant acts for the last three weeks. I am writing these lines 250 times: “Skipping Saturday punishments is not a reason for me to increase the degree of my arrogance while on vacation.” It took me two very painful hours to finish. I proudly handed the papers over to Linda and she quickly glanced at them, and pointed to the wooden chair, telling me to put both my hands flatly on the seat of the chair. I pleaded saying that my bottom felt as if it will explode. All I heard was “TSK,TSK,TSK.” That usually means: “Do as I say, or you’ll get a double dose “ I quickly placed my hands in the middle of the seat and she then used a wood handled razor strop to severely apply 40 swats. Afterwards I was 20 minutes standing in the corner awaiting the second set of 40 smacks. Linda was humming the tune from the movie “Singing In The Rain”, where Gene Kelly Sang “ Gotta Dance Gotta Dance.” This meant she was about to use my hard wood fraternity paddle on my ass. I assumed the position with my hands flat on the seat of the chair, presenting my oozing bottom as a target. Using tennis- like (two handed) swings with very slow deliberation, she delivered very forceful swats. This time she allowed me to jump and run in place. She was smiling and humming the “Gotta Dance Tune” after every whack. She reminded me to get in position in 15 seconds. It took 20 minutes to deliver 40 excruciating belts because I ran and jumped and yelped and whimpered after each one. And she hummed and laughed after each whack. She was hysterical with laughter and had to rest her arm several times to catch her breath. I finally let go and bawled like a baby. This seemed to encourage her to swing even harder. “I’m going to beat the condescension out of you. You supercilious fool. “ I spent the next hour in the corner while Linda painted her fingernails and toenails . This is her favorite time. She can see my butt change colors from red to dark red and blue and purple and black. I never know when the whipping is over. She is a perfectionist . Once when the colors didn’t match , she has applied with out mercy , an implement to a certain area of my bottom or thighs, until the colors and blisters matched on each cheek of my butt and thighs. She then takes a photo saying proudly: “This one’s a keeper.” She sometimes enlarges them and frames them and mounts them in our bathroom. Mostly she puts them in a special album. She has me peruse this album occasionally to warn me to behave myself or else ! Disregarding my howling in pain, she uses implements on my ass like an artist uses a paint brush on a canvas creating a spectrum of color that she desiresand cherishes.
Lucky Me Robert
Posted by: robert | Jul 2, 2009 10:28:53 AM
I read robert's new comment today and I think he got off considerably easy for not being by Linda & Felicia's side when they needed him and for making that nasty remark inferring that they are both dopes. For that remark on a weekend for the next 30 he should clean the house and their shoes for being a smart ass and the inspections should have to be 100% perfect or the smart ass should be presented for correction. If Felicia's husband acts up he should join robert and they should both houses. There is nothing as entertaining as a boy serving his wife in only an apron! Ask aj.
Rachel
Posted by: Rachel | Jul 1, 2009 7:53:35 AM
06/29/2009
Duh, Wrong Time Of The Month
Linda and our neighbor Felicia were searching the web trying to get free coupons from Border’s, Bed Bath &Beyond and other retailers. I was watching a playoff football game on which I had bet several hundred dollars. Linda was having problems with her lap top and asked for help. Repeating for the umpteenth time over the years, I told her to press such and such keys as she was supposed to always to do. She did and exclaimed: “I got it.“ I responded with a derisive “ DUH!” She gave me a daggered look, because she mentioned many times how much she hates it when I demean her using that word in front of other people. My team’s quarter back was sacked on a crucial play which really pissed me off. Linda calls out again. and I mockingly give her more simple instructions that she has been told many times to do, but it never seems to sink in. “Got it !“ She exclaims “DUH, DUH.” I reply. Looking over her reading glasses, she gives me a long look. Then she had trouble printing the coupons so I hurriedly in anger pressed the three correct keys and at the same time loudly blurting “ DUH, DUH and DUH.” and the printer started working. Linda glared at me. The ladies finished retrieving their many coupons for the next day’s shopping spree and as Felicia was leaving she tried to suppress a chuckle when saying “Have an enlightening evening Jimbo” The game was now over and I won my bet. I was ecstatic with Joy. Linda poured two large glasses of Crown Royal over the rocks. She walked over to me, and handed me one of the drinks and said: “Drink up, You’re going to need this more than I” Damn it to hell ! I forgot that it is the wrong time of the month. Linda is a loving sadist and me a masochist. But she can be really cruel when the moon is going the wrong way for her. She just looks for new ways to punish me more severely and more frequently. While her friend Maggie (Maggie for Maggie’s drawers) is in town for her monthly visit, there naturally is no sex. I can withstand most of her cruel whippings, paddlings, canings and cruel detentions, because they are followed by very hot sex, But with Maggie in town, there’s no carrots and literally just sticks. So I tread softly when she is on the rag. Whoa is me!
With a cruel smile on her face she roughly grabs a fistful of my shirt and my abundant chest hair underneath it and pulls me down and gives me a a very long wet kiss knowing I was in horrendous pain ,She continued holding me tightly with her fist. “This is nothing “She whispers. “What happens when you demean me in front of other people? “I reply: “I get a punishment spanking.” “Wrong! You get a severe blistering!” When she gets her menstrual cramps she becomes ferocious. Pulling me by my chest hair, she scolds me as we take a long walk to our bedroom. For me it was a very painful walk. Entering the room she pulled me forward by my chest hair and flings me inside. She then casually snaps her fingers, which is my signal to “get naked quickly.” She then goes to her implement drawer and grasps her new two- sided heavy oak hairbrush with out bristles. When she starts out with this little oak paddle it usually means a long painful session. She sits on right corner of the foot of the bed. Snapping her fingers, signals me to get over her left leg and thigh with my head nearly hanging over the side of the bed. She hesitates and then tells me to get back up because she has another idea. She then orders me to lean over with my hands on the seat of a chair. She went to her purse to retrieve her lipstick. Cackling like a wicked witch, she uses the lipstick to write on each cheek of my ass these two words: “(DUH “ i“DUH) “ She then retrieved her digital camera and snaps several close-up shots of my unblemished bottom with the words clearly written on each cheek. She says aloud “this photo will be titled “BEFORE.” She started laughing so much that she took a quick break and ran to the kitchen and
drank more Crown Royal- I’m in big trouble! When Maggie is in town, Linda is naturally very cruel, but when she is drunk,she is down right evil. Combining both afflictions, plus menstrual cramps , I am dead meat. Lord help me! Linda assumes her previous position and I get over her left thigh with my butt in perfect position. She locks me in with her right leg. She then spanks every square inch of my bottom. Ignoring my pleas and screams,she administers a fast sixty very painful swats with this heavy hairbrush. She stops and goes to the kitchen for more Crown Royal. That paddle is almost ¾ inches thick. Every swat delivers nightmarish pain. I’m crying aloud as she walks back into the room with the digital camera. Ignoring the tears rolling down my cheeks she orders me to bend over. She closely examines my on-fire behind and chuckles aloud. My whole bottom is a light shade of red. Linda remarks: “My shade of lipstick is a little darker red than your bottom. The DUHs still stand out a little. “She took another snap shot. And announced, Let’s try a little harder and make sure your bottom is the same shade as the “DUHs. The purpose of this spanking is to make the word DUH fade from your ass and hopefully from your mouth. That has a certain poetic justice feel to it doesn’t Jim?” Sobbing I respond: “ It really does ma’am.“She sat on the bed laughing and giggling and couldn’t stop herself. Soo she ran to the kitchen for more C.R. I am beside myself with fear. But I know from experience that as long as she keeps the blows primarily on the spank spot , I’ll be alright. She returned and quickly had me over her knee and quickly applied very slowly another sixty very hard swats. After dozens of howeooolings and mercy pleas, I was numb and shaking. Ignoring me, Linda ordered me to bend over and put my hands on the chair. She then again closely examined my butt. “ Hmmmm, the words are still there ,but much more difficult to distinguish from the background. We’re almost there Jim. Lucky for you I wasn’t wearing a darker shade of lipstick .We‘d be here all night trying to match it. Giggling and cackling, she took another snap shot.“ In my sobbing thoughts I say to myself: “Lord help me! Now I have to tread softly when she is wearing a darker shade of lipstick? “Linda reaches for her large oak paddle. She orders me to “assume the position.” “These swats should make your whole bottom one solid color” “I going to give you 30 very hard swats. “ You can dance after every stroke but be back in position within five seconds. I also want you to shout out the word “DUH” after every whack. Apropos don’t you think, Honey?” I dutifully answer. ‘Yes ma’am.” First I’m going replace these pumps on my feet with sneakers to enable me to really get into the swing of things, if you’ll pardon my pun. Ha, Ha, Ha.” She was starting to slur her words and the sneakers would give her more support.
I’ll never forget the first smack with that oak paddle. I literally saw shooting stars with the pain. I forgot to say “Duh” so it didn’t count. I also jumped up and down and danced on each foot after every hit. My tears were making a puddle on the seat of the chair. I was blowing and blowing to alleviate the pain but to no avail .In her drunken stupor my wife was singing Gene Kelly’s signature song “ Gotta Dance , Gotta Dance” The paddle has an extra long handle. Linda takes two handed swings as she does in tennis. The pain is indescribable. I am limp as a damp rag. Mumbling and groaning, talking gibberish and drooling. All told, the hits were about 40. 10 extra because of my mistakes. She again examined my ass. Lucky for you the words “DUH” have blended in and disappeared perfectly. She took another snapshot. She then informed me that I was to write out 300 times “I MUST NOT USE THE WORD “DUH” IN A DEROGATORY MANNER TOWARDS LINDA EVER AGAIN ! “Apropos again, right honey?“ I answer with a sob, “Yes ma’am.” It took me over three hours to finish this penalty. I was completely nude during all the time I was writing. Writing legibly was difficult because of my fidgeting. I was made to sit on a rug full of hard bristles causing constant pain to my tender butt.
Unbeknownst to me she must have called our next door neighbor who was here earlier. Felicia brought her some food and gently helped Linda who was cramping and drunk into to bed. Felicia then explained that I must finish the penalty tonight and according to Linda, Felicia was in charge of me until tomorrow morning. “Linda says you have three hours to finish your papers or I’m to give you thirty more with my large oak paddle. Do you understand?” I answer yes ma’am. “That’s a good boy! Now stand up! I want to see if I can make out the words“ DUH” on your butt. I did as she asked. She looked closely at my bottom and ran her lovely manicured painted nails over both my cheeks. She chuckled and giggled and remarked “I’ll be darned! They are,the same shade of red. I barely can make them out. I’m wearing a darker shade of lipstick. Bend over now!” She commands. She then writes with her lipstick “Felicia” on my left cheek. Being a darker shade of red it stands out clearly. “It is now 7:00 pm I’ll be back at 10:30 to collect the 12 hand written papers. They had better be neatly written. I’ll check on you intermittently! Are we clear? I answer Yes. “Hmmmm! You forgot to say ma’am. Let’s make that 14 papers now .Two pages are for me . Are we clear? Yes ma’am. That’s a good boy! Here is a red ink pen and a green ink pen. I want my pages with alternate lines neatly written in red and green ink.
If they are not finished, I’ll make your ass match my darker shade of red lipstick, even if it takes all night to achieve it. Chuckling she says, remember I’m 7 inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than Linda. Trust me. You do not want to be spanked by me. Just ask my husband sometime.” With that she grabbed my left ear with her left hand with such force, it felt like she was going to tear it off. She then quickly swatted me hard three times using only her hand. But I couldn’t believe the pain from just three whacks from Felicia’s hand. She smiled and said: “See what I mean.”
“Oh by the way, to make this a more memorable experience for you, I brought this bristled rug for you to sit on while you are writing. My husband hates sitting on this after I spank him. There’s food in the kitchen for you. I suggest you eat fast.” She laughed as she walked toward the door. “I can see you from next door. Soo for your sake don’t cheat. I want to see all the I, s dotted and the T, s crossed neatly and perfectly. Let me warn you now, When I come for the papers, I‘ll be carrying my special oak paddle.” When she finally returned I handed her the papers. She placed the paddle on the dining room table and told me to stand in the corner. She took over 15 minutes to examine each paper. She commented that my cute butt was turning a nice shade of purple. I could hear her drumming her nails on the oak paddle while she was examining my pages. It gave me a chill up my spine. I was shaking with fear. I dreaded her spanking me. She is so strong. In heels, with those long beautiful legs she is as tall as I am. Finally she exclaims “Almost perfect Jimbo .You’ve dodge a bullet from me”. I let out a sigh of relief. She chuckled again. .Lucky for you that even though that I am a cruel dominatrix, I am just a just one. Unless you catch me at the wrong time of the month, She laughs aloud. I’m like Linda in that respect. From what I can see, Linda will also leave you off the hook. She has you well trained. You have a beautiful handwriting. It has saved your ass from my paddle. My husband after receiving a severe punishment spanking , had to write something similar. I circled over 80 mistakes. I had to tie him down to administer 80 swats with this paddle. His bottom was a bloody mess afterwards” Felicia informed me that tomorrow I was to make Linda a “Bloody Marry’ and serve her breakfast in bed. Also I was to take the whole day off from my job, remain nude the whole day and do all the washing and ironing and mop up the kitchen and clean all the bathrooms. I was also to vacuum all the rugs. Linda and she were going on a shopping spree and would back inspect the house upon their return. She informed me that I could go to bed now. “If my husband disrespected me the way you did Linda , I would administer a severe spanking similar to what you received tonight, but again every day for at least one week . Be thankful that you are not married to me.”
A couple of weeks later, Linda eventually had three pictures framed of my bottom, showing perfectly , the “DUHs” after 60, and after 120, and after 30 more swats with the paddle . She titled it “BEFORE & AFTER” She had me mount it on our closet door. She and Felicia often tease me saying “Be careful Jim, we’re wearing a dark shade of red lipstick today.” Well, I learned my lesson! “DUH” is no longer a part of my vocabulary. Linda informed me that from now on I must refer to that beautiful Amazon Felicia, who almost tore my ear off as “Ms. Felicia” and also “ma’am”. My beautiful sadist wife, can give me a PMS spanking in a drunken daze anytime she wants to. HOW LUCKY CAN A HUSBAND BE?
Posted by: robert | Jun 30, 2009 2:59:39 AM
Trust me, it is very embarrassing to have "just my wife's girlfriends" see me spanked with my diaper and sissy panties pulled down. But more so when there are men present as well.
Posted by: Jacob | Jan 15, 2009 7:46:19 AM
Total embarrassment! However maybe it was just his wife's girlfriends that watched!
Posted by: mike | Jan 14, 2009 8:19:09 PM
Think how silly he feels as he stands there hearing the men and women who just saw him spanked giggling at him.
Posted by: Jacob | Jan 13, 2009 7:18:05 AM
Oh my how silly he looks in. Nappy and frilly sissy baby pants
Posted by: stevie | Jan 11, 2009 2:33:47 AM
I'm an American who's always admired traditional British disciplinary methods. I've always been curious about being birched, but as birch was never part of the punishment tradition here in the US, I've never had the opportunity to experience it. Anyway, martin, you're lucky to have a mistress who's so well versed in the traditional methods.
Posted by: steve | Jul 8, 2007 6:47:33 AM
There are several versions of Harriet ~Marwood, Governess about. My mistress prefers the earliest and most authentic one although the differences are very small.
Ladies wishing to discipline their husbands should consider the birch which is an excellent instrument(from their point of view). My mistress uses it in conjunction with her punishment book, or PB as it is called in this household. If I accumulate more than 24 demerit points, each stroke of cane or strap counting as one, on Saturday I am sent out to cut the twigs to make up a birch. These can be birch, or any other flexible twig such as hazel. I have to make it up by spreading the twigs int a fanshape then gathering them together so that there is not more than two or three inches between longest and shortest. I bind them up using sticky tape, trim the handle end so that the base of the birch is even. When finished, I take it to my mistress for inspection. If it is a good birch I put it in a tin bath of cold water and disinfectant where it stays until it is needed. This keeps it supple and kills any germs. If it is not good enough I have to go and make another and I will be punished with both birches.
Next morning (Sunday), I bring my mistress's breakfast in bed and run her bath then wait outside the punishment room with the birch on a stool beside me until she is ready. The wait can be anything from a half hour to an hour. When she comes she goes into the punishment room with the birch and stool. I hear some swishes as she practises some 'air shots' before I am called in, placed carefully over the stool so that my bare bottom is in the perfect position.
Each demerit point gets a stroke and by the time I am alowed to get up from the stool I have a very sore bottom indeed.
Sometimes my behaviour has been so bad that the punishment has to be split, half in the morning, half at night and if that happens I have to make another birch.
I can assure you all that we are very happy indeed. My mistress is boss in the home and I obey her rules or take my punishment.
Smartin Martin
Posted by: smartin martin | Jul 6, 2007 9:44:29 AM
Olympia press has it on download PDFs.
Posted by: Jim | Apr 29, 2006 11:13:15 PM
This is Governess Rachel, I along with My husband, personnal body servant and female love object, Katrina Santa Cruz live in southern texas. I would love to find out where I can buy a copy of the Book Governess, by Harriet Marwood. This would be a giant plus for My library. Please if you would be so kind and post it in these comments. You can also e-mail Me at mdjw71759@yahoo.com if you like. I have been away for about two months training other Sisters in the family. My husband william has looked for this precious book but no luck. Down here at times where we live can pose problems. Please your Sister needs you help. Bless you. Governess Rachel.
Posted by: Governess Rachel | Aug 1, 2005 11:31:04 PM
Hi there,
I have my husband dressed in a similar way and he also gets a good hiding when needed to assist his behaviour. He is due one later today after he was rude about my family last evening when we were out. He will not sit comfortably for a good while after I finish his caning.
Jane
Posted by: Jane | Jul 30, 2005 8:44:46 PM
Yes I Can first of all you must take full charge of him. Make sure that he knows that you are in compleate controll of him. Panty dicipline is most effevtive take the little boy out of his underweare an into panties. You can next start with an over the knee spanking first over his panties then on the bare bottom. If you have anymore questions please feel free to E mail; me at my address.
Donna.
Posted by: Donna | Mar 29, 2005 1:09:24 AM
Like Jan I would also like some ideas in disciplining my boyfriend. Could you please send me advice on how to go about doing it?
Posted by: Samantha | Mar 27, 2005 9:36:22 PM
I wish to thank everyone who sent me advice for my Harriet Marwood, Governess weekend, particularly David (who has been under the authority of a governess for over a year) and Kay and Julie.
I am astonished at the number of young and not so young males who would like to come under the authority of a strict, young Victorian Governess.
My boyfriend has been sent to bed sore but happy.
I have been completely blown away by the experience of being Harriet Marwood. Having my boyfriend standing in front of me naked from the waist down nervously waiting for my decision on what punishment to give him was intoxicating.
Thanks again everybody,
Jan
Posted by: jan | Mar 14, 2005 12:55:27 PM
I love this! What a wonderful way to deal with recalcitrant boys. Even better to know that the relationship is so loving. :)
Posted by: MsNarcissa | Mar 9, 2005 3:11:20 AM
Amanda
My boyfriend (he is 20 I am 25) has given me a copy of Harriet Marewood, Governess. He has asked me if I would play the role of a strict Victorian governess for a weekend. The book is fascinating, the governess completely dominates the young man in her charge.
My boyfriend has a cute bum and I am certainly not adverse to disciplining it.
Can you give me a few ideas on where to go from here.
Jan
Posted by: Jan | Mar 7, 2005 12:45:21 PM
hello amanda,
i wish i could meet a lady like you i also need guidance in my life...i am a 28 years old man from paris france. continue! bye answer me
Posted by: marc | Feb 21, 2005 11:21:27 PM
There are now sheer bikini briefs that are
made for men. These are from labels like
Male Power and N2N. These are like womens
panties in their sheer material and feel,
but they have more room in front.
I like it when I have to wear these "panties"
when I'm going to get a spanking. They feel
different that cotton briefs so I'm reminded
of the spanking that is in store for me.
The sheer material of the bikinis does not
provide much protection when I'm getting the
paddle across my ass. But there is still
enough difference that I notice it when
I have to pull my panties down for a bare
bottom paddling.
Posted by: Wintermute | Feb 20, 2005 7:52:22 AM
Hi Amanda:
I enjoyed your picture and the article about how you handle the phoney male pride. I keep my boy at all times in panties (knickers) and enjoyed seeing boy Andrew in Rumba Panties. You have given me some new ideas for keeping aj in line. Would love to know more about your methods as he has become placid
Posted by: Rachel | Feb 18, 2005 6:46:41 AM
