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The Incident Log of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls – Incident No-5 ~ The Hockey Match Riot – Part 3

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Charlotte slid her shorts down, around her curvy bottom, and down to her lower legs, without the need to bend her knees. Miss Kenworthy of course had seen this pose before, when caning her in the past, but never almost naked.

She straightened, and glancing at Miss Kenworthy, she could see she was watching quite intensley, so deftly she flicked the shorts. almost into her hands.

Miss Kenworthy caught them easily, but held her smile of amusement. She had to admire the girl though, doing that in such a situation.

Charlotte hoped for praise of her skills, and stood proudly before Miss Kenworthy. But none came.

Miss Kenworthy came to stand in her familiar pose which she reserves for naughty girls before punishment. Stood with a straight back, hands held at pussy height, looking tall and powerful in her heels. She stared at Charlotte, with hardly a blink.

Charlotte succumbed to the mighty stare, and looked to the ground, to listen to what was to come.

“You have let the uniform down, and you are not fit to wear it, our uniform includes the specially selected ‘Willow Green Knickers.”

Charlotte gasped. Surely not?

Miss Kenworthy told her to lower them and bend over the flogging stool.

Nervously, she began to slide them down.

more to come…

Asa

Kate the Maid in Training ~ part 15

This is actually a part of Volume 6 of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls, it felt fitting that after leaving school, Kate should go and work for Miss Kenworthy as her maid.

It starts here…

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After spanking her on the stairs landing, hard and long, on the bare, Miss Kenworthy took Kate to the window. The sun was shining, it was a beautiful day. “I have used you hard today, and it is not lunch yet! Have you had enough?”

Kate blushed, and then said. “No Mistress, I would like to be punished all day please, keep finding things wrong and telling me off, spank me and cane me a lot more please.”

Miss Kenworthy told her submissive maid that she was wonderful, and leaned in for a long kiss. “Follow me.

She took her to the Monroe Room.

“There is dust on my favourite picture, how dare you leave my idol unclean?”

“In this room, you will talk to Miss Monroe, understand?”

“Yes Mistress”

“Get to my bureau and bend over! Tell Mistress Monroe you are a naughty maid and need punishing.”

Kate dashed over and took up her position. “Oh Mistress Monroe, I have been such a naughty maid, watch Mistress Kenworthy punish me for you”

Miss Kenworthy was pleased that her maid showed the respect to Miss Monroe that she deserved. Her screen idle fascinated her.


“Now count them for her!”

Whack!

“Owwww, one Miss Monroe.”

Thwack!

“Yeeeeowww….two Miss Monroe.”

Thwop!

“ohhh ohhh ooooohhh.” Three Miss Monroe.

Crack!

“Ooooooooooooooooh ….four Miss Monroe.

Swish, whop!

“Aaaaaagh! Five Miss Monroe!”

Miss Kenwoerthy was beside herself with excitement! Sharing her adoration of Marilyn Monroe like this was wonderful, this picture meant so much to her, she often masturbated before it, naked.

“You have not done yet my girl, come over to the chair…”

Miss Monroe approved.

more to come…

Asa

Whippingham Fitness Camp ~ Part Six and Epilogue

This is another lovely spanking story from ‘B’

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She also runs a very good on line spanking game…

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Whippingham Fitness Camp part 6 and epilogue

 I had done well with my weight loss program. I only had two more pounds to shed. There was salmon with sliced potatoes in a creamy Parmesan sauce, I felt I deserved a break. I reasoned, its Saturday, and we weren’t weighed on Sunday. I didn’t resist a second helping.

I could have more or less remained on track, maybe earn no more than an embarrassing bare bottom spanking, but in for a penny in for a pound. The dark chocolate mousse was devilishly tempting, and I surrendered. June watched me spooning it with saucer like eyes. On Sunday I was kinda worried about my indulgence, and ran a few extra miles on the treadmill.

Monday morning for the weighing ceremony the verdict was terrible. “April, you have regained two pounds. You are taking off your buruma, and going to cut a couple of switches.”

A few girls, who had seen me with envy spooning that rich, dark, scrumptious chocolate mousse, giggled as I was taking off my buruma.

A switching was the ultimate deterrent.

With a blush, I exchanged my buruma for a pair of shears. With nothing more than my curls, I stepped out of the mansion to cut a couple of switches, from the well known shrub. I couldn’t help feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment when more girls teased me.

I selected my two switches, and sat on cold paving stones to clean the leaves off. With butterflies fluttering in my tummy, I reflected on the price, I was going to pay for my silly indulgence. I already felt sorry for myself.

In front of the mansion with everyone watching our coach ordered me to grab my knees, and she switched my bum and upper thighs. It was sizzling streaks of fire. “OH! AH! AIE! OUCH!”

It was even more severe than the welcome strapping I got from Miss Principal. It was searing, scorching, incandescent, with zippy sounds instead of resounding whacks. I stammered as I promised. “OH! AH! OUCH! OUCH! I am very sorry Miss. Sniff! I will be back on my diet. Sniff! I promise. Sniff!”

She gave me back my buruma, and there was no time for after spanking treatment from my friends. Next was the morning run on the beach. I ran with my streaked buns and thighs. The usual joggers were there, and they cheered.

I would never again forget my diet, even after having left Whippingham! A few days later, I had lost all of my extra weight, and I was as fit as a marathoner.

Epilogue

With June we retook our dance exams. The Academy’s leotard couldn’t hide the fading pattern of my switching. June teased. “The jury will never imagine that you were given a switching, for having stuffed your face with chocolate mousse!”

My answer to her teasing was non verbal. “Grgrgrgrgr!”

Modern dancing allows more freedom than ballet, and I had fun with the wheels and steps learned at Whippingham. I flew!

I got a 9.1 average from the judges. June got 9.2. We were congratulated by the jury for the best scores for a second chance, and offered a tall glass of champagne. We didn’t have a second one!

The lady co-president the jury cheekily teased. “I have a feeling that you have been at Whippy.” We both blushed crimson, but we proudly answered. “Yes Ma’am!” She smiled, and whispered. “It will be our secret!”

Later we emailed our Whippingham coaches and Miss Principal. “9.2 and 9.1, we are back on track! Thank you!”

April and June

PS: There is for sure one Whippingham village, somewhere!

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The Visitor – Part Four

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continued…

Kate slowly walked away from the stool, and very soon she saw something that excited her greatly. “Oooooh Neddy! Hello Neddy!”

She stroked him, and fondled him. “Oh Neddy, I have seen your adventures!”

Then, she sat on him and reached for the crop. She was enchanting.

She did not need any encouragement, Neddy seems to have this effect on women. She pushed the right cheek of her bottom out and gave it some playful smacks.

She was a natural, and began to rock, slowly.

I watched as she bared her bottom and prepared for her first gallop.

She sat, quite magnificently, and very proudly. Her back was straight.

Watching her bottom find its most comfortable spot was decidely mesmerising!

Even more so, as she began to bend over, and slide backwards.

Cheek by cheek, in little squeaky steps on the leather saddle, her bottom walked towards me.

Her clitoris found the same spot that all girls do when they lean forward, and push back, she galloped, fast, it was a wonderous sight.

With her knickers digging into her smooth ivory skin, she galloped to orgasm, her noises were obscene, yet beautifully so!

It was one of the most erotic moments of my life. She gently slowed to a stand still, breathing deeply.

Then, as if she had been injected with a sudden energy boost, she sprang up, giggling, adjusting her underwear, and short skirt, and shouted….”Tally Ho!” waving the riding crop above her head!

She stopped, and made deliberate strong eye contact.

“Phew Mr.Jones! That was an exhilarating gallop! What next?”

more to come…

Asa

Three Naughty Teachers Share a Passion ~ Part 3

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Please remember this is quite a new story, and as such I am building characters up, and you are getting to know them. I have to think of a few years time when somebody settles down to read a whole story.

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I know what will happen, and I feel pretty sure you will like the adventures that they go on!

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continued….

Kate, trapped in the vintage flogging stool, with the baton behind her knees, got the spanking she desired. She wished it was on the bare, but realised that seeing as they had only just discovered each others mutual interest, she would have to be patient.

All three agreed it was a great position to spank a girl in, and asked each other questions as they discussed its merits.

“Do you feel trapped in Kate?” Asked Charlotte.

“Oh yes, definitely, no matter how I try, I cannot move my bottom!”

“Its a great position to spank in, the bottom is there, right there! like Kate says, they cannot move it, you can just spank away to your hearts content and pick your target areas easily.” Added Samantha.

“Oh right, can I try?”

“Please do Miss!” Giggled Kate between her little squeals.

“Oh wow, I see what you mean, and I bet it would be easy to do double speed, smacking on the way down and again on the way back, I’ll try it.”

The tempo of the smacks picked up to double pace, as Charlotte described, one smack on the way down, and another on the way up. “Owwww, oooooh my bottoms on fire!” Squealed Kate.

“I am going to test how much you move Kate, so there will be some real good hard ones now!”

“Oh my, okay Charlotte, fire away!” Kate said shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth.

CRAAAACK!!!! The slaps fell mightily and Kate let out real shrieks

. “Owwwwwww!! Wowzers! What a heavy hand you have Charlotte! More please!”

Six more landed true and firm on her sit spot, just under each cheek.

Thus, the first experiment was a total success, and some naughty girls were in for a surprise that coming week, as they all agreed to try it as soon as possible.

It was time for Charlotte to demonstrate her method next…

More to come…

Asa

The Spanking Dutchman’s Spanking Stories ~ No 4

In this story, the Spanking Dutchman has used some of my old photos of Cherry, (a model who has retired now), Karen, whom I hope to see again, but she has to travel a fair way, and one of Samantha.

Once more his love of navy blue knickers shines through, in his choice of photos.

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STORY 4

Sylvia and Kate, two quiet introverts, had become close friends during their first year at senior school. They weren’t part of the ‘in crowd’, and their friendship meant everything to them. They sat next to each other in class and spent their lunchtime and breaks together.Sylvia, or Syl as Kate called her, wasn’t quite as bright as Kate, who was the nerdy type, good at maths and science. 

One of the subjects they had to take was Classical Studies, in which they were taught about the ancient Greeks and Roman’s. Kate had no interest in it and couldn’t see any use or relevance to it. So she paid ‘lip service’ to the lessons, generally doing the bare minimum to keep out of trouble.

One Tuesday afternoon,  Syl and Kate were idling through the Classical Studies lesson. Kate noticed that Syl spent most of the lesson doodling in the margins of her exercise book. Neither of them were paying much attention at the end of the class when Mr Burton gave them their homework assignment. Kate jotted it down quickly in her note book.

The Classical Studies class was only once a week, and it was the following Monday evening when Kate thought about doing the homework assignment.

She pulled out her notebook and read the note she had taken: “Write 10 lines about Julius Caesar”. “Hmmmm….” she thought, “That’s a rather silly assignment”. She pulled out the text book and looked up Julius Caesar. Then she wrote a quick summary of his life and death. It really didn’t take much to fill 10 lines!

At lunch time the following day, with the next CS lesson to follow, Syl asked Kate if she’d done the homework, and could she look at it. Kate pulled out her exercise book and passed it to Syl, who scurried off to her desk with it. She returned it a few minutes later.

The Classical Studies class followed lunch and at the end of another boring lesson everyone handed in their homework. A week passed before the next Classical Studies class. When everyone had settled down, Mr Burton began handing back the homework to each student in turn. Kate was beginning to feel a little uneasy as she realized that neither she nor Syl had got their’s back. In fact they were the last two to get their exercise books back.”Kate and Sylvia, your assignment was to write 10 lines of poetry about Julius Caesar. Neither of you did that.

One of you has copied the other  and neither of you got it right! Come out here NOW! said Mr Burton.As Kate and Syl stood up and moved between the desks to the front of the class, Kate’s heart beat faster as she saw Mr Burton open his desk drawer and take out a large plimsol.”Right. Bend over that stool Sylvia, lift your skirt and take your knickers down. Sylvia, bending over the stool as directed, lifted the skirt of her short gymslip, and pulled down her regulation navy-blue school knickers. 

Mr Burton wasted no time delivering six hard whacks of the slipper to Sylvia’s bare bottom. WHAP, THWAK, WHACK, THWOP, WHACK, WHACK.

 Sylvia shifted her weight from leg to leg, as she wriggled her bum, gasped and yelled: OW, OWW, OWWW, OUCH,  AHHHH, YEOWWShe was conscious of the stares and gazes she was getting from the class.

Her bottom was a bright crimson and felt like it was on fire by the time Mr Burton had finished.”Stand up and pull your knickers up Sylvia.

Now you Kate, over the stool, skirt up, knickers down.” Said Mr Burton.

Kate got the same six stinging whacks of the slipper as Sylvia.

Pulling her knickers up, Kate gave her sore, and very red bottom a rub.

“Now go and sit down. And let that be a lesson to you not to share homework and to do it properly”, said Mr Burton.Kate and Sylvia returned to their desks and gingerly sat down. 

As the class continued, the stinging in their bottoms turned to a sense of spreading warmth, and both girls realized that it wasn’t,  in fact, unpleasant. However, neither girl shared this thought with the other.

More to come…

Asa’s Note :-

It was nice to see some of my old photos come out with a different interpretation. A nice little classroom scene, and one that I would have love to be sat in, oh….just a minute….I was!!

Asa

Naughty Charlotte ~ Part 4

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It is at this point, along with all my other ‘In Threes’ stories, that I have decided just three photos at a time was taking too long.

Continued…

…”Yes you naughty girl, your jeans are coming down!!” Said Mummy.

“Oooooh dear.” Mumbled Charlotte, nervously.

“Right then, back over you come, your spanking is far from over yet!”

“Yes Mummy.” Charlotte replied quietly as she turned and bent.

Back in position, the spanking resumed. “Now, were where we?”

more to come…

Asa

Photo Set 510 – Boarding School Punishments ~ Samantha – Part 1



This is going to go on for ages, each of my girls in ‘posh’ boarding school uniform, being spanked/punished in various ways.

I run a Merit/de-Merit Disciplinary System. Every classroom has a box, and lots of merit slips, all the girls can have a form popped in at any time. On a Thursday, all the slips are logged by my Discipline Assistant. A girl might have five merits, with various house points, totalling up to 25. But if she has one de-merit, for being in trouble, and it adds to 25 or more, it means a spanking on a Friday afternoon. Any total of points can be given, either +ve or -ve.

I find it very sexy to think of upper crust, privileged school girls, with crisp English accents attending very strict boarding schools, where their pampered little bottoms are punished quite frequently. I will appear on some as their teacher or parent, but these will be club posts only, for personal reasons. The rest, will be general blog pots, and plenty of them.

Friday is punishment time.Here is Samantha in her uniform…

“Stop there Samantha, turn around.” I say calmly.

“Yes Mr.Jones.”

She turns.

First of all a uniform inspection. Very nicely turned out. “Just keep a check on your House Sash, I know it is fashionable to wear them hanging down, but that is on the border of being too long. But it is okay. I am afraid you are in de-meri by fifteen points you naughty girl. It is your first time so a hand spanking on your knickers will suffice. It will not be hard, it will be a humiliation spanking. But after this, if you get into a minus again, the record book will show me exactly what stage you are at, and each will get more severe. Understand?”

Her facial expression changes to one of dismay. “Oh Gosh Sir, I am extremely sorry.”

Her bottom lip starts to quiver. “Now lets not be silly about this Samantha, you have been a naughty girl and a naughty girl gets her bottom punished. If you do not want a smacked bottom, then behave.”

She sniffs and fights the tears.

“Lets get this over with, I have fifteen more after you, kindly put you hockey stick and brief case over there by my desk….thank you!” I say smartly so as not to prolong her fear and dismay. The first time is always a shock, and very often does the trick.

“Stand here!” I point to the spot.

“Face the window.”

“Put your hands together as if in prayer, place them between your knees, bend over, and bend your knees.”

“Yes Sir.” Comes a shaky, nervous reply.


“I am going to raise your gym slip, do not wriggle or protest, if you do, I will take your knickers down, understood?”

“yes…..ooooh….Yes Mr.Jones.”

I give her six good smacks on each cheek. She makes the fuss of a first timer, but gets through it. Then it is time for her shock.

“Corner time is always, I repeat, always, with your bare bottom on show. Stand by my desk and lower you knickers to show your punished bottom. You will remain there until I say go. If anyone enters, anyone at all, you remain as you are, in disgrace….understood?”

“Awwww, sniff….awww, awww oooh….yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir, I will not be naughty again.”

“Time will tell dear. Over you go.”

She goes into position.

Within five minutes there is a knock and the next girl comes in. “Pull up your knickers Samantha, tidy your gym slip, and leave. I do not want to see you in here again. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She picks up her hockey stick and briefcase and leaves in a blushing flustered flurry.

More to come.

Asa