This is part four of another wonderful spanking story from ‘B’, one of my contributors. To see the rest of her fabulous work, go to ‘links and contributors’ in the menu above, then click on ‘contributors’ and scroll down to her page.
She also runs a very immersive spanking game set in a school, if you cannot get spanked, or spank, this might be the next best thing….it is fabulous. Look here…
You will find links at the bottom of this part of the story.
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Whippingham Fitness Camp part 4
We
were surprised by the classroom; it was as Victorian as the mansion.
There was an old blackboard, the kind used with chalk. The school desks
were antique, with inkwells, and attached bench for two. The professor,
Mr Muesli, had a small, yet noticeable beer belly which was amusing for a
nutritionist. His desk was atop a platform, allowing him to monitor all
of us.
He
told us to be seated in silence. He insisted on the words, ‘in
silence’. We discovered that he has a falsetto voice. We giggled the
more. He smacked his desk with some short rattan stick, and we calmed
down.
We explored the inkwells while he started his class, they seemed empty.
“Adult
active young women as you, need an average of 2400 calories which are
to be provided by a proper balance of nutrients. He pointed his stick to call Annabelle. “Young lady, please tell us the basic food groups.”
She
stood to answer. “First one is pizza, the second is cheese for the
pizza, the third is sausage for the pizza, and the fourth is more cheese
and sausages.”
We roared with laughter.
His
voice hissed as a rattler about to strike. “Silence! Next impertinence,
it’s a bare bottom spanking in front of the whole class!”
We
calmed down, and he pointed his stick at Louise, who adeptly answered.
“First one is about breads, cereals, rice, pasta. Second is vegetables
and fruits. Third is dairy products. Fourth for meat, fish, poultry,
eggs, and nuts.”
He
continued. “Your diet is to be balanced between those food groups, one
serving of meat, two for dairy, and three servings of?”
He had pointed his chef like baton to me. A few girls from another dorm teasingly mimicked chickens. “Cot cot cot cot!” They were obviously implying that I could be a chicken. I sprang to my feet and chimed, “Three cans of beer!” They applauded, and I took a bow.
Mr. Muesli became purple, and seemed to have smoke coming out of his nose and ears. He charged between our desks,
and grabbed one of my ears. “Ouch!” He pulled me by my ear, as if I was
a ten-year-old Victorian schoolgirl. I didn’t have much of a choice. I
followed my ear.
He had me climb on his platform. With his hand not holding my ear, he pulled his chair in front of his desk. Then he sat, and pulled me over his knees. I felt a hot flush as I blushed crimson, when he raised my skirt and lowered my knickers.
Then with his short rattan stick, he spanked my bare bottom in front of the whole class. I heard giggling, and was quite mortified. I couldn’t blush any redder than a tomato.
My
feet stomped the platform as he whacked, striped, streaked and striated
my bottom with his mini cane. It was a blazing inferno. I surrendered.
“Oh! Ah! Ouch! Sniff, I am sorry Sir! Sniff, very sorry! Sniff.”
He helped me stand with my knickers still at half mast. He rolled my skirt above my incandescent moon before ordering. “You will be summing up on the blackboard what I have been teaching.”
I
started with a pyramid for the number of servings per food groups and
rubbed my throbbing derriere. There was more giggling, some whispered,
none too discreetly. “She’s rubbing her bum!”
He swiftly turned around and twice decorated my thighs with his short rattan stick. I danced, and rubbed my legs as a punished schoolgirl.
The lesson was almost over when he allowed me to pull up my knickers and adjust my skirt. Still red face, I turned around to face the classroom. It seemed like I gave the signal for June to fire a splotch of ink onto the face of a giggler. (see the oaks and pines poster at the top)
I had a huge smile, and was real proud of my friend. She was also lucky not to have been caught!
On
a crisp Sunday afternoon, the sky painted with pastel shades of blue,
the air smelling faintly of freshly mown grass, and the sun casting a
warm glow over the stable yard. He glanced around, taking
in the horses in their stalls, their coats gleaming like burnished
silver, their breath misting in the air. It was then that he heard the
faint sound of a car engine approaching.
The car turned the corner, and there she was: Stephanie, clad in a blue jumper that hugged her curves and tight cream jodhpurs that accentuated her plump bottom. Brown riding boots encased her legs, their leather polished to a mirror shine. Her hair, tied back into a ponytail, her hips swayed gently with her every movement.
She had an air of confidence about her, as if she owned the world and everything in it. She was in her mid thirties and a stalwart of the local community. She often had a glint in her eye the sort of glint that suggested she could be a handful in the right situation.
“Hello, James,” she said with a smile, her green eyes sparkling. “I hope I’m not too late .”
James blushed slightly and forced a grin. “No, not at all. The yard is shutting at four but you have enough time to take take mare out Stephanie.
I’ve just been giving the stables a once-over. You know, Sunday best
and all that.” He turned his attention to her horse, checking its saddle
and bridle. All was good. He handed the reigns to Stephanie
Stephanie
watched him for a moment, her gaze lingering on his broad shoulders and
muscular arms. She couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation.
Today was going to be a good ride.
As she climbed on to her horse, her plump bottom
bounce in the saddle, causing it to shift and ripple ever so slightly.
James felt his heart skip a beat as he watched her, he had noticed her
bottom on many occasions. Her jodhpurs were always immaculate, she often
wore thin white dressage ones just for a hack . unable to tear his eyes
away, he jumped as he realised he
was staring. Don’t be late Stephanie. I need to close the yard by four.
She kicked and the horse trotted on. Ok.. she shouted. I won’t be out
for long. With that James watched her ride off into the lane.
Your
came and went and with each passing minute, James became more and more
concerned. It wasn’t like Stephanie to take this long on a ride. He
began to pace back and forth, glancing out over the fence, hoping to
catch a glimpse of her returning.
Finally, he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed a torch and
a first aid kit, just in case, and made his way out of the stable yard.
The air outside was cool and crisp, and the sky was beginning to
darken. He called out for Stephanie as he headed down the lane, his
voice echoing through the quieting countryside. As he searched, his
heart raced faster and faster, his thoughts spinning out of control. He
tried to remain calm, to tell himself that she was probably just taking a
longer ride, but the fear in his gut wouldn’t let him shake the feeling
that something was wrong. After an hours fruitless search James was now
very worried and returned to the yard to phone for help.
As
he reached the yard James caught sight of a figure in the distance,
moving slowly through the lane. His heart leapt into his throat as he
recognised her blue jumper. “Stephanie!” he called out, running towards
her.
She
turned around, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps.
“James, thank goodness you’re here. I got lost. I wasn’t sure which way
to go.” She gestured to her horse. “I stopped at a friend’s place for a
drink, and then I couldn’t find my way back.”
James
frowned, feeling a mixture of relief and annoyance. “You should have
let me know, Stephanie. The yard should have been shut two hours ago.
You could have been in real trouble out here.” He glanced at her, taking
in her disheveled appearance, and felt a pang of concern for her
safety. “Are you okay?”
She shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken up but thanks for coming to find me.” She glanced down at her horse, who had started to fidget beneath her.
James
nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Alright, let’s get you and
your horse back to the stable. We can talk more about what happened once
we’re there.” He offered his hand to help her down from her horse, but
she hesitated for a moment before taking it.
As
they made their way back to the stable, Stephanie tried to compose
herself, straightening her posture and adjusting her hair. James glanced
at her sideways, wondering if she was truly as unaffected by the
situation as she seemed. Once they arrived, he unsaddled her horse and
helped her brush it down while she cleaned up her riding gear.
“So,”
he said, once they were both finished, “I assume you’ve learned your
lesson about getting lost and not letting anyone know where you are?” He
felt he had a right to tell her off. She nodded, biting her lip. “I am
sorry, James. I really didn’t mean to cause so much trouble.”
Words
then tumbled from his mouth. He took a deep breath, trying to remain
calm. “Well, I think it’s clear that you need a reminder of the
consequences of your actions. I’m not sure if you’ve ever been spanked
before Stephanie but it’s something that I’ve found to be extremely
effective in situations like this. Her cheeks flushed at his words, and
she hesitated before answering.
“I-I
haven’t been spanked since I was a child,” she stammered. “But I
understand that you’re only trying to help me learn from my mistake.”
Her voice was shaky, and he could tell she was fighting to keep her
emotions in check. “”Stephanie,
James said “This would have to remain between us. I believe in
consequences and there are consequences for what you have done”.
Stephanie just nodded.
Jame
decided the conversation had gone too far to back down, took her by the
wrist, leading her over to a nearby bale of hay. He sat down on the
hay, then patted his knee. indicating that she was to bend over his lap .
“I want you to know that I’m not angry with you,” he said gently, as
she slowly lowered herself onto his lap. “But it’s important that you
understand the consequences of your actions, and that you’re held
accountable for them.”
He took her across his knees, resting her on his strong thigh, he laid his
hand on her bottom and pressed slightly . “I think a good, hard
spanking is going to help you remember this lesson,” he murmured, his
voice a low rumble in her ear. Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of
his hand against her backside. “Are you ready for your punishment,
Stephanie?”
She
bit her lip, the anticipation making her stomach flutter. “Yes, James.”
Her arched slightly raising her twin mounds higher. Stephanie closed
her eyes and took a breath.
His
large hand came down hard on her rounded jodhpurs clad cheek, the
impact flattening her buttock, sending a jolt through her body. “Ow!”
she gasped, her cheek immediately radiating heat and sting . His his
hand smacking down again, this time even harder. “You’ll be hearing that
a lot more, I think,” he warned, spanking her over and over.
The
sting of each slap spread across her bottom, making it feel as though
it were on fire. Stephanie couldn’t help but wriggle and squirm as his
punishment grew increasingly intense. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sobbed
between breaths. “I won’t do it again, I promise!” James surveyed the cream
tightly clad bottom dancing under his hard hand. Her legs were kicking
but he held her on his lap firmly, his hand continuing to strike her
plump jodhpurs with unrelenting force. “That’s what they all say,” he
murmured, before delivering another resounding smack. “But actions speak
louder than words, don’t they?” whack!
He
spanked her harder now, each slap making her cry out in pain and
surprise. Her bottom burned like fire, and she could feel the sting of
each spank spreading outwards. She twisted and turned, trying to escape
the relentless punishment, but there was no escape. She apologised repeatedly
He held her firmly in place, his strong hands keeping her where she
belonged. Each cheek wobbling and springing back into shape.
Finally,
after what seemed like an eternity, he brought his hand down one last
time with such force that it made her yelp. “Alright,” he said, his
voice gruff with emotion. “That’s enough.” He tipped her off his lap and
onto the floor, her bottom stinging and sore. She curled into a ball,
tears streaming down her face.
James
knelt in front of her, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her gaze
to meet his. “I want you to look at me,” he said firmly. “I want you to
understand that I care about you, and I want what’s best for you. This
was hard for me, too, but it had to be done.” He wiped away a tear from
her cheek. “Do you understand that?”
She nodded, sniffling. “I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”
James
smiled gently, pulling her into a hug. “I know you mean that, but I
want you to mean it deep down. This time, you got off easy. Next time,
the punishment will be worse if you don’t learn your lesson.” He held
her for a moment longer, then let her go. “Now, why don’t we go back
inside and get you cleaned up? You’ve had enough excitement for one
day.”
She
nodded, sniffling. As they walked back toward the barn, her hands were
glued to her red hot , stinging rear. Stephanie felt a mixture of shame
and relief. Her bottom burned, but she knew that James’s punishment was
for her own good. She glanced over at him as they entered the barn, her
cheeks still flushed from the spanking. “I’m sorry I worried you.
James smiled reassuringly, his expression gentle. “It’s alright. I’m just glad you’re safe now. Here, let me help you clean up.
As
they made their way to the stables, he couldn’t help but feel a sense
of relief wash over him. The spanking had been hard on them both, but it
had been necessary. He knew that Stephanie was a strong-willed woman,
and sometimes she needed a firm hand to keep her in line. He only hoped
that this experience would serve as a reminder to her of the dangers she
faced out there in the world. They
shut the yard up between them and James walked Stephanie to her car.
She winced as she sat on the seat. Her eyes still red from tears. “See
you next week James”. James smiled. “Take care Stephanie “. He shut her
door m, turned the key in the ignition and drove towards the lane. James
watched her go. He had spanked a grown woman but it had felt the right
thing to do. Would he do it again if the opportunity arose….. yes of
course he would. He smiled inwardly.
That was one of the first disciplinary spankings I ever gave. She was a good few years older than me. Looking back it probably was not wise thing to do. There could have been repercussions but it all worked out. In fact it was not the last time I went searching for a bale of hay with Stephanie in tow.
She could feel Mr.Maxwell’s eyes drill into her, and could sense that everything about this punishment was different to what she had had before, it felt much more serious.
She stood next to the rack and turned to him.
“When you take the baton, pass it to me, and then stand before the flogging stool.” He said before walking slowly to the centre of his study.
He coughed. “I am waiting for the baton.”
“Oh yes, sorry Sir.” She said meekly, and turned, awkwardly, to take the baton from the rack.
Both the stool and the baton had arrived at the school decades ago, and showed signs of wear. Their appearance suited the mood, she knew that this must have happened many times over the years, for the more serious punishments.
She took it, and could not help thinking of who had held it before.
Some strange logic in her nervous head told her to smile politely as she passed it, perhaps being a good girl and doing as she was told, might make him think of lessening the punishment.
Her timid smile evaporated, it was obvious by his face and raised eyebrow that it had made little or no difference to the proceedings.
With difficulty, being at such close proximity to the strict authoritative man who was to punish her, on her bottom, she swallowed. The gulp almost echoed in the silence.
“Thank you. Go to the flogging stool.”
She did as she was told.
She stood at the stool and awaited instruction.
The instructions shocked her, she gasped…
“Kate….you have been a very very bad girl. You have been exceedingly naughty. You are a disgrace to your uniform. TAKE IT OFF!”
Every school needs a caretaker, or if you are in the U.S. etc a Janitor. Well, a new spanking friend Mike has sent me a story about one. So…because it is about a caretaker spanking a school girl, (he has chosen Kate.) I will call his stories…
‘Tales From the Caretakers Room’
They might not all involve the caretaker, but I think I will work it, so that the caretaker is recounting his memories of what he has seen and heard over his ears of service at the school
Kate is playing Sally, it suits her, she looks like she would be a good Sally. I am going to use a couple of my stock photographs, but hope to take some of the caretaker in the story, spanking the naught girl. I think they would be unusual.
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Number 1
The Caretakers Tales ~ The first spanking I ever gave a girl…
Sally was a good girl, mostly. Unlike some of the others in the sixth form at Grangely Grammar School for girls, she was always punctual, did her homework on time, and whilst she wasn’t a high flyer, she did well enough in coursework and exams to not be a concern to her teachers or parents. She had responsibility, as a prefect, to be a good role model for the younger girls, and also to keep them out of trouble, but only by giving them lines, or on rare occasions detention. For anything more serious than using the wrong entrance, or spending too long in the toilet at break and being late for the next lesson, she had to refer them to a teacher.
She was often in the Headmaster’s Study for praise, or being asked to run an errand.
She did, however, have one weakness. When she was in the lower sixth, her friend Lucy had got her into smoking. Not in a massive way, just the occasional secret cigarette behind the trees at the bottom of the school field, or behind the bins near the kitchen, or even a couple of times, in a classroom after school.
Lucy
had left at the end of the last term, not because of getting into
trouble, but just because her mother had changed jobs and so the family
moved away. Sally really missed Lucy, and missed the secrets they had
together, not just the smoking, but also all intimate things they talked
about. She did carry on smoking though, which she enjoyed mostly
because of the idea of just being able to get away with something
naughty, to be a bit of a rebel.
It was during Friday lunchtime when Sally finally came unstuck. She had been to lunch early and could have gone for a walk into town. Instead though, she went round the back of the school behind the kitchens to her usual place behind the big commercial bins and sat down on a couple of milk crates, next to the huge industrial charcoal grey bin, then got a cigarette out and lit it, and drew on it with pleasure.
Great pleasure, the smell, the taste, and the answering call to the tempting voice of nicotine…..”Mmmmmmm, oh I needed that!” Said Kate.
She had only had a couple of drags when she heard someone coming and hastily put the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out. It was the caretaker, who looked surprised when he saw her, and said, “Oh sorry Miss, I just need to take these milk crates away. Why are you round the back here by yourself?” Then he noticed the smell of the smoke and spotted the cigarette butt. “Oh, I see now. You thought you would have a crafty fag out of sight. Sorry Miss, but I am going to have to report you to a teacher. What’s your name?”
Sally thought about giving a false name then realised that would probably backfire so she said “Sally Roberts, but please don’t report me, it is only one cigarette”.
“I have to Miss, sorry, it’s part of my job to watch out for any kinds of problems or trouble. You will probably only get detention for a first offence. Best to stop now though, as there was a girl who got permanently excluded three years ago for repeated smoking and encouraging other girls to smoke”.”Surely you can overlook it. I promise to stop and I will even clean up all my cigarette butts from here”.”Ah, interesting, so not a first offence then. That gives me no choice really”. “But if I get a detention my parents will know, and they will kill me if they find out I am a smoker, they are always going on about it”.
She tried to look as sorry as she could.
“Well then you know why it is a bad idea. I tell you what I can do, I can deal with this myself and then no-one will need to know. You will have to cooperate though, or I will report you officially”.
“Yes, I will clean up, and tidy this area if it helps”. Proffered Sally.
“Thanks for the offer Sally, but I don’t need help clearing up, this area is the kitchen staff’s responsibility anyway, and I don’t think that would be enough of a disincentive to stop you smoking again. No, what you need, young lady is some good old fashioned correction”. The Caretaker said with a serious voice and matching frown.
Sally frowned herself, and hesitated, then she asked “What do you mean by old fashioned correction?”
“I mean the sort of discipline that teachers aren’t allowed to use any more, but is very effective. A proper punishment that doesn’t take long but has a lasting effect. What you need, Sally, is a good spanking.”
“What – you must be joking, surely that isn’t allowed any more”. Sally said with what almost a laugh.
“No, it isn’t, which is why it has to be unofficial, but I am not joking.”
“That’s absurd, I am not going to agree to be spanked by you or anyone else”, and at that Sally started to walk away.
“Don’t be too hasty young lady. It’s your choice of course. You can walk away now and I will put in the report at the end of today, or you can get this over and done with quite quickly with no need for teachers or your parents to know. As I say, it’s up to you.”
Sally paused and turned around “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“Well, when is your next free period?”
“Tomorrow morning, 10 until 10:45. Why?”
“If you come to my room at 10, then it can all be over by 10:30 and you can forget all about it after that, providing you don’t do it again of course”.
“And if I agree then you won’t report me ever?” Sally said looking for confirmation.
“If you don’t get in trouble again, then I won’t report you. I can promise you that.”
Sally thought about it, about how ridiculous it sounded, and how embarrassing it would be if she went through with it, but then the alternative would be humiliating in a different way.
“Alright” she said “I will do it. Can I go now?”
“Of course. See you tomorrow at ten then”.
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That night Sally tossed and turned in her bed, worrying about it, but also strangely curious about how it would turn out. She only finally got to sleep when she put her hand inside her pajama bottoms and played with herself until she came, as quietly as she could manage.
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Next day:
The caretaker looked up from his pile of invoices at the clock and saw that Sally was already five minutes late. He carried on with the paperwork and eventually there was a tentative knock at the door. “Come in,” he called.
The door opened slowly and in walked Sally, looking smarter than yesterday in her uniform. Looking a bit sheepish, Sally spoke “Sorry that I’m a bit late, it took me a while to get here after my first lesson”.
“And why is that? I saw you go into room 6b at 915 and I heard the bell go at 10. It’s only just at the end of this corridor.”
“I know, but I went to the loo on the way”.
“And the senior girls toilets are right next door to here, so that doesn’t explain why you are ten minutes late.”
Sally didn’t answer but shuffled her feet and looked down.
“Since you didn’t have the courtesy to tell me you would be late then I need an explanation young lady”. Demanded the irate caretaker.
“I didn’t know so I couldn’t tell you beforehand”.
“No, . I know all you prefects have my number in case of problems that need fixing urgently. You could have texted me from the loo But why did you take so long?”
Sally mumbled something unintelligible.
“What, speak up girl, I’m sure your teachers don’t put up with mumbled answers”
Sally looked up and her face was blushing “Well if you must know, I went to the loo for a wee, but ended up having a nervous poo as well”.
“Ah, now that explains things, but doesn’t excuse it. We will have to revise your punishment a little”.”What do you mean?” Sally said, and then added hopefully, “will it just take longer?”
“No, I think half an hour is long enough, but after the skirt and knicker spanking you will pull down your knickers and be spanked on your bare bottom”.
Sally then became indignant.”No way. Are you some kind of pervert? That wasn’t what we agreed”. She turned and went to walk out but hesitated, thinking of the consequences of being reported.
“What we agreed on was a spanking at Ten. You have broken your side of the bargain, so I am afraid the rules have changed a little. So, are you going to cooperate or not?” He said in a matter of fact way.
Sally groaned and eventually said “alright, but under protest.
I am going to do a photo shoot for the caretaker spanking, so it will be a wait before part two.
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I am going to do a photo shoot for the caretaker spanking, so it will now be a wait before part two
There are two ways to see his work, one is to click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu bar above, then click on contributors, and scroll down to his page. Where you will find all the bulletins.
I have been chatting to my friend, the Headmaster of Broadley Bottom College for Girls, again, we either mail, text, phone,or chat in a CP Chatroom. I believe he and his staff are as busy disciplining naughty girls as we are here at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls.
What a week he has had!
It was History Enactment Week, and during the past week his girls have turned up in all sorts of outfits, to put on little plays, take part in ‘living’ dioramas, do dance, sing, play music, and so on. Of course, as always, naughty girls just cannot help themselves! There have been spankings galore!
These two girls did an enactment of ‘Mutiny on the Bounty’ and mutiny was the right word. A teacher corrected their dates, their accents, and many of the facts. It appears all they had done for research was watch a film, (not paying too much attention) whilst drinking rum to ‘get into the spirit’. They reacted to her criticism badly, by having a swearing tantrum! To top it all, she found their rum in their lockers at school, after smelling it on their breath.
How the rest of their year giggled when both were soundly spanked before them on the excellent set the non teaching staff had put together!
A lot of girls did Bronte, because it is on the curriculum for English Literature. Some of them got into trouble for showing their bottoms on the stage at lunch, whilst a girl filmed it for social media! Luckily it was found and deleted before it became a scandal. My friend got them all at the front of the school at assembly, and did a sort of history lesson! He told them of the conditions in the Victorian Schools and cited ‘Oliver Twist’ asking for more at his workhouse. He told them of the birch.
Imagine how the girls were feeling when he said…”I am going to demonstrate one in use, on the bottoms of these stupid girls who think that showing their own bare bottoms to the world is a good idea! I have made one fresh, cutting the twigs myself this very morning!”
In the period style Assembly Hall, he said it looked very authentic and the rest of the girls cheered wildly! Here are the offenders…
Whilst the staff and students were distracted, two of the naughtiest girls in school skipped off to town to do a spot of shopping and had lunch! But in their Sports Kits, really? Everyone knew where the were from, and a mother of a girl who knows them rang the school….A very public spanking on the main street followed, and their bottoms were smacked all the way back to the school gates!! Much to the towns amusement, and it was said that when they got home, their squeals as they got the hairbrush from Mummy and Daddy were so loud they could be heard in the adjoining streets!
During the enactments, two girls dreamed up their own line dancing routine to a tune from ‘Calamity Jane’. And a calamity it was, when both blamed each other for colliding in to one another, and ending up having something akin to a shoot out at the OK Coral at lunch. I must say, the outfits are jolly good and the girls put some effort in…all of them.
My friend says that the do have their good points, and he usually sees them pointing up at him when he has his plimsol in his hand! He is very amusing!
There were organised visits and trips all week, and one girl disgraced herself at the trip to the workhouse. She got caught smoking after setting the alarms and sprinklers off, damaging some expensive displays. He said her bottom was so red, that even after she pulled her trousers up the colour could be seen through her knickers and white trousers. She got 12 of the best, with the senior cane, after first having two dozen of the plimsol!
As we were talking, he said he had to go. A girl had stolen the homework from another and copied it, mistakes and all. he was about to punish her before the girl she had stole it from. He left the phone off the hook, and I listened. My word, that man knows how to deliver a spanking!
Anyway, I must be off, Kate, Charlotte and Samantha have been caught smoking again, ahhh, here the are! Bye for now.
Each time we made her pay for the mistreatment of Mr.Gibson in the past, we gave her bottom time to rest. We could spy on her in the room we had imprisoned her in, and it soon became evident that she was a highly developed, sexuall hungry, young woman.
I was watching her masturbate at least twice a day, it was also evident that the whole process of capture, imprisonment, use, and punishment, excited her beyond her previously known barriers.
We left her pleasure equipment from her day, purchased from an erotic antiques collector I know, made of polished wood and stuffed leather.
We also left her a steel collar which she kept polished with pride, and when it was punishment time, she greeted us accordingly.
I would collect her, on opening the stout oak door after looking through the copper grill, she would crawl to me like a pet dog, to beg for a walk. But in her case, it was to beg for pain, on her bottom. Her much needed punishment.
I would lead her through the mill, up the cold ill lit stairs and into the punishment room.
Whereupon I would leave her for Mr.Gibson.
Today he had asked that she would greet him as a naughty school girl, struggling to touch her toes, as she waited for the cane to land.
I put her in the usual uniform, and put her in position, located in the classroom. It was cold, I could just see my breath.
I turned as I left, feeling quite envious of what Mr.Gibson would do to her, but he deserved his revenge after his years of torment from her, back in the past, and wished him good luck.
I turned and looked at her bottom, this was my view, and left, gently shutting the door. I met Mr.Gibson on the stairs, carrying a long bamboo cane, made of the slow growing type, with may raised rings throughout its length, it would be very painful.
He nodded, said thank you, and went to the door.
I coughed. He turned, and I asked….”How many?”
He looked at me coldly, and said matter of factly…”Thirty Six.”
We turned and went our own separate ways, until the next time
Part way through doing ‘threes’ I decided that they were taking a bit long and now do multiples of 3 in a part…
continued….
The riding crop finished in a fast flurry, both the naughty waitresses dancing rapidly in their ropes.
Sweating and gasping heavily after their spanking exertions, the three women calmed down, it was time to do something they all enjoyed very much. Mistress untied them from the serving counter, telling them to trot like little ponies. “Giddyup girls! Knees up!” …smack, smack, smack…
The girls brought their hands up to their chests and trotted.
She galloped them out of the door, and turned them around, it was time for a bit of training for the ponies.
“Now sit down my dears.”
Kate and Charlene got down on their haunches, smiled at each other and kissed.
“Did you enjoy being spanked before the customers, and thrashed by me afterwards?”
“Yes very much Mistress.”
“Ohhh we did, it was fabulous Mistress.”
“Then I need my usual reward.” Said Mistress, in her quiet soft voice.
The two girls looked at each other knowingly. Then waited for their commands.
“Hands up!”
“Stand and trot for me….knees high, look like the graceful ponies we have in the field, and whinney!”
The two girls stood, and began to trot and whinney, like smart little ponies.
Round and round they galloped, their breasts bouncing and bottoms wiggling and jiggling up and down and side to side.
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“Into riding position.”
The two girls assumed a well known position to them, and their Mistress mounted.
Charlene gripped a suction dildo between her feet and Mistress watched as she galloped. Both Kate and her pony friend told their Mistress exactly what she wanted to hear….
“Oh we love to go at a spanking trot for you after you have spanked our bare naughty bottoms, oh we love a good spanking Mistress…..”
And as she ground her clit into Kates back, listening to the word ‘spanking’ said as often as they could, she galloped to a wonderful orgasm!
This was all acted out at one of my events, everyone loved it.
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.. It was December and the young ladies at the Finishing School had been working hard under the strict discipline regime.
Laura had recovered from her three experiences of “finishing school discipline”
First, after the slapping incident during hockey, Mr Burton had slippered her in front of the hockey team, her ‘Buckingham Green’ gym slip raised and navy-blue knickers on display against the white painted wall of the changing rooms with the whole team stood in an arc around the spanking.
He had completed that punishment privately, in his study, later in the day, sending for her from the gym, with her just in her P.E. Vest, blue knickers and grey sports socks, with a further bare bottom slippering and six strokes of the heavy tawse!
Second, she had received six swats of Mr Jones slipper, skirt raised and navy knickers again on display in front of the biology class, over a desk, for “inattentiveness”. Laura was firmly of the opinion that this was undeserved.
Thirdly, she had received a “six-of-the-best” caning in Mr Jones office, knickers down. This for further inattentiveness!
The
after effects of each punishment had been curiously exciting, but
having to bend over, knickers down, in front of two different male
teachers had been acutely embarrassing. Not an experience she wanted to
repeat.
By December she was trying to forget all about it and recover her “good girl” status.
Samantha picked up a piece of wood, around 14 inches long and 2 inch diameter, it was well battered and worn, it had come with the flogging stool. “I was curious about this when I found it about two months ago, and I looked on line for vintage flogging stools like this one we have. It seems they were made by ‘Masons’, a well known stockist, manufacturer and supplier of corporal punishment equipment. Lots of Headmasters and Headmistresses Studies had them. Some were sold with this attachment. I think at one time it had brass ends, because in the catalogue they did.
Charlotte and Kate listened with interest, the history of spanking fascinated them all, and little jewels of information like this intrigued them. “I must show you the old Masons Catalogue I found here, dated 1934, there is one of these, exactly the same, it was only about £4!” Samantha informed. “Let me show you how it works.”
She rested the baton across two staves, a perfect fit.
Then she stood before it, and placed her knees in the middle. “Now, when the knees go inside, the batton slides behind them, Simple and clever eh?”
“All we need is a willing bottom Charlotte!” Samantha said rolling her eyes towards Kate.
“I prefer unwilling ones, it’s more fun!” Laughed Charlotte.
“I can be unwilling!! Oh God I love it when they make excuses and plead for it not to happen!” Kate added.
“Then the tears……ooooh no no no, please Miss no!” Charlotte laughed again.
The mood changed. “Right then Kate.”
Charlotte pulled out the baton.
Samantha said….”ooooh she is wondering what she has let herself in for!”
“No honest, I need it…hard and fast!” Giiggled Kate.
She squeezed easily into position.
“Oh wow!” Charlotte exclaimed, “I can see the position and the gap for the baton coming already!”Then gently she slid the baton into position.
Kate gripped the holding bar.
“How does it feel Kate?” Asked Samantha.
“My word, somebody put some thought into this, simple, quick and as easy as you like, and I am trapped. My bottom feels so presented and vulnerable. I bet it is so scary when bare and you pick up the plismol, tawse or cane!” Kate replied eagerly.
Samantha moved to the spanking side. “Can you see the position though, it is just perfect for it!
They all agreed. Silence fell, as anticipation rose.
