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

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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.

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Asa

A little post that is not to do with spanking, but a lesbian vampire…I’m just chatting with you really!

I have just been sorting some photos out, making space on my hard drive which only had about 20gb left.

I came across this lovely photo I had saved of Ingrid Pitt, who used to work in the Hammer Horror Films, alongside Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing etc

I went to see a film where she played a lesbian vampire, and became interested in her.

I have always collected stuff, and film and t.v. memorabilia used to be a favourite. I went to a collectors fair in my home town, and saw a fabulous picture of her and purchased it. It is on my study wall even now, just to my left. What happened next is quite amazing! Really, it is!!!!

I turned around and within five or six steps, saw this beautiful woman before me, very classy and well dressed. It was her!

Never being bashful around women, I plucked up courage and said something like…..”Excuse me, I suppose you get this all the time, and I don’t want to spoil your day out! But you are Ingrid Pitt aren’t you?’

I forget her response, but it was on the lines of….”I am not going to bite your neck before you ask.” I remember her chuckling.

I said….”No, it’s okay, but I have just purchased a photo of you with Peter Cushing. Would you sign it? I’ll make it worth our while and buy you a cup of tea and a piece of cake.”

I never thought she would, but she chuckled again and said “Yes, okay, come on then.”

She had a very posh silver wide nib pen, and signed it. Then we sat eating cake, drinking tea, and talking of Vampires, Christopher Lee, and Peter Cushing.

….::sigh::

I wish she had said….”You look like Asa Jones, the spanking man, I don’t suppose you have time to….”

In my dreams eh?

Just thought I would share the little story of times gone by.

Asa

Whippingham Fitness Camp ~ Part Six and Epilogue

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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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Education

From Roue 12

Education, as we have said before in this series of articles, supplies the artist with endless opportunities to depict scenes of a disciplinary nature, and with the confidence of knowing that in an educational scenario there will be a credibility factor perhaps lacking in other situations. This is particularly true of scenes which have an historical flavour, as in the drawings in this Spankers Gallery.

Should any reader wish to contribute material for publication in forthcoming ‘Gallerys’, such contributions, preferably with a short note outlining the supposed circumstances which the illustration is intended to represent, would be gratefully received.


In this drawing the artist has left no doubt as to the nature of the punishments administered by this gentleman. He wields the cane with an expert arm, and a certain knowledge of just how to cane for maximum pleasure in whipping tender feminine bottoms into gyrating swerves of stinging cane weals. He likes to hear ‘em squeal, and squeal they most certainly do! Not for him the finesse of a carefully applied caning, strokes spaced out across the cheeks to ensure an overall stripy glow, timed to let the girl find what scraps of composure she still has left. No indeed! Get ‘em in, get ‘em stripped off and thrash their little bums — never mind that this girl only dropped a pencil in assembly, while the next one was found down in the village with the louts from the marketplace — a bare bum’s a bare bum, and fair game for the cane.

Asa’s Note…

I have covered chairs in many ways…

Groups

From Roué 23

The Gallery, back again in this issue, concerns itself this time with a particular theme; girls punished in groups.

Illustrators interested in the punished female sit-upon frequently depict their girls in situations where several stages of a disciplinary encounter can be shown in the same drawing. The illustration which we have included this time where the girl is being tugged by her shorts through a doorway makes this point very well. Though she herself is yet to be punished, the probable outcome of her interview with the person utilising the cane in that novel way is not in doubt. There in the middle distance is, in effect, another picture of the self-same girl as she will be when the cane has done its work. Every picture therefore can indeed tell a story, and doesn’t necessarily fail in this objective by leaving out the actual application of the disciplinary instrument to the girl’s bottom.

The other drawings in this section approach the matter in another way, leaving the reader to invent his own scenario to fit in with the picture. Those little stories which we have appended to these drawings are therefore no more than one person’s suppositions, and the reader is of course free to invent his own atmosphere within which the girls and their situations can come to life for him.

Detention Room


Two punished bums, an unoccupied stool, and a blonde-haired girl parked in a corner. Is she pulling her knickers up, we wonder, or is she pushing them down? From the look of anguished suspense on the face of the girl with the big eyes, whatever has been going on is still not concluded, and from the angle of her hands and elbows that one in the corner surely is pushing her pants down, isn’t she? The other girls have already had part of their punishment; probably not all of it, or they wouldn’t still be spread-eagled across their stools with their knickers hauled up so nicely, but it’s that girl over in the corner who’s the enigma. She doesn’t look to have been punished at all; one wonders what she’s being saved for. Although she is having to take her pants down now — it would seem that whatever the drama which is about to be enacted here, we have arrived just at the point when all is about to be revealed, though not to us unfortunately.


Eight pairs of eyes followed the woman as she paced around the room. She shook her head and stopped beside her desk. Looking up, she addressed the throng.

‘I just cannot understand it,’ she said. ‘Blowing up the school lab is bad enough but to choose to do it today — today of all days. I’ll never live it down — never!’

The time was indeed somewhat inconvenient for the terrors of 6B1 to try out their latest — and most catastrophic — chemical experiment, for Uplands School for Young Ladies had that day played host to none other than His Royal Highness Sheik Khaleb whose daughter, it was hoped, would be joining their number in the new term.

The Royal personage had been quite impressed with what he had seen and had just sat down with the Headmistress, Mrs Wolf, when the explosion rang out. He ran along the corridor with Mrs Wolf and sundry other teachers to discover the blitzed laboratory. No-one had been injured but it was obvious that it would cost thousands to repair the damage.

Mrs Wolf apologised over and over again to her distinguished visitor but it was clear that he was far from pleased with what he had witnessed. Bidding the woman goodbye, he said he’d let her know about whether his daughter would be attending the school and left in a flurry of robes.

Mrs Wolf was certain what form his decision would take — there would be no Sheik’s daughter joining Uplands in the new term and it was all down to the eight little wretches of 6B1 who sat nervously before her in the detention room.

‘Mr Partridge left you for just ten minutes — ten minutes! And just look at the havoc you caused,’ she stormed, setting off on a head-shaking walk around the desk. ‘Well, there is nothing else for it — you must all be punished. At least if I can assure His Highness that you have all been severely dealt with he may have second thoughts — I doubt it, but he may. At any rate, punished you shall be and, let me say, punished as never before. All of you choose a separate desk, take off your skirts and bend over.’

There was much scraping of chair legs and muttering as the eight complied with Mrs Wolf’s wishes. Within a couple of moments eight navy-blue-knicker-clad bottoms were presented to the redoubtable Headmistress who had by now extracted from a drawer of the desk twelve inches of brown leather.

‘Knickers up nice and tight,’ she thundered and the eight reached behind and tugged at the waistbands of their respective garments.

The woman was standing at the side of the girl who was to be the first to taste ‘Wolf’s Whacker’.

‘Let this be a lesson to you, Angela Freeman,’ she said and held aloft the wicked tawse.

It fell with a swoosh and lashed across the tight seat of the girl’s pants. Angela gasped as indeed she gasped after each of her six strokes. She was ordered to remain in position as the next girl was approached.

‘Jacqueline Yates — your turn. Now stick that bottom out!’ came the command as again the strap was raised. Jacqueline was yelling after only the second stroke and by the time she had received her full quota was weeping copiously.

‘Janet Ball; six for you.’ And the strap wrapped itself around the large behind of the tubbiest girl present. Her fat cheeks wobbled, her large hips swayed as the six strokes were administered to her rear-end.

‘Only two days since Miss Harding had to give you a spanking, isn’t it, Sonia,’ she said as she moved along the line to the next girl. ‘Well, this will hurt somewhat more than that, I can tell you.’ The leather tawse thrashed down onto the girl’s bottom, leaving her gasping for air and stifling cries of pain.

‘Helen Thomas; I thought I told you to get these knickers up tight,’ said the Head as she tugged at the waistband so that the base of the girl’s cheeks were bared. Mrs Wolf made sure that four of the strokes that this girl felt landed on that denuded area — an act that brought forth high-pitched screams from the unfortunate young lady.

‘Do I detect a bit of cheating here, Miranda Fuller? Mrs Wolf asked as she reached the next girl. ‘Two pairs of knickers, eh? No doubt you feel the cold more than most. We’ll have them both down, Miranda, so that you can feel the heat more than most. Come on girl — jump to it!’

Asa’s note:-

I have covered many groups…and detention rooms…

continued….

Miranda knew that any protests would serve only to exacerbate the situation and within the minute was bending again over the desk with her plump bottom bared awaiting its thrashing — and what a thrashing! Mrs Wolf laid the strokes across the girl’s naked buttocks with all her might and, amidst her wailing and pleas for mercy, Miranda made a mental note to ignore the suggestion of one Teresa White of Form 5A2.

‘Bottom out, Lesley Bugden,’ came the order as the Head moved on to the penultimate culprit and the strap swooshed down its half-a-dozen times onto the thinly-covered bottom.

‘And last but not least,’ announced Mrs Wolfe, ‘we have Julie Howard. Something of a regular customer, aren’t we, Julie. I wouldn’t mind betting that you instigated the little bit of fun in the lab. No? Well, nevertheless it’s six for you so hold onto that desk-top firmly, young lady. This is going to hurt you more than it’ll hurt me!’ The strokes rang out and Julie, for all her experience of being on the receiving end of ‘Wolf’s Whacker’, yelled her pretty little head off.

‘Right,’ the Head began as she resumed her position at the desk at the front of the room. ‘I want you all as Miss Fuller is — that’s right, knickers down — and be quick about it. Let’s see how much damage my strap has done.’

Eight bare bottoms were now on view as Mrs Wolf strode down the aisles inspecting the glowing

cheeks.

‘Hmmmm — yes, very good. I think you all felt that. Er, Janet and Helen — what are you doing? Did I tell you to pull your knickers back up? Well?’

‘Er, no, Mrs Wolf. It’s just that…’

‘Yes, Helen — I’m waiting.’

‘Well, it’s just that… w-we th-thought you’d f -finished with us.’

‘Finished? Come come — you know me better than that, don’t you? Finished! — I’ve only just begun,’ she announced as from the confines of a drawer she produced a long, slender cane. ‘We’ll have those knickers right down and all of you right over those desks — and stop that chatting. Surely no-one believed that I was going to let you off with a half-a-dozen whacks with the strap, did you? Now, bottoms right out, girls…’

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Asa

The Visitor – Part Four

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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?”

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Asa