Although famous for the use of the birch (I have many shoots planned for them, be patient) Ms Walters was famous for her variety and initiative at spanking in many various ways. Their next visit, only days later involved the use of a nursing chair and strap.
“I cannot believe that you are back here so soon.” Ms Walters said to them sharply.
Charlotte and Samantha looked at each other, then to Mrs.Walters, to the nursing chair, and down to the floor.
Mrs.Walters told them where to stand, and moved in between them.
She began with Samantha.
Have you seen the smile on Charlotte’s face? She is used to Samantha being Domme and loves to see her get spanked!She knows I have spotted her smiling. I spanked her for it later. How can I get angry when they do something wrong. I get to spank them, and sometimes I am sure they do it on purpose so they go over my knee!
The smacks were quick, giving little time for a bottom to settle, as it was so soon after their last spanking, the colours in the cheeks soon rose, and before long Samantha was kicking and squealing!
Then it was Charlotte’s turn to present her bottom to the kiss of the strap.
Most weeks I try to put something for the new visitor, who has no
idea what is here, and I try to tempt them to look, and maybe, with
luck, they become a regular visitor, a follower.
There are getting on for 500 photo sets now, and over 100 photo
illustrated stories. All my own work, as well as vast vintage and art
sections. Not counting all my contributors.
Click around the menu above, and stay a while, if you will.
This week I will tempt you with this…
The Art Work of Titti Garelli….
You will find a lot of artists I have covered if you click on ‘Vintage’ and look for the ‘Artists Link’
A fabulous artist, who for many years was most well known in
advertising. But then she branched out into erotica and many other
thought provoking avenues. Just put her name in Google, you will find
some fabulous stuff.
For me of course, it is her spanking art, and in particular that inspired by Ostra/Beiderer…
What makes these fabulously interesting to me, is that she went out
looking for school report cards on local markets etc, looking for actual
school report cards to paint on. The ‘Pagella’ cards have all sorts of
information on, including punishments.
So….never mind everything else she did, to have that idea, is brilliant isn’t it? it makes her art work in this genre, one above everything else. I love them…
The Registrar processed me with a smile, the smile of a prison door. Then she escorted me to the Uniform Store, and I followed with my suitcase on wheels. A matron with a seamstress measuring tape welcomed me with, “Good afternoon young lady, please take off everything above the waist!”
I was kinda surprised, “Huh!”
“If I have to repeat myself it will be a spanking on your very bare bottom!”
“Oh!”
I wondered if the CEO of the Manchester Courier would give me a bonus for a spanking. I hurriedly took off my blazer and blouse.
“And your bra!”
I
blushed and took off my bra. She measured me, and the tape felt cold.
She disappeared between the shelves. I was joined by a girl which had to
be a 6th former as I am supposed to be. I covered my titties and
blushed the more. She came back with half a dozen bras. They were well
covering and white without a trace of lace. She gave me one to try, and
once I had it on she tugged it back and forth and let it snapped back.
“Ouch!”
She
unfolded a huge plastic bag and dropped five bras in there. Next was
trying a white blouse, and five of those followed the bras. I was also
given three school ties. I was thankful that Pop had reminded me how to
do a proper knot. Two navy blazer with the school’s crest followed. Then
she ordered, “Please take off your skirt and knickers.”
I took my skirt off and she repeated, “And the knickers!”
“Huh! Bu… bu… but!”
I didn’t have time to mention the presence of the other girl, she grabbed me by an ear and had me bending over her desk in a perfect, and for sure well practiced move. “What did I tell you about repeating myself?” She yanked my knickers down, and this undercover reporter got a bare bottom schoolgirl spanking in front of her future chum.
I
had forgot about the numerous spankings I got, but soon remembered. She
had the callous hands of a gardener and she also smacked my thighs. I
pedaled my legs and probably showed everything I have. Then she stood me
up and I felt my ears tickling. I knew that I was blushing as red as a
tomato. My hands flew to my throbbing bottom, and I danced on the spot.
Six
pairs of white girlish knickers were dropped into my bag. I carefully
pulled up my knickers and she handed me a tartan kilted skirt which was
about the same length as my usual minis. I felt the hem brushing my
throbbing thighs.
Then
she mentioned, “Newbies are to wear white socks for two weeks.” I
pulled up my white knee high socks and she added six pairs into my bag.
T-bar shoes followed and for a grand finale it was a boater with a
ribbon in the school’s colors. With the bag for my uniform and my
suitcase I was told to wait for a supervisor to collect the newbies, my
future chum wasn’t spanked, she had learned.
The
supervisor led us to our dorm. We discovered a big room with four beds,
four desks and four cupboards. We understood that we would be sharing
with two more girls. “Unpack, make your bed, and I will come back in one
hour to inspect your cupboards and etc.”
I introduced myself, “I am Priscilla.”
She replied with a smile, “I am Cheryl, that was quite a spanking she gave you.”
“I am still feeling it!”
We helped each other for making our beds. An hour later Miss Supervisor was back, “Your beds look good.” She first inspected my new chum’s cupboard, “Its a mess! Knickers, socks and bras shouldn’t be mixed.
She grabbed one of the chairs, none too gently twisted her left arm behind her back while bending her over her knees. She pulled her skirt up, yanked her knickers down, and spanked her bottom and thighs till they were crimson.
I was next, “You should have folded your bras, socks and knickers.”
She grabbed my wrist and a second later I was butt naked across her knees and again severely spanked.
Ten
minutes later we were still on our bed rubbing our glowing nates and
thighs. Two girls entered the room, they weren’t wearing white socks.
They laughed, “That one was spanked once.”
“And this one got two spankings.”
“She must be a naughty girl!”
We rolled over, and sat on our beds with dark frowns.
They again laughed, “Hold your horses! We are your roomies, I am Monica.”
“And I am Lucinda, welcome to Burntbutts!”
I laughed, “Burntbutts, that’s a good one! I am Priscilla, and am not a naughty girl, but you’re right, I got two spankings!”
“And I am Cheryl, the good girl who got only one spanking.”
I added, “They have callous hands!”
A bell rang, “Dinner bell?”
We had jumped on our feet. Our roommates smiled. The food is great and there’s plenty. Don’t run or.”
We chimed, “Or skirt up, knickers down, and spanked!”
They echoed, “On the spot in front of everyone there.”
We demonstrated our wide vocabulary with, “Oh!” and “Ah!”
To read the rest, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu above, and scroll down to 87…
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continued…
…she made her decision. A carrot!
Now we all know what the naughty Princess likes to do when Mistress is out, don’t we?
Yes, that’s right, masturbate.
Lets watch shall we?
In the cool of the lounge, she sits on the sofa, knowing that it is quite likely that her Mistress might be back soon. She thought of the spanking she got the last time she was caught, which excited her greatly.
To read the rest of Robyn’s wonderful work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu above, then on ‘Contributors’ and scoll down to her pages…
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continued…
I have already covered the use of barrels in CP before in a previous post. The image below is from a ‘Nu-West’ film ‘Over the barrel’ concerning a group of female prison inmates being whipped across their bottoms bent and secured over a barrel:
Of course someone can also be suspended from ropes attached to a ceiling pulley as the French fetish photographer Red Charls’ photographs below demonstrate either the right way up or even upside down!
Another ‘Elite Spanking’ film demonstrating a back whipping with the woman suspended from the ceiling by her arms:
A Herric (Cheri Herouard) drawing from the novel ‘Cinglants Châtiments’, showing two naked young ladies bound tightly together and hanging from the ceiling having their bottoms soundly whipped by two rather enthusiastic women in a state of semi-nudity. I’d love to know what the story was about behind this scene. Alas, whilst the images seem to survive, the text does not.
Another Herric drawing showing a woman suspended by her arms from the ceiling and whipped with a vicious looking martinet. The whipper has a very focused expression on her face:
To read the rest, click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu above, and scroll down to 87, where you will find more stories, of which this is one.
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The Governess of Spanking Dreams continued to watch the rise and fall of the bottom of Princess Spanky, timing the smacks with the stiff leather paddle to coincide with the rise at its highest point.
Each smack sent her bottom pushing down, delighting her pussy.
SMACK!
“Oh God Yes, yes…harder, faster Mistress, oooooh! Please!”
“Open your legs, and get ready to pump you bottom up and down quickly, to orgasm. Oh my God! Look at your juices running!!” Said her Mistress.
Just the mention of the cane, especially delivered by Miss Kenworthy, is enough to send a shiver down the spine of any naughty boy.
Miss Kenworthy spoke sternly to ‘boy’. “We are going to cane you, hard. First my Deputy, and then me.”
“Yes Miss Kenworthy.” Said the trembling boy as she passed the cane solemnly to he Deputy.
“Bend over the vaulting horse you naughty boy.” Instructed Miss Kenworthy.
“Yes Miss Kenwothy.” Was all that he needed to say, as her moved to the horse. Strangely, being called a naughty boy by the attractive strict woman before him, excited him. His manhood moved in a little shock wave. As she pointed to the horse, it had the same effect on him. He knew he was going to feel pain, he was scared, but the feelings of wanting to please his Mistress, and present himself well for her, filled his mind.
He began to bend.
Both the women studied him. The sight of a man, a strong looking man, bending over to bare his bottom for a thrashing, excited them. Charlotte could not help but slowly stroke the length of the finest, flexible rattan in her hand.
His tummy was resting on the well padded leather, he was in position. Miss Kenworthy moved in, to lower his shorts and underpants. As she pulled and tugged, cool air drifted over his cheeks. His manhood became erect, and he pushed hard into the leather.
His bottom, ripe and plump, was bared and ready.
Miss Kenworthy moved back to the window, and her Deputy moved in to her caning position…
The
CEO of the Manchester Courier had just hang up his cellphone, and his
ears were still ringing with the voice of his wife, “They have beaten my
baby at your barbaric school!”
“Has she complained?”
“No, she only said that she got six strokes of the cane for fighting.”
“Did she say why she was fighting?”
“She was helping a junior who was being bullied.”
He smiled, proud of his girl defending a junior.
“Why isn’t the point! She has six horrid stripes across her bottom!”
“Did she ask not to return to her school?”
“No, but I want you to investigate!”
“Yes dear, I will.”
The paper
was her father’s. He had no choice, he flipped a switch on his intercom
to call his secretary, “Please ask the Director of Publications to send
his three youngest female reporters.”
Ten
minutes later, Pamela stepped out of his office, and the other two had
plenty of questions. “No idea what he wants, he only asked my age.”
The
three young women were again waiting with the older secretary when the
intercom buzzed. “Please send back number 2, and others should return to
their departments.
I was standing in front of the CEO for the second time. The wheels of the home movie between my ears were spinning fast.
“Please take a seat Miss, Miss?”
“Priscilla, Sir.”
He took in her mini skirt, her shapely legs, her pert breasts. He smiled, she is as fresh as a daisy, and sounds determined.
“Please tell me more about yourself.”
I
am twenty one, after my O and A Levels I graduated from the Manchester
School of Journalism, and joined the Courier four months ago.
“Why journalism ? With A levels you could have gone into a law school.”
“I am the daughter of Adam Pulitzer, the free lance reporter.”
“Ah! I understand. Adam is an old friend. If you accept the mission you will be able to give all the details to your parents.”
“I
am offering a few encouraging bonuses. Your contract with us will be
confirmed although you haven’t completed your six month trial period.
You will be attached to the SID.”
He again called his secretary, “Please have Alex join us.”
“The SID, Special Investigations Department under the authority of Alex, my deputy.”
After
a knock on the door, “Alex, please have a seat. If Miss Priscilla
accepts the mission she will join the SID, you will have Human Resources
adjust her salary and etc.”
Joining
the SID! It was a dream. A red badge, parking space, executive
cafeteria, no need to punch the clock, and an increase of about 30%.
I’ll be able to buy my Mini!
“For the duration of the mission your present salary will be doubled, and you will sign your first reportage. Interested?”
“Whoa! Yes Sir!”
“You are to join undercover the Scottish Burntwood Boarding School for Girls as a 6th former.”
“Ah!”
“If you are caned you will get an additional bonus.”
“They have corporal punishment?!”
“Yes, and I do hope that you get six of the very best!”
“I see.”
“Do you accept the mission?”
“Once the mission is completed I will remain with the SID?”
“Yes.”
“I accept.”
“Very well, you are not to reveal your identity.”
“I understand, and I won’t.”
Alex,
the deputy CEO accompanied me to Human Resources for my red badge and
adjustment of my salary. There was a number of raised eyebrows!
Back home I proudly showed Pop my red badge.
“Your CEO has already called. I remember my first under cover job, I got a broken nose.”
“I might be caned.”
“It won’t be the first time, and the last time you were I added a few smacks with my belt instead of a bonus!”
We both laughed.
Mom
helped me buy a new *young lady’s blazer* and white blouses. I don’t
have much breasts, but I do have more than a few years ago. There was no
need to buy new skirts and shoes. She also helped me prepare my
suitcase, and added tubes of Arnica and Aloe Vera with a teasing smile.
When
Pop drove me to the airport I looked at least four years younger with
grey knee high socks and a matching pleated skirt which felt shorter
than my usual minis although it was the same length. Two hours later I
landed at Edinburgh. There was a uniformed driver with a sign waiting
for me.
An
hour later Burntwood Boarding School for Girls came into view, it was
most impressive. Huge old buildings, sports fields, vast greens with a
lake size pond, and plenty of schoolgirls in uniform.
The
chauffeur carried my suitcase, and led me to the Registrar’s office for
paperwork. Miss Registrar was as welcoming as a prison door. I saw on
her desk a thick booklet of detachable Punishment Request Forms. I was
again seventeen…
Priscilla
To be continued…
To see more of B’s work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu above, and then click on ‘Contributors’. Then scroll down to her page.
She has lots of work there, here are a few recent ones to tempt you…
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