Two naughty girls have been trying the patience of the Headmistress and Deputy Headmistress for months. After many threats, they need to deliver and show the girls that they mean business, whilst at the same time keeping something in reserve, if they need it.
They are both waiting outside the Detention Room after school
Their wait is made deliberately long, they are very nervous. “You don’t think we’ll be caned do you?”, “Oh God, I hope not….surely!”
The Deputy Head approaches, brandishing a cane. It terrifies them. So does she!
The Headmistress opens the door and tells them to enter, she too has a cane. Things do not look good for the two girls.
They are spoken to strictly, using few words. “In you both come…..You naughty girls!”
Once in, the door closes clinically behind them.
They are severely reprimanded, and are shaken by the threats of what is coming to their bare bottoms…
The two girls beg forgiveness and say how sorry they are. The plan has worked, they are terrified of the cane and it is the ultimate threat. Sentence is reduced to two dozen of the plimsol each, on the bare, with no mercy to be shown to their delicate bottoms.
Almost grateful for the plimsol they accept their punishment gladly, the dire warnings of a thrashing with the cane if they find themselves here again ringing in their ears!
Into position they get, the two women take their weapons, and move in.
The two very naughty girls look to each other as their bottoms are bared and a rush of cool air sends goose bumps all over their soft white vulnerable plump cheeks.
The two women lay into their bare bottoms with full force from the first to the last whacks. Merciless, very hard, vicious whacks and thwacks land fast as the bare bottoms redden quickly whilst bobbing and wriggling!
Eventually they stop, bottoms are bright red and very hot, the women can feel the heat from them easily. The spankings are over, but will never be forgotten…or will they?
Part Two of another fine spanking story by my dear friend ‘B’. If yyou want to see the rest of her work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ and then click on ‘Contributors’. Once there, scroll down to her page.
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Victoriana part 2
Saturday morning I was wide awake before my radio alarm clock. It told me that it was 6 AM. I realized that I wouldn’t be sleeping another
Z. I got out of bed and prepared a toast with slices of French goat
cheese. I mused, Imagine France, that goat cheese will be cheaper, and
I’ll have an expat allowance.
I had decided last night. I was going to visit the Ecole Ecarlate. I of course, knew that écarlate
means scarlet. What a strange name for a school. I also wondered about
that promise of guarantied results. I further mused, What about the méthode traditionnelle, and the school uniform? The little wheels between my ears teased. “You might be spanked till you are fluent!”
I shrugged. I am not afraid of a spanking. Daddy spanked me till I got my O and A Levels, and continued till I graduated from my banking school.
With
a second cup of coffee, I searched on my cellphone for that Birchwood
Manor at Switchingham Village. Once I had found it I tried 3D, but I got
a “Private Property” message. TomTom said that it wouldn’t be more than
a 20 minutes bike ride.
After
a long shower and having dried my hair, I pulled up my new white cotton
knickers. I also selected a very conservative matching bra. The
Victoriana white blouse and the shortish tartan pleated skirt followed
with the black sweater. Next were the knee-high socks and I selected a
pair of black brogues. In my tall mirror, I smiled for having traveled
back in time. ‘Back to school naughty girl!’ To be safe with the cloudy
weather, I added a lightweight hooded raincoat.
It was a leisurely ride, and before the village, I took the long private alley leading to Birchwood Manor. I discovered a lovely old stone house with a superb English garden. I parked my bike and gently tap-tapped the door with the old brass knocker.
A middle-aged gentleman with an impressive mustache and an elegant tweed suit opened.
“Good morning Sir, it is about the French lessons.”
“Indeed! Compliments for the uniform. I am Monsieur Maurice.”
He led me into a small office with two comfy chairs in front of an old wooden desk. I immediately noticed the magazine on his desk. Its name of Janus meant nothing for me, but the picture on the cover confirmed what I had imagined about the méthode traditionelle.
“We
shall begin with a test. We have to assess your level to decide if you
have the basics for turning you into a fluent French speaker.” He showed
me an antic school desk with an attached seat.
The
test took one hour, it was written and oral. With that cover of Janus
in mind, I did my best, but he grimaced for my accent. While he
corrected the written part, I prayed that he wouldn’t reject me.
Finally he gave his verdict, “C minus, a barely average grade.”
I blushed, “I am sorry Sir. Does it mean that I don’t have the minimum requirement?”
“Hahaha! Why is it that important to be French fluent?”
“Its about a promotion, and a great position with our agency in Calais.”
“It will take 3 months, alternating 3 weeks with us including weekends, and one week back at your bank.”
“Phew! Thank you Sir!” I beamed. I was elated.
“How many years of French have you had?”
“Seven, Sir.”
“Such a poor grade after seven years of French. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
I lost my smile.
“It is evidence that you were lazy. You deserve to be punished.”
“Huh!”
“As a lazy girl you will be severely spanked on your bare bottom.”
“Oh!”
I couldn’t say that I was surprised when he stood and pulled me over his knees. It was nonetheless quite embarrassing to be pulled by the ear as a ten-year-old. He swiftly raised my skirt. I expected that much, but he lowered my knickers. Daddy had never pulled down my knickers, he only pulled them up. I felt a hot flush and knew that I was blushing as red as a peony.
He spanked my bottom and thighs. I tried to keep
my legs tightly closed. He had callous hands, probably from maintaining
that lovely garden. He spanked hard and counted the smacks. After forty
smacks, I started pedaling my legs and no longer cared what I was
showing. He pinned one of my arms behind my back, and had one of his
legs locking mine, and continued.
“Repeat after me for your first French lesson. Les paresseuses sont toujours fessées cul nu !”
“OH! AH! AIE! AIE! Les paresseuses sont toujour fessées cul nu. OUCH! AIE!”
I got one hundred smacks. I had never received such a long and severe spanking. My bum and thighs were throbbing.
He
helped me stand up and ordered, “Don’t rub! Stand in that corner with
your knickers still down and holding your skirt up.” I was quite
contrite. “Sniff!” I was indeed back in school and already spanked,and
well spanked.
While
I was in the corner, he asked for my full name, age, address and more
as he completed my file. “You will be boarding, sharing a room with 3
girls. The next term starts in a week. Your bank will have payed my fee
by that time. There’s no refund if you quit before the end of the term.
If you quit, your bank will be made aware of that. You will return to
Victoriana for a full kit.”
“Yes Sir.”
“I
promise that you will be fluent, as if you had a French mother. Pull
your knickers up, adjust your skirt and give this invoice to your bank.
You will notice that my methods aren’t mentioned. You may, if you want,
tell your colleagues that you will be spanked as a naughty schoolgirl
till you are fluent.”
“Oh, I won’t, Sir!”
“Very well, run along.”
Alicia
To be continued…
NB : Les paresseuses sont toujours fessées cul nu = Lazy girls are always spanked bare butt.
If you go here, you will find his stories and art, along with the first three selections for a sort of AI Calendar I am doing next year. The winner you vote for….(do so by leaving a comment at the bottom, for your top choices)…will be for April 2025. Each art work is numbered for you to refer to.
Click here for his page…(The photos this month are below.)
The background and atmosphere he has created here is sublime…
4/1
This is his AI version of Kate….(he does not know yet, but he is in trouble! Charlotte and Samantha are jealous!!!!
4 /2
A nice row of vintage beauties for the next one, all waiting for their spanking, and it looks to me like the ones on the right are hoping to be first!
4/3
Two girls waiting for their punishment, the door opens and in you go, what bottoms to pick from….who goes first?
4/4
The thin trousers of the school uniform show the redness from their classroom spankings shining through, now you are giving their sore bottoms six of the best each here, in your study…
4/5
Well, what can I say? ….”It’s a good un! And will take a bit of work to redden it all up equally, but I am up for the challenge, are you?
4/6
Now these two next ones, get me excited, I would love to put photos of me on here spanking my girls, and I have just started having some done, by another chap, Chromlech, who is altering my face, for a story. I hope TradCP can do similar, something like these…
4/7
4/8
The last one is back to where we started, a study scene.
4/9
For all sorts of very good reasons, you are going to find the voting for this month very difficult, he has had new equipment and he is getting better. At the end of the year, I might ask him to go through all the winners and bring them all up to his very high standard.
Over the past few months I have been doing various sequences with various girls, where they come from P.E. in their vest, regulation gym knickers, socks, and plimsols, to my Study for punishment.
This means they have to wait to be sent to me, from the gym, all eyes will move to them as they leave, and the walk from the gym followes. As they leave, they will hear giggles or muffled words.
A long walk down the corridors follows, the gym and playing fields are on the other side of the school.
Any girl seen will know that whoever sees them will know where they are going and what for.
Their way back, often in tears, red faced, rubbing their bottom will be humiliating and they will hope not to be seen.
On return to the gym they have to touch their toes ten times before the rest of the class and apologise for being naughty and stopping the flow of the class they were doing. This is also a way of adding humiliation to the punishment, as a deterrent to others.
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I know you all have favourite colours. I will cover as many as I can. If I do not have what you wish, maybe you will contribute a pair? If you like, leave a comment on what combination you would like. I also hope to do a P.E.Class with a girl returning, doing her ‘touching the toes’ excersises.
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This will mean of course that you will have seen all these posts already, but this is one for the future, where all in this group will be together. It will make it easier for you. But, it ought to have something you have not seen, so I put Kate in the pillory, for a nice spanking! Dressed in her P.E. Kit. So before we start, here you are…
There was not a lot of room or range, but I managed to get underneath her with my camera…
So….here we go…
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Navy Blue Knickers, White Vest, Grey Socks and Plimsols.
White Vest, Bottle Green Knickers, Grey Socks, Plimsols.
Charlotte
I am working on this now.
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Please be patient, various socks, knickers, situations, apparatus await…and don’t forget, let me know any combinations….I suppose white socks, navy blue knickers, white vest and plimsols will be the most popular.
Another set of a girl being called from her P.e. Class to my study. This time, it is Charlotte…
“I am sending Charlotte to you now Mr.Jones.” Says my secretary, Brigittte on the internal phone.
“Thank you.”
knock, knock, knock… I open the door, and there she is.
“Enter.” I usher her in.”Stand on the carpet you naughty girl.”
Without a word she stands to attention, on the carpet. Her eyes looking around, as a sign of slight panic wells up in her tummy.
Ir stand behind her and tell her she is getting spanked on the vintage flogging stool, and it will be on the bare. I can almost see the fine hair on her arms raise up as I announce sentence for her crime. She has hid in the woods on cross country, had a smoke, and joined the race later. A familiar tale and every now and then the Gym Mistress hides behind a tree. This was two days ago, it is now her P.E. Lesson and I have asked her to be sent to me from that.
“You are a naughty girl, what are you?”
“A naughty girl Mr.Jones.”
“And what happens to naughty girls when they see me?”
“They get their bottoms punished Mr.Jones.”
I look her up and down and say. “Get to the stool please.”
She walks to the stool and stands before it.
“
“Prepare your bottom for punishment Charlotte. Lower your knickers to your knees.”
“Of course, Mr.Jones.” She replies politely.
Her rather fine bottom was now bare, and it was time to bend over and present it to me…
The two girls, overjoyed at being chosen to hold the naughty boy, were so excited to see his bare bottom close up, as it was thrashed. Already red from the sting of hand, plimsol, and tawse he was to be held because he was starting to jump.
Miss Kenworthy did not hold back at all, she swung the senior thick, stout, leather tawse mercilessly at his bare bottom, making loud cracks. The girls could see his bottom wobble and jiggle as shock waves went through his cheeks.
The girls were merciless too, mocking every squeal and wobble, whilst urging Miss Kenworthy on, to hit faster and harder.
She rose to the occasion, and made him scream. “I’ll teach you a lesson you will not ever forget you NAUGHTY BOY!!!”
Kate flinched at the savagery up close, but soon found out she was safe from the swing and urged her on with Charlotte, it was a spectacle to see.
The poor boy wiggled and jiggled his soft plump bottom again.
“He is not obeying you, he is still trying to move his bottom out of the way Miss Kenworthy!” Charlotte said loudly, taunting the crying boy.
“He is the naughtiest boy ever I think!” Added Kate
“RIGHT!!!!! My lad! If you insist on jumping and hopping about, I will give you a dose of the cane, then you will wish you had stayed still!” Miss Kenworthy screamed at him.
“Nooooo nooooo nooooooo not the cane noooooo!!!!! Pleeeeease no no no no!!”
“Don’t you ever say no to me boy!” She threatened with a voice as cold as ice. “That bottom needs some stripes to make it stop being a very naughty bottom….do you agree girls?”
Miss Kenworthy took up the cane and with an evil glint in her eye, said to the girls, “Hold him steady girls, and keep out of the way, lets make him reach the high notes and teach that naughty little sticky out bare bottom a jolly good lesson, shall we?”
“OH YES!! Teach it a really really really good lesson Miss Kenworthy!” Chorused the girls.
The boy’s knees knocked…..and he braced himself, determined not to move!
Gradually the buzz of the crowd outside, listening, went quiet. Glances being expectantly exchanged, became faces of curiosity, wishing they were in the bedroom, they waited for sounds….
Inside the bedroom the green gingham summer school dress was lifted, to reveal her navy blue knickers.
These were not her traditional P.E. Knickers, these were the summer day wear knickers, thinner cotton, that when stretched, you could almost see through.
Which were removed, sharply. The cool air over her bottom made her eyes go wide, as too did the thought of what her Daddy could see!
It was only seconds to the spanking now, and nervously her feet twitched and her bottom wriggled.
“Stop wriggling, and keep your bare bottom still!” Said Daddy.loudly and very strictly.
The crowd outside murmured and giggles rose again.
“Shhhh!” Hushed somebody, and again silence fell.
Her bottom went perfectly still as it tensed up.
THWACK!!!!!! THWACK!!!!!!! THWACK!!!!!!
No mercy was shown, from the very first whack, the slipper met the lily white bottom full force, and Kate screamed and howled!
Huge applause came from outside and lasted for the whole nine minutes of the blistering thrashing!
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My apologies, as I said right at the start, this was a test for my bedroom set, and it came out better than I thought, but it finished at this point.
My friend Claudia is coming to spank her in the bedroom though, so no worries, just be patient.
Another story from TradCP, he introduced it thus… Hi Asa. The first part of the story. Another true one.
So as you can see, he is keeping up with his true stories. This story has inspired me, thank you TradCP, I might need a little help and advice…see the bottom (where else?) of the page.
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During a conversation with a couple of female friends in the early nineties one had suggested that we get involved in a local medieval reenactment society. I liked the idea and being a bit of a history buff and we duly signed up and had many a fun weekend reenacting a medieval lifestyle but it got me thinking about something similar, another reenactment idea but school based, a 1950’s posh boarding school full of naughty girls ! My mind was racing. Actually putting this into practice though would not be easy. I spoke to my female friends and much to my surprise they also thought the idea grand!
At
about this time I had decided to do some research into female corporal
punishment and a contact had put me in touch with a retired Headmistress
who once ran a Girls school near Liverpool. This lady was friendly but very formidable and was a mine of information when it came to the use of spanking in her teaching career. I went to meet her at her house and
she told me many stories of meetings in her study with misbehaving
girls. It was clear she had a liking for this and after retirement she
had become a headmistress to women who paid to visit her. I talked to
her about my idea and she was really keen to be involved in some way.
My sister wanted to get involved to. She wanted to be able to play at a place that she considered safe for her. The
idea was now gathering momentum and needed some organising. Premises ,
who to invite, story? props, the idea sat on the back burner for
sometime and seemed destined to be just an idea until a friend of my
sister mentioned her family had a big empty house near York. The house
was furnished but no one lived there. We went to see it and I was blown
away. There were multiple bedrooms, big rooms that would make perfect
classrooms and even a big dining room with a massive table that would
sit everyone. Best of all a real study complete with a large oak desk and bookcases. We could have it for a long weekend for free!
We put out feelers but stipulated that
we were running a retro boarding school weekend that was to be pretty
close to reality. There would be lessons, there would be a uniform and
there would be corporal punishment if warranted. You could however opt
out of CP and that would be fine.
Within a couple of weeks we had 10 willing adult schoolgirls, a teacher, a sports master (yours truly) and a draconian Headmistress (Audrey, my friend from Liverpool). A date was set and my girlfriend at the time and my sister set about making uniforms. We set on grey trousers (my idea) white blouses, burgundy blazers and straw boaters.
These ended up costing me a fortune. I had decided we were not going to charge a fee. It would be a one off fun weekend.
We
drew up a list of interested or invited women but could only take 10
and in truth these were mostly made up of people we knew already with
the exception of Audrey the Headmistress. Invites were sent out and we
had a few social evenings. Audrey could not attend because of the
distances involved but this turned out to be a good thing.
The weekend was scheduled to happen in the October and on the Thursday, four of us drove up
with a van which contained everything we needed including a mountain of
food. We arrived , unlocked and spent a frantic day setting stuff up
and sorting rooms. Beds were made, fires
lit and by the evening everything was in place. The ladies started
arriving on the Friday afternoon and by the evening the only person not
to have arrived was Audrey. She was to put in an appearance for
breakfast.
The
Friday evening was made up of introductions, dinner and basically
getting to know the building and the rooms. We also laid out the rules
for the weekend which included punctuality, politeness and hard work.
Strictly no alcohol or smoking. We were to have two lesson in the
morning, PE in the afternoon and a recreation period as well as a games
evening in a common room where only the girls were allowed.
Uniforms
were dished out along with writing equipment, exercise books for the
lesson and stuff for PE. Everyone retired and looked toward to the next
morning. Instructions were issued to be in full uniform and character by
8am the next morning.
When 8am arrived all 10 were sat at the table and in resplendent uniforms. I couldn’t have hoped for more. A group of adult women wanting to go back to a simpler time., cause a little mischief hopefully but genuinely have a good time. There was plenty of chatter at the breakfast table when I walked in. In character told the girls to be quiet and listen. I then introduced Audrey the Headmistress. She was superb. She walked in complete with black gown. tall, straight backed and oozed authority from the first second. “Good morning girls” were here first words. They replied quietly. She barked at them and told them to stand up when she entered the room. They all stood. Their eyes and expressions were golden. They looked petrified. She once again said good morning girls. This time they all replied in unison “Good morning Headmistress”.
This well and truly set the scene for what was to come
Asa’s note…
This has inspired me, and with the help of Suzette, we are going to try to set up a safe place for ‘women interested in spanking’, to come too. I will be downstairs in my study if any girl needs to be sent with a note. They can be up in the classroom. If I am wanted anywhere, I will come, but as a gentleman I will leave them to it, unless requested. Charlotte Kate and Samantha will be there, there is much I could tell you…so, if any girl is interested, please get in touch. An advert has gone out on ‘X’ too.
