I am very sorry to tell you all that Samantha did not learn her lessons from her first two visits and after a few weeks she found herself once more feeling nervous, and full of trepidation, in my study, for being a very naughty girl indeed, and with no good excuse for it. She was found smoking a cigarette with two other girls, behind the bike shed. Worse than that, she had skipped a P.E. Lesson, feigning chronic period pain, to do so! She was not on her period, and has admitted it.
“You! Young lady, are a very naughty girl indeed. Smoking under age in school time, and missing a lesson to do so, by telling blatant lies! Have you anything to say for yourself or will it be another barrage of mindless mutterings from a girl in your position, who…I might add, has been here for spankings twice already this term!….hmmmm……well???”
“I am sorry Mr.Jones, I have no excuse.”
“Oh stop the quivering lip girl! You have tried your amateur dramatics twice in the past and you know very well that it makes no difference to me. You are getting a dozen with the size 15 plimsol. I will not be holding back either.”
She sighed, and bit her lip.
“Put your bag down there, by the punishment desk.” I said in a strict tone.
The nervous girl put it in a ridiculous place and I sighed heavily in annoyance and put it to one side. “Now then, pull out the stool please, and stand by it.”
“Now pull out the stool to a distance where you can squeeze in, sit down, and bend right over the desk please.” I carried on.
“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”
“Now sit down.”
“Thank you Sir.” She smiled, and sat.
I was going to say something like…”It is not an invitation to sit for a cup of tea, you silly girl.” But I could see she was frightened and didn’t.
So she sat, unsure of what to do, and how, she gripped her bottom like she had already been spanked. Nervous expectancy I suppose.
“Lean right forward and push your bottom out for me Samantha.”
“Yes Mr.Jones.”
“I am now going to lift your gym slip up, so keep your feet on the rail and push up.” Once again I spoke in a matter of fact way, with short clear instructions. It is easy for a nervous girl to get confused at this moment, so clarity is needed.
“Yes Sir.” She replied in her immaculate manners and voice. Her good upbringing and correct Oxford English accent shone through.
The target she was slowly presenting for a good spanking looked quite wonderful in her tight fitting navy blue knickers.
“Excellent Samantha, now push your bottom right out for me.”
She wiggled and pushed her bottom towards me.”Yes Sir.”
I think I will let you savour the navy blue knickers on Samantha’s beautiful bottom for a while, I do not want to spoil you too much. It will be bared in the next part.
This is part of me showing my photos in black and white, some have been seen in colour before, but I take so many similar ones at a shoot, that most of these are slightly different unseen ones.
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continued…
“Stand up little spanking pet, we are going to tie you to the Saint Andrew’s Cross now, and I am going to thrash your bottom.” Kate announced.
“Yes Mistress.” Came the meek reply.
They put her in position.
Final adjustments were made, to prevent movement, and Kate picked up a stout, broad, leather paddle.
She walked to the far end of the room, and stood still, focusing on her target.
Then she walked very quickly to deliver the first mighty slap.
As she squealed and tried to regain composure, Kate moved to stand by her side and gave her bottom a real Royal Spanking!
When this spanking was done, and before she moved on to her next spanking, the girls examined their spanking slave pain slut’s bottom.
They prodded and poked, pinched and squeezed her bottom, enjoying every whimper and squeal she let out.
They were satisfied, and after a little discussion they decided to move her on, to the next room.
Your colour bonus is of them leading her away, look at her red bottom, it is a shame the black and white did not do justice to it…sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t.
How they loved watching her red, sore, plump, wobbling bottom, moving onto its next punishment…it made them giggle and point. Whilst ridiculing her and dropping hints at was to come.
And the spanking pet, slave slut, enjoyed every moment of their talk, and wiggled her bottom even more, whilst letting out moans and little yelps of pain, just for their pleasure and to entertain them.
“How dare you spy on us? You NAUGHTY NAUGHTY NAUGHTY!!!!! maid!” Samantha chided. “And not only that! As well as spying on our private time…..when you are supposed to be working I might add! You have your fingers diddling in your fanny as you did so!!!”
Suzette spluttered and stammered, she had no excuse. She had indeed crept up on them, in private time as they spanked each other. She had spied on them whilst masturbating hard. Then she had run, when discovered. And all this whilst she was supposed to be working, and to top it all, their private time which always ended in mutual masturbation had been spoilt.
“Get here to this table young lady, you are going to pay a very painful price for this!”
Samantha stood back and flexed the cane, watching her poor naughty maid move to where she was directed.
She was given the chance to explain her actions away, but all that came was an obviously guilty load of rubbish.
A very angry Samantha asked each of her friends if they agree that she should receive the fiercest of thrashings on her bare bottom. Both agreed wholeheartedly. Sentence was passed.
Suzette accepted the sentence and said she was sorry.
Kate and Charlotte were excited and watched their maid squirm.
“Bend over girl!” Samantha said coldly.
Kate was itching to use the clothes brush on her bottom and Charlotte the cane, watching her bend over in submission for a hard punishment was so exciting.
“Kate, Charlotte, would you be so kind as to bare her bottom for a thrashing please?” Asked Mistress Samantha.
She did not have to ask twice.
Samantha flexed her cane in eager anticipation.
Charlotte put her cane in a warm moist safe place, and helped Kate pull the crisp white knickers of the maid down. Kate had the clothes brush in her hand, and was so excited that she kept giving Suzette little smacks with it on her knickers.
Eagerness and anticipation increased between the three of them as the naughty maids bare bottom came in to view.
“Kate, start things off with the clothes brush from cold, and do not hang back!”
“Certainly.” Replied Kate.
more to come….
Suzette, please describe your feeling to us, as this happened to you.
The atmosphere in her lovely house was one one calm, mixed with a heady scent of sexual arousal, not just for Samantha, but of course the strain of being gentleman whilst watching and smacking Samantha’s bottom stretched their trousers and self control of Fishmeister, James and Stuart to the limit.
Samantha spotted this…quite easily!
She made a suggestion. “I do not do sexual favours really, we have only just met after all, but I do understand need. Why don’t you all go in there…” She pointed to a bedroom. “….and one at a time you can come and masturbate as you look at me, I like that.”
“Yes please.”
“Yes please.”
“Yes please.”
Samantha smiled at the speed of the almost instantaneous replies. “Off you go then, I will be here waiting for the first of you.”
First out was Fishmiester…who walked down the corridor slowly, and totally captivated by Samantha’s bottom. “Can I….?”
“What? Shoot all over my bottom? Of course.”
He picked up a chair and sat, and looked at her….and began.
She loved the noise of a masturbating man, the wet click click clicks getting faster, his moans, and shuffles in the seat. She pushed her bottom and pussy out for him the very best she could. And listened.
As invited, he shot his load, high and far, to splatter all over her full round cheeks. You cannot see him he has a good range and is sat out of view.
He thanked her, and with tissues in hand, he walked exhaustedly back to the room. Samantha went to clean up, shouted the next, and went into another room.
“I’m ready James….come and find meeee!”
He soon found her, and she was polishing a mirror. “Sit down James, do you mind if I watch you do it in the mirror?”
James sat, and looked at her, as she watched him, examining him almost, as he masturbated. “Try not to soil my mirror.” She said as he increased his speed.
He was fascinated by her, and masturbated hard and fast, watching her watch him.
“Can I…..?”
“Yes, you can shoot all over my bottom James.”
Within minutes another fine load of steaming, warm, sticky spunk, ran down the crack of her bottom.
He left, she cleaned herself and waited for Stuart.
He walked in as naked as the day he was born, his manhood swaying from side to side. She was kneeling at the bottom of the bed. Their eyes met in the mirror.
He stood still, his mouth slightly agog, looking at her. His cock pulsating, and jerking up and down.
“Ready then?” Samantha asked looking at it. His wait must have been torturous.
“Do me a favour will you?” She asked.
He knew instinctively and shot a huge load of cum all over her bottom.
“I am going to have a quick bath, be a darling and make a cup of tea will you?”
Stuart went to pick up James and Fishmeister. They walked to the kitchen. Fishmeister said….”Bloody hell, that was amazing, I shot all over her….”
The other two laughed, and their glorious stories of their hat-trick unfolded.
Samantha smiled as she heard their laughter, and then gave herself an orgasm in the water.
More to cum…..but give the poor old lads a few minutes, none of them are as young as they were you know!
Ohhh…nearly forgot….your colour bonus. Don’t make a mess of the screen!
For a moment she faltered, I could see her mind co-ordinating what I had just told her to do.
“Take my uniform off? But once this is off, I have little left.” She thought.
I waited and coughed. “Ahem.”
She began to disrobe…
She fumbled, and paused. Her mind was not working correctly. She began to lift her green gingham summer dress, then stopped, she was in a little panic I think. I waited some more, and watched her.
She let go of the hem. My eyes drilled into her….”Ahem!”
What followed was almost surreal. I am a lover of the Romantic Pre-Raphaelites and their beautiful Gothic, complicated art. It was as if she was going to lie down in water for Rossetti, and be covered in rose petals.
She moved gracefully, like a swan, her silhouette against the pale warm wall captivated me.
It was as if I was watching a muse of Millais, or Hunt strip seductively for a sketch in some crumbling, romantic studio.
She looked serene, and I felt a tremble go to my soul. The light in the room looked like a studio, with delicate lighting control. Picking up fine shadows and delicate curves. Her movement was smooth, and unhurried.
I watched as she wriggled to let the school dress slide down, revealing her navy blue knickers….quite transfixed. She looked every inch a woman.
Her skin took upon it a delicate sheen, the arch of her back and the recess of her backbone thrilled me.
Her full ripe, plump bottom pushed through the navy blue material as if daring me, inviting me, to bare it and spank it,
She glided like a mysterious angel of spanking, drifting to an alter of pain. To hand her ceremonial robe of gingham green on a stout peg.
She reminded me of a medieval nun in a nunnery, removing her garments for her Abbess to birch her. She stretched up as lithe as a snake, to reach the peg, which somehow became the most important object in the room. The symbol of spanking…the Holy Grail of Blushing Bottoms.
She paused, and regrettably I broke the silence of the spanking spell. “Your underwear too please.”
The schoolgirl strip tease that followed was as far removed from a seedy Soho Club as you could get. What followed was schoolgirl spanking eroticism of the highest order, as we both drifted easily and delicately back into the sound of silence, and my beautiful, vintage, hollow sounding tick… tock… tick…. tock… clock.
The smell of Kate, and the soaked in beeswaxm on the polished oak completed the atmosphere. The world once more drifted away…
More to come, sorry to wake you up! My eyes were closing then!!!
She took her down a couple of flights of what looked like almost unused stairs, the only footprints behind them, in the settled dust, were theirs. Down corridors they wandered, and suddenly they came into bright light. The vision of the warm day outside felt like a peek into another world. people were working in a yard, loading vans, checking lists.
Samantha pulled back a little. “But what if they see us…naked?”
“I have walked here many times, the sunlight at this time of day is dazzling, nobody will notice us, trust me.” Charlotte replied confidently.
Note…
This is true, I have stood there with my girls, with men working only feet away. It is like we are invisible. The girls have played with themselves, and done very naughty poses. I have spanked them….it is quite amazing. Nobody has ever seen. If the poor unsuspecting workers only knew eh? The walk meanders many ways, a future part will concentrate on it, but for now, their next port of call…
She came to a room with various apparatus in, and tied her pet to a suspension bar.
She picked up a cane. “We have unfinished business to carry on with my little pet, don’t we?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Present yourself for another caning.” Commanded Charlotte.
“Yes Mistress.” Replied Samantha, gripping tight.
Charlotte took a slow deliberate aim, dragging the cane back and forth across Samantha’s buttocks.
Samantha’s breathing increased, and she began to writhe.
Her pendulous breasts swung gently as she writhed. “I love you Charlotte.”
“I know my little precious darling, I know….shhh.”
“I understand you, I know what you need. I love you too, very much. Are you ready?”
Slowly time passed, and Samantha’s breathing slowed. Then, she breathed in a deep gulp of air, and nodded her head. “I am ready Mistress, cane me!”
And cane her she did, hard. Six strokes, true and firm, in quick succession.
Then a calmness fell, as Samantha gathered her will and strength. Charlotte watched, and after a while said simply…”You have not done yet, get over to the cross.”
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.
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.
