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Miss Kenworthy lived alone, and after school she often thought of the girls she punished and the sights and sounds of those young round cheeks being spanked or caned…

Two girls out of the hundreds she had to punish in her job as Head of Discipline at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls came to her mind frequently as she rubbed her wet pussy. ( see https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=5930 )

They were Charlotte and Kate. She imagined owning them, like maids in frilly outfits, to punish and use.

Unbeknown to Miss Kenworthy, Kate felt the same, and she too thought of her whilst masturbating.

Usually at her desk, the smell of the school and cool wood on her bottom made her think of her spankings.

Charlotte had another year to go, but sadly Kate was leaving soon, and unusually had asked if she could come to see Miss Kenworthy a week or so before she did. So after school Miss Kenworthy waited at the allotted time. A knock on the door was followed quickly by Kate, who burst into the room crying!

“Oh Kate! Whatever is the matter?

“You! You are the matter!” She sobbed. “I have fallen in love with you….and..and…”

“And what?”

“I love my punishments! I don’t ever want them to end! I need them so much. I think I am going mad. I leave soon, and feel like my life is coming to an end! I am so sad….” Kate spluttered through her snot and tears.

Miss Kenworthy sat her down and explained her own feelings and offered her the post of live in maid! Kate was dying to get her own place and leave her home, so she said “Yes, yes! Fucking hell! YESSSSSS!” So, in the briefest of moments their wishes came true.

“First, you need a bare bottom caning for bad language!”

“Oh yes please Mistress! Can I call you Mistress in my job?”

“You may. I will pay you, but I shall expect jobs to be done correctly, perfectly, or else!”

“I will make sure I am very lax in my duties then Mistress.”

Miss Kenworthy laughed. ” Cheeky maid! Get over there and bare your bottom!”

With her bottom presented high and bare, Miss Kenworthy laid it on hard and fast.

No matter how much a submissive wants it, the pain of a cutting cane never fails to surprise and schock, especially when given full force and at speed. Both were in spanking heaven…

You can read about Kate’s subsequent role in the service of her Mistress in other photo sets…

If you go to part three, it has a link to part two etc etc https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=11492

…it was time to see how her new slave girl reacted to punishment. Charlotte was excited, Spanky the slave girl was too, but also anxious and desperately wanting to please.

“Follow me.” Said Charlotte, and she took her to a small frame, to position her.

She tied the rope from her Gorean Slave collar to the frame, and told her to stand with legs apart and straight. “I am giving you six of the best with my cane.” Announced Charlotte.

She walked to Spanky’s left side, flexing the cane, she could tell by the movement of her head that her slave girl was following her feet. The vast empty room went eerily quiet. Distant sound of traffic, bird call, and a barking dog were noticed by them both. She took her stance.

As she took aim, the sun went behind a cloud, cool air drifted in through the open windows, and made goose bumps cover their flesh.

It was like some kind of ceremony, Charlotte stood there for a whole minute, cane raised, watching the nervous quivering body, and the twitching expectant bottom.

CRACK! The silence was broken by the whistle of a swishing one metre length of best German yellow rattan which struck the glorious cheeks dead centre. Spanky let out a long wail…

“Owwwwwwwww, oooooooh oh ohhhh.” But held her position well.

The scream and whack echoed through the open windows into the outside world, Spanky gripped, and Charlotte raised the pulsating cane again…

To be continued…

It’s time for you to go to her, she has pulled the cord, the little bell, like a ‘dead ringer’ has rung in your room. It is your turn, you strip naked, and open your door, to climb the stairs. Honoured that she has chosen you tonight…but also scared.

NOTE :- a dead ringer was a bell tied by a length of string, over two pulleys, to the big toe of a corpse in Victorian England. It gave the chance of a mis-diagnosed dead body, to attract attention. I came across it a year or so ago. I like horror books, and vampires. In one I was reading, a man was alone in this morgue…a bell rang, then another, and another. The bodies began to move!

Anyway…you start climbing those stairs! She’s waiting for you…

She can hear your footsteps approaching, and is getting excited…

Knock…knock…knock

She looks at the door, only an inch and a half of solid English oak separates you.

She takes a deep breath, and in a low, slow, soft, menacing voice, she says…

‘Enter…’

In the next part, you go in! See you soon…