You are now almost dying to orgasm, still you look through the keyhole at the astonishing events unfolding. There, before your eyes, is the headmaster, teaching a mummy, how to best spank her daughter…
Once the spanking was over goodbyes were quickly said and mummy said her new regime would begin immediately on her daughter’s return home with a new pair of slippers she had purchased that very day. They walked straight towards you!
You run quickly to the room opposite to hide. The door does not quite close however. You sit on a desk, thinking of what you witnessed. However, unbeknown to you, they did not come out of the door straight away, Mr Watson looked at the slippers, an excellent choice it seems, and described the double whacking technique, where you hit on the down stroke of a girl bent over and hit again on the upward returning stroke…very efficient at getting a very red bottom as there is little rest between whacks!
You assume the have gone, your pussy needs urgent attention…
Soon your knickers are down and stretched between open legs. And you finger your cunt wildly…
At that very moment, Charlotte and Mummy leave, to hear quite clearly you saying…..”oh I am a naughty girl like Charlotte I wish Mummy and Mr Watson were spanking me now….oooooh I need spanking…yes…yes…yes”
You never hear them come in, until you hear a cough… “Ahem!!…so you have been spying on us! “
Your orgasm hits…..”Ooooooooohhhh mmmmmm!” You cannot stop your fingers!
Madam, pass me a slipper, you take the other! We shall grant this girls wish!
Before you know it, before a giggling Charlotte, your bottom is high!
Just a reminder you are looking through a keyhole, you are actually on the corridor, looking through the keyhole in the door where they (punished girls) exit. Are you masturbating? Very risky, and if you get caught…well…you will be next. But I can’t say as I blame you!
Once her bottom was bared, the spanking picked up pace, and ferocity!
Then it was time for two surprises, as you will see. What a view you have! Don’t forget to keep looking up and down the corridor…
You stare from her bottom, to pussy, to her face and his. The smacking sounds, the reddening bottom, her wriggling and little yelps, are such a turn on for you.
You are now so fascinated you can hardly move your eyes, or blink. He kneels her on the chair. Her delicious bottom is pointing right at you. He threatens her with the cane! You hear a knock, and turn, but all is quiet, you realise someone has just knocked on the outside door and entered the School Secreteries Reception.
The intercom buzzes….it is Mr Watson’s secretary. “She is here Mr Watson, shall I send her through?” He leans to the desk to press a button, ‘Yes, Marjorie, send her in.’
You look an listen in disbelief, who can he possibly invite to look at the punishment.
A smart looking middle aged woman walks in, just as the cane cracks across Charlotte’s bottom…..whack! “Owwwwww!”
“Oh please don’t cane my daughter Mr.Watson…please! I know that on parents evening I said I would get her in hand, and I haven’t, but please!”
“I was going to give her a crisp dozen! I thought you had forgotten our arrangement Madam. But you are here now, so let us continue.” Said Mr Watson with an air of authority.
How embarrassing for Charlotte, the Headmaster and her Mummy had a long conversation over her bare bottom!
“Well, first of all I apologise for being a little late. But please, as we discussed, teach me how to spank my daughter. I promise I will discipline her every time you send her home with a note. And to your standard.”
You could not believe it! She was here for spanking lessons.
By the look on her face, Charlotte could not believe it either!
“Start off by giving her twenty good hard smacks, on each cheek, if she is not screaming and crying by the end, I will guide you!”
Mummy looked down at her wayward daughter and began!
Molly is a lovely client of mine who answered one of my adverts. She has been a few times and on her last couple of visits agreed to reenact her visits for me, so long as I do not reveal her real name and show close up views of her face.
After her punishment at school for smoking, the journey home on the bus was horrid, with the goody goody girls making fun and saying what would happen when she got home. The looks from the older people did not help, especially some of the men who almost salivated at the thought.
She passed the note to Mummy and Daddy with a trembling hand…it was like a ticking bomb…
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“SMOKING! BLOODY SMOKING! You naughty girl! Mummy, get the spanking bench out, I’ll fetch your brothers and sisters! Mummy! Open the curtains wide, and the window too, let the neighbours see and hear!”
With her grinning siblings stood in an arc, the distant noise of outdoor chatting filtering in, Kate got in position. Daddy got a size ten slipper, mummy got her size six, and taking a cheek each they whacked away for fifteen minutes, only stopping to change sides… twice!
Note…..you might like to know that I have got a mummy, and a teacher, but they are for later crimes, be patient! But next is this….Kate said, “Please can I not get caught, let it be speech day, and I sneak off to a classroom….you can photograph my orgasm!”
How could I possibly refuse? The photos are already taken….and are coming soon.
To say it was only the second spanking of her life, she did very well to take the plimsol. I put her over the piano stool to display her spanked bottom for you, telling her I use it for giving naughty girls the takes on.
As she left, she looked down blushing and said, ‘You know that piano stool, you told me if and the position for tawsing a naughty girl.’
Sometimes, all you need in front of you when you relax, is a spanked bottom. This one belongs to Molly…
She was a spanking virgin when she came, and quite nervous. I took my time to relax her as we chatted over tea and cake. Just over an hour later she was wriggling for England as I gave her a grand spanking. Oooh she made lovely noises. The tawses are there just for photographic effect. I only…I say only! I spanked her by hand….but very hard for a first spanking a girl has had, she did very well.
As she left, she looked down sheepishly and said….”I’d like to try the plimsol next time please Mr.Jones.”
After all being caned and severely reprimanded the girls were told to stand and think about their behaviour over the past few terms and always being in trouble.
One of the things I always find very interesting after caning girls, is watching the cane lines. Keep an eye on them…as their bottoms stretch into different positions.
“Right, it is now time for my Prefects meeting, they come here once a week to discuss various matters. They are all very good, innocent, well behaved, studious girls. Unlike you three naughty girls. Bend over, all of you. Think about this….you three are in shame, with sore red bottoms bared for anyone who comes in to see. They are good girls, coming to see me and help with the way the school is run. You, are naughty girls in disgrace! They are good girls wearing badges to show the world they are, on their lapels. Your badges are worn on your bottoms, they are six bright red throbbing lines each!”
The girls bend over, knowing that the good girls are going to see everything they have, and once the meeting is over, will share their news delightedly. They hated the good girls! And the good girls loved being good, and seeing naughty girls humiliated.
There is a gentle knock on the door. “Come in!”
The good girls come in and a couple of gasps come out, as well as a couple of small titters. The naughty girls hear this and cringe.
This is the sight that greeted the prefects.
The meeting lasted fifteen minutes. The strain on the girls was made obvious by odd little grunts and groans. I noticed casual looks and smiles.
The good girls left, pausing as they went by the naughty girls.
This is the view the good girls had, as they left my office.
“Right, straighten up! Your ordeal is not over, I am using you as an example to all. Keep your bottoms bared, it is break time, we are going to walk the corridors.” The girls sighed. “After you!” I said as I opened the office door. I followed them down the corridors and lots of girls pointed and giggled as they passed. I did nothing to stop them. This humiliated them, but I hope, finally, that they were learning a lesson!
I took them to a classroom where the first years were going to have a geography lesson, and put them on display on a form.
Their bottoms were fading now, but they would still be a very good example.
I took great care in aiming their bottoms in the right direction, to make maximum impact on the young impressionable girls who would soon enter. You see, the first year girls had no idea. I could hear them now gently chatting away, in two lines of fifteen, waiting to be let in.
I opened the blinds to make quite a good display of punished naughtiness. I was ready, and went to the door to open it. “Quiet please girls. I have something to show you today. Instead of taking your seats, I want you to make two lines, one stood, one before it seated, against this wall. Come in!”
Giggles and titters, shocked gasps and exclamations of surprise spewed forth from the mouth of the innocent. This is what the two lines stood and sat to see.
I saw the line of naughty girls shudder and quake in embarrassment….and began. “Girls, before you are the three naughtiest girls in school. After six years this is where they have ended up, in disgrace, in shame, in pain. Let this be a lesson to you, the path you choose in this very important year could lead you here, or, to being at the pinnacle of a good girl, like a prefect. The choice is yours. But if you choose this path, let me assure you, this is how you will end up!”
The girls began to chatter.
I went to my desk.
I heard a splat, and one of the three naughty girls said ‘Owwww!’
Those first years are a devil of a shot with their pea shooters!
Depending on why you are bringing your brat, we can also offer humiliation and ridicule. Imagine having great pain inflicted to a bare bottom, possibly naked, and probably in a ridiculous situation, and all the brat gets, instead of sympathy, is ridicule, laughter and derision.
Such as making them read whatever you have written for them, whilst rocking on Neddy, having their bottom well and truely spanked…
Or of course you could get them to run the spanking gauntlet!
