Sunday morning, the day of reckoning. Mistress has added the totals of merits and de-merits, for the past week, together. She is telling the girls what is to happen later, and how many strokes.
She produces the cane, and their bottoms twitch in anticipation. She taps each one on the head and tells them how many they will get.
‘thank you Mistress.’
‘thank you Mistress.’
‘thank you Mistress.’
‘Ohhh come on! That’s not right, you do not know what you are doing! Stupid Mistress.’
“Make that 100.”
‘thank you Mistress.’
“The talk of caning you has got my pussy wet, put your hands up my skirt, pull my knickers down, feel my pussy, squeeze my bottom, stroke my thighs….until I orgasm. That would be very good pets.”
Mistress began to buck back and forth as the orgasm hit her clit…
It was Charlotte and Samantha who put a finger each up her pussy and sliding them back and forth, one up, one down as she squealed her orgasm…”Oooooohhhhhhhh my pets, my pets!”
She switched on the camera and caned each girl in turn for her followers on her web site, (that particular morning there was a mass orgasm of 3458, in the ratio of 2010 men 1448 women.)
She then put them on display, and the followers slowly calmed down to watch the post orgasmic spectacle of wiggling sore bottoms, many repeating their orgasms, some three times and few even more.
Why not join them, four finer bottoms you will rarely find together….so, hands on cocks, fingers on clits and in pussies, annnnd begin…up, down,up, down…pick up speed, that’s it, let’s all try and come together. They will not stop until the last one of you has done, so no rush…enjoy!
Mistress watches each little screen as girls and men reach their climax, whilst her girls wiggled away, encouraging them with naughty words…’come on, shoot on my bottom!’ “Imagine I am licking your clit as Mistress spanks me!” And so on, until there was just one hand left…yours….moving faster, and faster, annnnd…ooooh there you go!
“All done! See you next Sunday!”…as you switch off you watch them hugging.
Cheating in an exam, is a very serious offence. I decided to give her a very hard fast spanking wth my thick soled, heavy duty plimsol, thirty swats. No mercy.
“Silence! This girl as you know, has been found to be cheating. Whilst all of you have been revising, working hard and diligently getting ready for the test, she has not! I am going to make her squeal and dance before you all. Charlotte! To the stool, now. You know the drill, present that bare bottom for me, hurry girl!”
I stood by her side, looking as stern and as cross as I could. I put my left palm in the small of her back, pressing her belly to the stool and delivered a blistering attack on her buttocks. She did indeed squeal. Her legs kicked. It was fast and furious, the deep whacks of rubber on soft bare flesh echoed around the room with her long gutteral yells of pain.
Her bottom was ablaze!
“Right young lady, get yourself in disgrace once again, out to the front with you! You will be pleased to know that a letter is being typed for you to take to your parents. I suspect your Daddy will be excersising his right arm with his belt again this evening! He told me last time that the next will be at your front door. So I expect a lot of your chums here will see the spectacle!”
Eager laughter and excited chat rippled through the room, I had just ensured a large vocal audience.
She danced a merry spanking dance at the front of the class as the rest of the girls giggled at her plight.
“Now that is enough of your hopping about, it is no good thrusting your bottom forward you silly girl, it will not move away from the fire burning in it! Bend over, poke that naughty red bottom out to the whole class and let them see what a silly, naughty, young girl you look. You can stay there until the end of the class, then go to my secretary for your letter!”
“Well Charlotte, once again your bare bottom is going to get a spanking! It is parents evening soon, I am going to have to have a word with your Mummy and Daddy. I know your Daddy well from the golf club, he has an excellent swing. I suspect you will be experiencing it first hand! Get to the form, bare your bottom, bend over and place your palms flat upon it!”
I spank her lovely curvy bottom soundly with a strap and send her to the naught corner, and much to your delight I tell her to display her bottom until the bell goes.
Slowly I am adding a few words to some photos, like this for example…
Can’t be sure, and it is my own fault for not being organised and keeping all my notes in good order. But when I found this, it said in the note that Mrs Walters, the professional Bircher of naughty bottoms in Bristol, (I have written of her at length) used to allow photographers in to record some of her punishments, and this was one. I have started an illustrated story all about her, it won’t be coming soon…I have a lot of other stuff to finish first. But here it is…
Some bottoms for you! Most of these are submissions from Tumblr and vintage sites. As a photographer myself, I know the annoyance of having your photos used without permission. If any are yours, just say, and I promise to delete or credit as you wish…
We have all masturbated where we should not have at some time or other.
Remember that feeling? Enhanced by the thought of being caught?
Imagine how it feels at a school, in the 1960’s, knowing that if you were caught it would mean at least a spanking, or most likely the cane.
Kate finds a classroom, at lunch, not being used, put yourself in her place. She leaves the door open, so she can hear the noise. She does not take her knickers down, she takes them off! Then rubs her clit, and fingers her slit,with her legs wide open. As teachers, prefects, and other girls walk by the door. Every little sound, every threat of discovery, sends a wave through her body as she works at her orgasm…
This was her first orgasm, restrained yet powerful. I need you to know that this is not posing, it is real masturbation. We did leave the door to the studio open. All the way through I kept telling her that anyone could walk in, and that soon lots of you would be looking at the photos…
Rubbing frantically now, she was building up for a big one. I told her to imagine she could hear footsteps, the Headmaster’s. “He stops at the door, will he come in, how would she feel rubbing and fingering, unable to stop as he starts to shout at the top of his voice.”
My word, she orgasmed hard. She was there, she could see it, she could sense it. She said to me afterwards that as she screamed her orgasm she could see him coming to grab her ear, and pull her down the corridor, still rubbing and orgasming as other girls looked aghast.
At the Victorian House I shoot in, the cellar has been converted into an air raid shelter. We have tea breaks down there and because their is a good sound system, the girls can have a little dance too!
Hardly pauses for breath, excited over just about everything, opinionated, and upsets a few people….that’s most days! She is the perfect brat for spanking. She always blames everything else, nothing is her fault, she is misunderstood and punished unfairly!
The truth from my point of view, is that she is not really naughty. I doubt if she has done anything unkind or cruel in her life. She is a loyal friend. But gets in scrapes. She just cannot help getting in trouble.
I now have someone who understands what I mean. Especially with her over long, excuses. Some just don’t even make sense! Interspersed with her hard done to pleas of being wronged again by an unjust world!
Lucy does not know when to shut up, and invariably ends up making her punishment worse!
Lucy has been rattling on, at ten to the dozen, for five minutes. All Samantha said was…”Have you anything to say for yourself?”
Lol….I soon learnt to ditch that question!
“ENOUGH LUCY!!! FOR GOODNESS SAKE! SHUT UP!”
She gets a stool to sit on…
“Get over my knee…now!”
“Why? I have not done anything! I am being punished unfairly…again! Stupid teacher in this school have no idea! They….”
“SHUT UP!….just bloody well shut up and get over my knee right now!”
“Teachers never swear in my country…hah! They would be…”
Still muttering her disgruntlement she reluctantly goes over.
“Oh really!? You are still wittering on! How many more times? SHUT UP!”
Samantha decides to pull her knickers down and do it on the bare.
“Nooooo, noooo I do not deserve it on the bare! No no no!”
Exasperated, Samantha continues.
“Get up Lucy.”
“Why!!! ha ha, you do not know what you are doing! You bare my bottom, and then….”
“I am going to cane your bare bottom you stupid girl, get over there, NOW!”
Lucy does so.
Do you see what I mean? If she had kept quiet, a spanking on the knickers would have been an end to it, but instead, she is getting a bare bottom prolonged caning.
This is Lucy, and she got exactly what she wanted.
What she needs, and craves. Some deep red painful lines across her bottom.