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continued….
The Governess of Spanking Dreams, took Princess Spanky, dressed in her school uniform, to another room.
Charlotte was quite amazed by the spanking maze she seemed to have found herself in. Like falling down a magic rabbit hole to end up in spanking heaven.
“Stand here.” Said The Governess, as she positioned her pet.
Charlotte looked down to see where she was to stand and spied it, for the very first time. She had read about them, and the wicked sting that they deliver to a bare bottom. But there, before her eyes, was a real dragon tailed tawse.
Samantha smiled….”Seen it then?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “Only the best for my girl, I have found it in Mr.Jones Erotic Collectibles, well, sort of, he gave it me.” She chuckled.
Charlotte looked wide eyed, and then watched her Mistress tie her to the suspension bar with pretty pink ribbon and silk rope.
Charlotte trembled as she felt her Mistress prepare her, she felt her soft breath, the heat from her body, and the soft touch of her delicate fingers.
The Governess of Spanking Dreams was fastidious in the art of presenting a bare bottom…
As she did the finishing touches, and bent down for the dragon tail tawse, she whispered to her pet.”You are now ready, I am ready and eager to try this new tawse, it will be hard, and quite fast, brace yourself.”
“Yes Mistress, I am ready for you.”
She began…
The dragon breathed fire into the cheeks of the screaming damsel, through it’s tongue, as it lashed repeatedly across her plump flesh. Each lash leaving its dragon tail mark.
Princess Spanky pushed up hard to greet every one of the dragon’s kisses, and the hard nipples of her Mistress’s breasts pushed hard against her thin white cotton.
“Dance my Precious, do the Dance of the Dragon for me.” Roared her Mistress, as the fire in her pet’s bouncing bottom exploded.
She leapt from foot to foot, squealing and screaming the song of the dragon as she danced…
“Right, stand still for the final few, legs wide, and push that bottom up high girl!”
“Yes Mistress, yes, yes, yes!”
Pain and pleasure connected the two girls as thick, cold leather joined them together in the harmony of the Dragon Dance!
As the last whacks, thwacked, against the rippling buttocks of her pet, the room fell silent again, heavy breathing and the aroma of female sweat filled the air…
Despite her promises, and my warnings, Samantha found herself in my study once again…
As always she was beautifully turned out, it has to be said that she takes pride in her appearance.
I asked her to explain her actions and why she has ended up back here after her first spanking and corner time. She struggled with anything other than that she had been naughty, been caught, put on report, and then she became quite glum.
As at her last visit, when I announced that she was to be spanked, she fought back tears.
“Now come on, don’t be silly, you will get spanked whether you make a fuss or not, it is up to you. Put your bag and hockey stick down over there please.
I put her into the place I intended to spank her, and told her to bend over. I made her clasp her hands and grip them between her knees.”Do not remove your hands at any time…understand?”
“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.” Was her sorry reply.
I raised her green gymslip.
Then I lowered her navy blue knickers, to reveal a fine bottom for spanking.
It came as quite a shock to her when I picked up my size fifteen plimsol and delivered four resounding whacks to each cheek. She squealed loudly begging me to stop and saying how sorry she was. To her credit, her hands did not move.
I stood as if watching a sunset, as the red shiny glow on her grand orbs grew and grew. She whimpered and cried, and sniffled, but remained in position as a chastised and punished girl should. I saw the stingy redness reach its peak, it must have been stinging immensely but she did not try to rub, much to her credit. Many get an extra few for doing so.
Once again I put her in corner time, there was just one visitor during her ten minutes, and that was the school caretaker asking for an order for some consumables to be signed. I could see her cringe, and him smile as he looked. It is all part of the punishment.
There was another knock on the door, after my secretary had buzzed the arrival of the next naughty girl to bare. So after saying “Enter!!!”, they passed each other, and the day’s conveyor belt of fresh pale bare bottoms to turn spanked blushing red, continued.
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Victoriana – Part 1
The dream had taken me back in time, Daddy had pulled me over his knees, raised my pleated school skirt, pulled my knickers deep into my valleys and vigorously spanked my bare bum.
I had a long cooling shower before getting dressed for my day at the bank.
After
a short bike ride to the nearby market town the tellers of the local
Barclay Bank greeted me with courteous, “Good morning Miss Alicia!” I
returned their greetings with a warm smile. They again seemed to compete
as to whom would wear the shortest miniskirt. At 22, only a few of
years older, I would have loved to join the competition, but I am their
supervisor.
I
dropped my bag on my desk and climbed the stairs to poke my head into
the office of the manager’s secretary. As usual she was having coffee
with the deputy manager. I was offered a cup. A few minutes later we
were joined by our manager. He poured himself a cup and point blank
questioned me, “How’s your French Alicia?”
“Average… Sir.”
“You are due a promotion and London is offering the position of deputy manager of the Calais branch.”
“You
would have a leave to beef up your French. Your language coach or
whatever program will be paid by the bank. You have a week to think
about it.”
On
the way back home I was milling over that proposition and almost missed
the opening of a newly renovated shop. A rare occurrence with the local
supermarket having killed most of the small shops of our residential
suburb.
The name and the purpose was interesting, Victoriana Vintage Fashion and Haberdashery. I attached my bike to a nearby lamppost and examined the window. There was of course plenty of haberdashery supplies and a strange mix of dress patterns from the 70s and a number of Enid Blyton’s books.
I also spotted inside the shop a mannequin dressed with a lovely tartan pinafore.
I pushed the door, a small bell chimed, I was welcomed by a middle aged lady behind a very modern sewing machine. After a polite exchange I asked if I could have a look around. “By all means! Please don’t mind me, I already have plenty of work.”
The
shop was set up so that visitors could browse without being under the
eyes of its owner. I could discreetly satisfy my curiosity. The tag on
the pinafore read, ‘Made to measure, £107’
That wasn’t cheap! There was a wooden bookcase with more books by Enid
Blyton and an assortment of school like cotton knickers and woolly knee
high socks. Several clothes racks offered a selection of dresses and
skirts similar to those pictured by the patterns in the window. Most
tags read, “Made to measure, please ask for a quote.”
Those
dresses and skirts weren’t as short as those of my bank tellers, it was
only the fashion of the 70s, the start of the miniskirt revolution. I
suddenly remembered my first mini, Mom had smacked my thighs, “Now you
have a choice, wear that brazen skirt showing that you were spanked or
wear a proper one!”
I
did wear it a few years later when they retired by the sea after having
sold their business. I did also wear it at the bank as it isn’t too
short contrary to Mom’s ideas.
I
spotted a cute set of a short tartan pleated skirt with a white long
sleeve blouse and a black sleeveless sweater. The tag said that it came
with white cotton knickers and knee high socks for £70. Somehow it
reminded me of my old school uniform. Although I didn’t know if I will
ever dare wear it, I tried it on. The stretch waist was an easy fit, and
the lady asked how short I want the skirt, “Not to short please.”
I
collected it Thursday late afternoon on the way back home. I tried the
skirt on. I loved that it was quite short without being too short. It
felt flirty. I imagined testing it on a few dishy guys at the local
coffee shop. I again remembered Mom having smacked my thighs.
Then I was surprised to find a small leaflet in the pocket within the waist band.
“Would you like to learn French ?
Old fashioned method
Guarantied results !”
There
was no address, no telephone number, nothing. With the Calais offer in
the back of my mind, and the intriguing promise of guarantied results I
was very curious! I returned to the shop to show that leaflet to the
seamstress. She gave me a card,
Ecole Ecarlate
Enseignement tradionnel du français
Birchwood Manor
Upper Switchingham
There
was an address and no telephone number. I didn’t know that manor, but I
knew the picturesque village. With a beguiling smile the old lady said,
“You already have the uniform.” I raised both eyebrows, and she added
with a somewhat admonishing tone, “Be sure to wear it when visiting.”
Alicia
To be continued…
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This is the third adventure of Princess Spanky and the Governess of Spanking Dreams…
First we saw them in the punishment room..
Then in the conservatory…
And now, in part 3, Princess Spanky has been caught masturbating once again, instead of doing her chores. To see the rest, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu bar above, and scroll down to 87, in 87 you will find another 20 or so stories….just scroll through, you’ll find them!
continued…
…we left Princess Spanky in a now familiar situation! Getting ready for yet another bare bottom spanking from the Governess of Spanking Dreams.
“Every time I regain my trust in you, you let yourself down don’t you? It is a good job it was me who caught you imitating a fiddler’s elbow with a carrot up your pussy isn’t it?”
Poor Charlotte could not help but snigger at her Mistress’s choice of words.
“QUIET!!! You stupid girl, I am being serious, what if it was my Mother, or a friend, even worse a friend with a child or two? Have you no sense at all girl?”
Charlotte quietly got into position, thinking it best to keep her silly mouth shut.
Samantha moved to her side.
“I am seeing more of this broad smile than the pretty one on you face!”
Again Charlotte giggled.
“QUIET!!!”
Her Mistress delivered a few warm up smacks, by hand on her pet’s upturned bare bottom.
“Oh I am not warming you up any more, why should I? You do not deserve kindness today you naughty girl!” Samantha said as she walked to her cupboard. To get a leather paddle.
“Right then girl…..brace yourself!”
The Governess of Spanking Dreams began to spank her with the leather paddle, making her pet wiggle and squeal…
Just at that moment the gate opened, and into the back yard walked you! You look through the window, the Governess of Spanking Dreams smiles at you….her pet continues to wiggle and squeal….
As usual at this part of the story, either me or Samantha spank Charlotte to get a nice red bottom for the photos . I did in this case, but then we noticed the time, it had run out, and I have not done any more with this series ……..yet.
So…….THE END…..no more to come in this one, for now.
I wrote to a lovely old museum, a mill, a bit like where my studio is, all white paint and wood, but alas, they said no. I fancied having her working in a mill next you see.
I will think of something for her, and it isn’t as if I have not got enough to be going on with. But they will return….so…
You see, I put my first post on X (Twitter) on Nov 22nd, last year, and now, almost four months later, I have 700 followers. A long way from the 7000 I used to have on there, but non the less, I am enjoying it. Suzette has gone on too, and she is flying. So, if you want to be in contact with her, go to my web site home page, and click on the X button. You’ll find her.
But what it has done other than showing me just how popular X is, (I regularly get over 1000 views on a single photo post) it has shown me the power of a single photo, with a good scenario or situation, attached..
I intend to go through X at the end of each month, and look for the one or two with the highest views, and put them on here, but expanding the writing, so this is the start of that…
Scenario 1
…I have actually posted this today, so you can track it if you go.
The class had been restless, something outside of school, before the days lessons had begun, had made the school full of girls, restless. Lots of gossip, lots on innuendos. It had increased by morning break, it was commented on in the staff room at lunch. Similarly at afternoon break, everyone had said how it had increased over lunch.
It is now the last lesson and the chatter was almost at hysterical level when they came in. “Quiet! All of you, I do not know what has happened…..”
This was greeted with all heads turning to naughty Kate, I am not at all surprised to know that she is at the centre of it. She guffawed, and the rest of the class did the same.
“.…QUIET!!!! This is your last warning.”
Peace and quiet descended, I gave them work to do, and the scratch of pen on paper ruled once again.
Kate was stifling a giggle, I could see it building, she was going red, her hand was over her mouth, and when it burst out, snot flew through her fingers and she lost control….laughing loudly and snorting rudely.
I got hold of her ear with one hand and picked the tawse up with the other.
Half sniggering still, and half squealing at the discomfort in her left twisted ear, she was dragged to the rear of the classroom. I kept my arm holding her ear straight, so you can imagine the spectacle of a squawking girl, wriggling at my arms length.
…. “I warned you young lady!!!” I boomed, “I warned the whole damn class, but no, you, Kate, the bane of my school life, has to be the stupid little girl who goes hysterical before everyone”.
I make her stand facing the wall, and get the rest of the class to write out fifty times….”I must not encourage idiots to make spectacles of themselves in class” A huge groan goes up. “QUIET! You are now all going to stay behind for twenty minutes, with hands on heads, in total silence.”
The girls all write their lines. I collect them and tear the pages into four, one at a time, without even looking. Kate is stood looking at the wall still. I drop the pieces of paper ceremoniously in the bin. To prove what a fruitless waste of time this all is.
“Stand up! Turn around to face the punishment desk at the back of the room.”
Feet and chairs shuffle, as all the girls turn around.
I bend Kate over, bare her bottom and wallop her backside with great force! She squeals the room down. I tell her to stay in place, freshly thrashed bottom on view.
“Class dismissed. Stand by your cleared desks, with chairs neatly in place.”
They all have to file out, slowly, in single file, through the door by her side. She is now in disgrace and shame. The girls have stood up, cleared their desks and placed the chairs neatly. All but one untidy desk of course remains. The chair on its side on the floor adds to the silent drama.
As they begin to make their way, I announce…
“Class 5b you are deducted 500 class points, this will mean you lose the lead and go to fourth position in the Reward Table. Now off you go, quietly and orderly.”
I allow a lot of leeway in these situations, slaps, threats, and the odd pinch are all ignored by me as twenty eight girls walk by the naughty girl to go home.
The last girls go out, the door closes. I carry a stool to the naughty desk and ask her to give me her knickers. She sits on the cold hard stool with a wince.
I give her a sheet of paper, and a pencil. “In Upper Case, in your best hand writing, write out ‘I am a silly naughty girl who has acted foolishly and got the whole class into trouble. I have been punished and made to walk to the school gate with my knickers off and skirt tucked in at the back, with my red sore bottom on show……keep writing that until you fill the paper.”
She looks forlorn, and takes the pencil
“Leave the last line on the other side empty, for your parents to sign. I want you to bring it back tomorrow. At the end of assembly, with your knickers removed and skirt tucked in, you will walk onto the stage and hand it to me”
She begins to write…
I sit at my desk and smile as I hear the pencil lead break. The pencil sharpener is screwed to the bench at the front of the class, her bottom is towards me as she wriggles and cranks the handle. The pencil sharpener is so good, that the point it leaves is needle like, this will probably happen ten to twenty times, before she is done.
I know her parent well, the approve of my discipline, she really needs it regularly. They will almost certainly spank her tonight, and in the morning. When she comes up she will be wiggling her red bruised bottom before the whole school.
If, it is not signed. She will be bent over and get ‘six of the best’, touching her toes, before the whole school, to start her day.
Asa
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Scenario Number Two is Password Protected, you will see why…
Miss Kenworthy’s fame as a school disciplinarian and her systems, along with her apparatus, were becoming very well known. We had recently had the Board of Education tell us that they wished to use her system in other counties as a model. This they did, it was quite a promotion for her, and of course as Headmaster I did not stand in her way. She was now National Co-ordinator of School Discipline. A job she ran along side hers, here at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls.
Most of her serious discipline was done by a merit/de-merit system, and her own small team monitored the records. She meted out punishment on Thursdays and Fridays. Using Wednesday for groups. This freed up Monday and Tuesdays for her to visit other schools doing training.
We had a one to one meeting the other week, I am covering Monday and Tuesday discipline, and run my own Friday afternoon sessions too, as I always have. She asked if I would allow her to video her punishments of naughty girls, for her training.
I agreed, so long as she did her Discipline Seminars here, to increase School revenue. She agreed, my school is getting ever more famous, and the brand name of School for Wayward Girls, is now used in a number of counties and growing, each with their own county Saint before the title.
Hence Miss Kenworthy switching on her recorder, as Kate knocked at the door.
She added up the merit and de-merit marks and talked to the camera. Then on hearing the knock, shouted “Enter.”
Kate entered…and Miss Kenworthy told her where to stand.
Miss Kenworthy told her of her points, and also of her witness and proceeded to tell her that her punishment was to be recorded for training purposes. The conversation was long and detailed. Kate said she had gone in to take selfies, and of course Miss Kenworthy said nothing of what she knew.
Kate’s mind instantly went to the possibility of hacking in to the system!
Miss Kenworthy stood.
With her camera position in mind, she positioned herself centre stage, so to speak.
She sat down and told Kate to come to her right side.
….and then told her to get over her knee for a ‘Damn Good Spanking!”
It was at this stage that I stopped the ‘in three’s idea’, it was taking too long, so back to normal length, but still in black and white.
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Charlotte’s thoughts were all over the place, showing her knickers and more on line for money was one thing, but having them shown like this prior to a spanking was another, but she listened, hard…was that the steady sound of tips dropping in to her income box. Newcomers to the show, who had not heard her telling off, just assumed it was part of the show.
She decided to give them what they wanted….”Oh Sir, please, no, no, no! Please don’t spank my bottom, pleeeeeease!!”
“To late young lady, actions have consequences!”
With her bottom high, and white panties tight, the smacks began to land.
SMACK!
“Owwww!”
Smack after smack landed hard on her tight white knickers stretched across her fine plump cheeks, making them bounce and Charlotte squeal!
She protested throughout, but to no avail, her pleading made no difference whatsoever.
“Owwwww, ooooh, my bottom….ouch!”
Then his hand moved to the waistband of her school knickers and began to tug at the stiching, to make room for his fingers to slide in and get a grip on them.
With her legs kicking furiously, she begged, “No Sir, please no….leave my knickers up, ooooh oh….please….wahhhh….please!!”
The silence was deafening, Suzette did not turn, she stood rooted to the spot.
“Kate, remove her dress, slowly.”
“Yes Mr.Jones.” Said a smirking Kate, as she unbuttoned the coat like dress.
Then to a well known strip tease tune, she slid it down…”Ta da da daaa, de dah dah daaah…” She sang, quietly, and then giggled quietly too. She is so demure.
I am not really sure why, but Suzette played up to Kate’s little song, swaying her delicious bottom from side to side. I think she just could not help herself, it is just what she does….delightfully.
Eventually the beautiful dress was in Kate’s hands. I looked at Suzette’s underwear, and as always, it was immaculate, and new. “She must have a huge selection at home.” I remember thinking at the time.
“Adjust the Pillory to an ideal spanking height for Suzette, and secure her please Kate.” I asked.
“With pleasure Mr.Jones.” She beamed as she hung the dress on the pillory.
Suzette bent over, with her legs straight, and her feet slightly apart. Her tight black, almost transparent, knickers, framed by the classy suspender belt and stocking tops, displayed the curves of her full, gorgeous bottom magnificently.
Kate had positioned the adjustable parts of the apparatus perfectly. Her bottom was at just the right height.
I have seen Suzette’s bottom displayed more times than I can remember, yet every time the inviting beauty of it takes my breath away. I walked around to admire, and drink the sight in, like the first sip of a tempting fine wine.
The clever, interesting, sexy young woman knew what to do to invite a spanking, she swayed again, taking her weight from knee to knee. I was once again spellbound by the beauty of her soft flesh.
Her hands were secured.
Once in position, Kate stood to one side, nonchalantly resting her arm on the frame. “Legs wider Suzette.” I ordered. And she reacted immediately.
“Slide her knickers down for punishment Kate, please.” I asked Kate.
“Love to!” Replied an excited Kate.
And slowly, the thin, expensive sensual knickers, slid over the curves of her buttocks.
Kate very much likes things ‘just so’, and did a final titivation of the suspender straps and knickers.
“Would you like to get your revenge Kate? If so, give her a damn good bare bottom spanking, just to get things going!” I offered.
“Oooooooh would I Mr.Jones!!!! Yes please!!!” Replied an excited and delighted Kate, rubbing her hands like a woman about to eat her first meal after a couple of days of fasting!
“Revenge is sweet Mr.Jones, and in our spanking world, it is best served red hot!” Said Kate with great feeling.
Here at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls there has been quite a stir. This is Mr.Jones the Headmaster’s Study.
Quiet, serene, as always when it is empty, the only sound is the ticking clock and the gentle hum of hot water going through the cast iron pipes and radiators.
But don’t be fooled. Can you see the evidence folder, the green one on the desk? It has irrefutable proof that a member of staff, has been selling cigarettes to girls not old enough to smoke. She is one of our foreign exchange members of staff. Miss Kenworthy has gone to Bulgaria, to help them with setting up a National Standard of Discipline in Girl’s Boarding Schools. In return, there has been an excellent young Bulgarian woman, Miss Zette covering her absence.
She has up until today been a perfect stand in, the high standard of the girls discipline has been maintained.
Sue, was sent here a month before Miss Kenworthy went over to her country. She was soon fully conversant with our methods, and has maintained it in a first class manner.
But what we have here is a potential ‘International Education Standards’ (This is the Board of Education’s International Standard, set up by the Government.)… scandal, the newspapers would have a field day.
The only people who are aware of it are the police, and Mr.Jones.
Cheap Bulgarian cigarettes have been flooding into our area, smuggled in with no tobacco tax being paid, neither any customs and excise duties..
The perpetrators have been arrested for smuggling by Customs and Excise. Since then, to lessen their sentence, they have turned informer, and one particular path has led to this school. A member of the C.I.D., Detective Inspector George, is right at this very moment, being greeted in the adjoining secretary’s office.
It is a serious business, one that the Police and Government Officials need to nip in the bud, with as little official fuss as possible. Miss Zette, and one of the School Prefects, Kate, a girl recruited as a distributor, have no idea what is coming their way.
NOTE 1… I am introducing m/f spanking more. I have always wanted to be in these stories, and now, thanks to Artificial Intelligence and our very own expert, Cromlech, is going to doctor my face. Trust me, it needs it! I am sending jus a couple or so photos a week, so as not to make him too busy. As they build up, I will add them here. I hope that other AI users in my club might help and join the AI Spanking Team.
Click here to see a not so bad (in the good looking sense) Mr.Jones!…
More to come….drip drip drip…if you thought you had to be patient before, well….lol. I remember once with the story ‘Friday Night Masturbation Club, a chap called Peter sent an irate message….”For fucks sake! When are they going to get spanked, for Christs sake….get on with it!!”
I acted immediately, and made it an even longer wait! Huh! Nobody tells me what to do, its my blog! Never hear from him now…lol
Anyway…on with the story…I am doing the photos in a pale sepia, to make them look nice and retro.
The School Secretary, Sharon, has made a cup of tea, which we have drunk in her office with a chocolate digestive or three. Detective Inspector and I are discussing the file, and what needs to be done…
