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In case you missed it, the two stories about Miss Mason the Business Representative from ‘Mason’s the Corporal Punishment Equipment Manufacturers’ , are now added to the main page, in the CLUB STORY SECTION.
She comes to see me at the same time as I am to punish Kate and Charlotte. She stays to be a witness.
Miss Mason, the Business Representative and Quality Control Officer, of ‘Masons ~ Manufacturer of Corporal Punishment Implements and Ancillary Equipment’
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I am guessing that your mind has wandered around somewhat after reading the first part of this story, you must have been curious as to what exactly happened to Charlotte, wondering what it was, to make Laura daydream herself into so much trouble.
::big breath::……well…
It all happened like this…
…two days after Laura’s punishment for slapping Charlotte during a hockey match.
You see she had received six hard whacks with the slipper, in reality a hard, rubber soled, plimsol, three on her navy-blue gym knickers…
and a further three on her bare bottom…
She had also been made to bend over the vaulting horse for six strokes of the heavy tawse, also on her bare bottom.
All things considered, it was not surprising that her bottom was still quite sore! In fact, she had decided to wear her gym knickers to class, thinking that the double back panel would be softer to sit on than her “normal” navy-blue cotton school knickers. However, that had proven to be a bad idea as she was finding that the seams either side of the back panel were digging into her bottom rather uncomfortably. Now she couldn’t change them as she hadn’t brought a pair of her regular navy knickers to class. She was still feeling resentful about being punished by Mr Burton, and contemplating whether she still found him attractive? On the one hand, the punishment had hurt like hell. On the other, she had been curiously excited by it. The afterglow had made her wet in the private place between her legs. Should she be thankful to Mr Burton for giving her that experience? It was last period, and on Friday that meant Biology. All the girls at her private finishing school were required to take science and math classes to improve their chances of getting a good job.
Mr Jones, the biology teacher, was entering the classroom. All the girls sat up straight, eyes front. Mr Jones did not tolerate inatentiveness, and had already slippered a number of girls, this term, for not paying attention. Laura had been one of them, and a failure to comply with this rule again would mean a trip to his study and, likely, a caning.
Mr Jones told the class that the subject for today’s lesson was testing foods for starch content. This involved boiling a food sample in water, then adding a drop of iodine. If it turned dark blue, starch was present. Working in pairs, the girls were given six food samples. They put six test tubes in a test tube rack and then needed water to add to each tube. Each group took a glass beaker to get water from the nearest laboratory sink. Laura knew you had to be careful to turn the tap on first, and then put the beaker under it. Doing it the other way round would inevitably mean the sudden flow of water would cause the beaker to be dropped and smashed in the sink. As she was carefully filling her beaker, she heard a crash. Someone had forgotten this bit of lab-craft that Mr Jones had taught them in their first lesson, and he had warned them that anyone breaking a beaker in this way would be feeling his size 10 plimsol.
Laura looked round to see the guilty girl and was overjoyed to see it was ‘gym-teachers-pet’, Charlotte, the cause of her sore bottom 😃.
Mr Jones was looking very angry. “Come out here at once Charlotte. What did I say would happen to any girl smashing glassware in the sink?” Charlotte was bright red with embarrassment as she slowly walked to the front of the class. “You’d get your size 10 slipper out, Sir” she replied, gazing at the floor.
Laura could hardly believe her luck! Now she would see Charlotte get the slipper!! Served her right for being stupid!!!
Mr Jones took his size 10 plimsol out of a drawer in the teachers laboratory bench at the front of the class. “Bend over and touch your toes Charlotte. And I want your bottom facing the class!” Charlotte did as she was told, knowing that her short grey pleated skirt would ride up, revealing the crotch of her regulation navy-blue knickers. Not that it mattered, Mr Jones flipped her skirt up over her back. He didn’t want it getting in the way!
“Now Charlotte, you know the drill. I expect you to count the strokes and thank me for each one. If you move out of position or rub your bottom you’ll get an extra two strokes. Is that clear?”. “Yes Sir” replied a very contrite Charlotte.
Mr Jones raised the slipper right back, and without further ado, brought it down hard on Charlotte’s navy knicker clad bottom.
CRAAAACK..
. Charlotte let out a little squeal, struggling to maintain her balance. “One Sir, thank you Sir”.
All the girls were watching, riveted. Laura was smiling 🙂.
Mr Jones raised the slipper right back again and whipped it down onto Charlotte’s probably reddening bottom (she had her knickers up, so he couldn’t see it)
WHAAAACK….
Charlotte gasped audibly, her eyes watering, “Ow, Oww… Two Sir, thank you Sir”. She just managed to hold her position. Mr Jones noted that her fists were clenched tightly as she fought against the urge to try and rub the sting away!
Stroke three followed, similarly
CRAAACK…
But after stroke four, Charlotte let out a loud gasp and jumped up, rubbing her bottom and hopping from foot to foot.
“What did I say would happen if you jumped up or rubbed your bottom Charlotte?”
Charlotte groaned despairing, “I’d get two extra strokes sir”
. The other girls watched in rapt attention and Laura’s smile broadened to a wide grin. “That’ll teach the bitch” she thought.
“Well, as you seem to be having trouble staying in position, you can get up and bend across my lab bench. I suggest you hold on tight to the far edge”. The other girls were enjoying this immensely, and now had an even better view of Charlotte’s navy knicker covered bottom, as the teachers bench was raised on a plinth.
Mr Jones now raised the plimsol again, and whipped it down twice in quick succession, on the back of Charlotte’s thighs. She responded with two loud squeals and started sobbing uncontrolably.
“Now where were we? Oh yes,two more to go Charlotte” said Mr Jones. The slipper swept down again on Charlotte’s now, probably, bright red bottom, but instead of responding “Five Sir, thank you Sir”, Charlotte jumped up again clasping her bottom cheeks, and pleading with Mr Jones to stop. But to no avail….
“That’ll be another two extra Charlotte, plus stroke number six. So that’s another three Charlotte. You really are making a meal of this!”.
“No Sir, please Sir, please. Just make it one Sir” sobbed Charlotte. But Mr Jones wasn’t having any of it.
“Laura and Suzette, come out here and hold Charlotte’s arms. I don’t want her moving again” instructed Mr Jones.
Charlotte and Suzette could hardly disguise their glee, “Of course Sir, at once Sir” they chimed in unison as they proceeded to the front of the class! With Charlotte now pinned down, Mr Jones decided to get the punishment over with, quickly.
“You’ve been very badly behaved and unable to keep position twice. Now I’m going to take your knickers down for these last three Charlotte”. “Let that be a lesson for you to do as instructed next time”.
“Laura, please pull the waistband of Charlotte’s navy knickers down, so that they are bunched around the tops of her thighs”. Laura, grinning like a cat who’d got the cream and did as instructed, noticing the heat radiating from Charlotte’s bright red bottom, as she pulled her knickers down. With that, Mr Jones whipped the plimsol down on Charlotte’s bottom, three times in quick succession, not waiting for Charlotte to count and thank.
“Get up and pull your knickers up Charlotte, and go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head”, instructed Mr Jones.
Charlotte did as instructed, walking stiffly to the corner of the laboratory. “Right, where were we” said Mr Jones. And with that, the testing for starch in bits of potato, carrot, parsnip, banana, apple, and pear re-commenced.
To see the rest, click on ‘Photo Sets’ above, try to avoid the obvious distractions, (there are over 500 sets to browse) and work your way to Photo Set No- 474
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In parts 1-6 you saw the girls spanked and put in corner time. It is now time for them to leave. But in my school, they make their way back to class with their bare red bottoms on show…
“Pick up your knickers Charlotte.”
In the next sets, you will see each one leave my study, and make their way…
We carry on watching Charlotte being punished (not all acting, mummy saves these misdemeanors up for moments like this!)…by her real mummy, for actually being naughty.
I seem to remember that Charlotte had been a bit more than tipsy a couple of days before, and being told she should not be behaving like a teenager now that she is a mummy. It is usually a combination of things, added up in mummy’s mind….lol…I am just happy to witness real spankings!
The spanking over her tight fitting jeans continues…
Mummy’s hand was soon alternating from bouncing denim clad cheek to cheek…
Mummy does not mess about, as you can see by Charlotte’s expression as she winces and squeals. I remember the first time we did this, that her mummy said she wished she had done it a lot more, especially when Charlotte was in her last year at school and quite a handful!
Oh I wish I knew them then….but, one must not be greedy, and be happy for what I see.
As you must know by now, I have spanked Charlotte hundreds of times and when she is getting a good one, she wriggles, trying to escape. She takes some holding I can tell you. (I love it when it is like that, but when shooting multiple scenes one has to show a bit of restraint….her bottom has to cool again for the next scenes in my stories.)
So mummy must be very strong, or perhaps Charlotte is not as scared of me as her mummy, and dare not move! In suspect that is the case….I can be a bit soft at times, (… fluttering eyes and please, please, Mr.Jones etc)
The thing with Charlotte of course is that she loves being spanked! Mummy can soon tell when it is not a punishment any longer…look at her face here, she is in the zone, eyes closed and enjoying ever smack over her mummy’s knee!
Mind you, Mummy is enjoying herself too.
I suspect that it might be like it is with me, when she is over my knee, and her bottom is bobbing frantically, giving me a rather grand sensation!!! That is could be similar for her!
She decides it is time for the jeans to come down!
Your colour bonus is…
“Come on young lady, get yourself up, you know what is coming next!”
“Awwwww, mummy!!”
“Don’t you ‘awwwww mummy’ me young lady!” Says mummy in her strictest voice.
In this little series of three drawings the artist has worked in three dimensions; one being time, using the chronology of events, one being the personalities involved, especially with the little cameos of the teacher superimposed over the main drawings, and the last being the evocation of atmosphere, which the illustration of the ‘over the knees’ spanking manages particularly well.
And it is this inbuilt sense of ‘atmosphere’, the knowing that somehow one has been there oneself, which sets the scene inside which all the drawings work so well. Don’t we just know that it’s a wet day — the overall gloom which pervades the classroom tells us that without a doubt. It has been one of those days when the playground is scattered with leaves and the cloakrooms have been filled with wet macs and wellies standing in puddles of their own making. The girls have been restless and teachers have been irritable and a smacked bottom has been on the cards for any girl silly enough to furnish sufficient reason.
The whole room is redolent of schooldays. The floor has been polished with that gluey institutional stuff that never stops feeling sticky under your shoes. The clock ‘bonks’ mournfully. There is the sound of distant giggles as the hockey team go into the gym for wet-weather practise. Rain patters dismally on the windows — and teacher is as ratty as hell.
What a melancholy business this spanking is! It isn’t one of those sunny-day spankings when the lively bounce and wriggle of a girl’s bum manages somehow to seem cheerful and spiritually uplifting to the smacker-of-bottoms, so that he lets the imp off with no more than a healthy blush to her cheeks and a playful flick of knicker elastic as he helps her up with her pants. No indeed! This one is going to hurt!
The chilly air has brought a suggestion of goose-bumpiness to the girl’s bottom as her old-fashioned school knickers have been taken down — and not with some jokey comment from the teacher, as might have been the case on a less miserable day, but with instead a cold determination that this is one bum which is going to feel the sting of a real spanking! The twang of a suspender losing its grip as the girl’s ample hips have been maneuvered into position has done nothing to lessen the teacher’s irritability, since the clip has snapped sharply across his knuckles in the midst of the unclothing of the soon-to-be-spanked bottom.
Each spank has been carefully placed with the deliberate intention of imparting the maximum sting across the broadest area, and this is a bottom which will take a good deal of spanking. Even as a preparation for the subsequent tawsing, regarding which we are given a broad hint by the placing of the tawse atop the desk, this delightfully spankable bum clearly has needed at least five non-stop minutes of bottom-warming, with the resultant rosy glow providing the only bright points in the pictures.
Made to stand in the corner like a naughty little girl — which of course is what she is — the tearful wretchedness which is the inevitable result of a sound spanking is abundantly demonstrated by the pathetically clutching hand and the still-lowered knickers, while the teacher’s gloating anticipation of the next stage in the punishment betrays his changed mood. The tears and wriggles and girlish distress of the last few minutes have brightened him considerably!
The tawsing is administered most vigorously! The well-tanned girl swerves her bottom as the strap lands, only her hold on the framework of the desk allowing her to endure her punishment without jumping up and blubbering for pity — though we can be sure she’s blubbering nonetheless. And we can be sure too that teacher is now enjoying himself thoroughly. For him at least the afternoon doesn’t seem so gloomy after all!
I am arranging a suspenders and gym slip shoot as I write, although my dear male friends in the club are excellent, none will show their face in a photo, which is quite understandable, and man or woman, everyone who works with me must know….there will be no pressure from me, not ever…..so up has stepped Peter Birch, my old friend from long ago.
I carried on, whilst listening to what was happening behind the blue door.
“Ooooh I just knew your bottom would feel like this, soft yet deliciously firm.” Suzette said as she gently stroked the cheeks and traced the crack and curves.
She stood looking at the bottom for a while, and began to ask Kate some questions.
“You are a naughty adult schoolgirl aren’t you?”
“Yes Mistress Suzette, I am, I am very naughty indeed.”
Kate soon slipped into the role of being her new Mistress’s submissive. And, just as easily, almost too easily, Suzette slipped into hers. It was strange to hear her usual purring voice turn into something quite harsh.
I thought to myself how naughty it was, how rude it was, to use my Kate without asking and to punish her, just because she was jealous that Kate had used the pillory before her.
“And pray tell me young lady, what do naughty young girls get when they have been naughty?”
“A good long spanking on their bare bottom, in the pillory if they are lucky Mistress. You were not so lucky were you Mistress, I will have had two now!” Kate giggled a little.
Suzette stamped her foot.”Are you making fun of me? You are aren’t you? Oh you are going to pay for that!”
Suzette has asked that her face is not shown, and of course I respect that…
Suzette began to spank Kate, hard and fast. Her cheeks soon began to redden. If this was revenge, then she loved it!
I wished I could see, but I needed to stay quiet, and listen. It was a very fast spanking, interspersed with Suzette venting her temper in words. “Take that! Take this! You naughty girl!!”…smack, smack smack!
Poor Kate was obviously getting quite a walloping!
“…it was made for me…SMACK…..not you….SMACK …I was measured for it!”
She stopped for a while, and said. “I think I am going down for a cane!”
“Mr.Jones will go mad if you stripe my bottom before a shoot!!” Kate pleaded.
Suzette pondered this whilst she fondled Kate’s cheeks
I could hold back no longer, especially at the mention of the cane, and spurted hard. I cleaned myself and hid. Listening.
“Well I am going for something anyway” Muttered Suzette, slowly realising what exactly she had done without my permission.
She left, leaving poor Kate secured and alone. Another thing she should never do, it could have been dangerous.
Kate waited patiently, and was surprised when very soon I entered. “She is going to pay dearly for that. Are you okay?”
“Oh yes, I am fine.” Came the gentle voice from down below.
I let her out, and told her just to go with the flow. We heard footsteps and Suzette returned. She was aghast that Kate had managed to escape. I stood, hidden, not far from them.
She walked around the apparatus, “This is impossible”, she said as she studied it.”Get back in, I am going to thrash you with the tawse!
I crept up behind and spoke. “I think not!”
She froze.
“How dare you Suzette, I …..and only me say when a girl will be punished in my studio. And I never leave a girl unattended when in a vulnerable position. You… have… been, a very, very bad girl.”
Kate smiled and stood close to Suzette. “Oh you naughty girl, you are going to get it so hard for this, isn’t she Mr.Jones?”
Things were about to change. Her first spankings of the two sisters came on Wednesday, they had already started to backchat and had been sent to her.
Most girls on coming back to her school after their holiday would be glum, quiet and full of fear, but these two were not, they were almost, it appeared to her, to be glad to see her.
Mrs.Walters had witnessed this before, it is all down to weak parenting. At her school they know exactly what will happen if they misbehave, at home, love interferes with the punishment of naughty sisters. In the age the lived in, young girls needed discipline, and the disciplinarian earned their huge respect. In this case, Mrs Walters had gained admiration, they had missed her, and missed their spankings.
She had just spanked them both, and had noticed the signs of bottoms rising to greet smacks. It was simple, they had become to crave for spankings, they needed them.
“Well your first spankings! That did not take long, it was as if you were eager to get them!” She admonished.
The two girls smiled slightly as she walked around them, she saw it in the mirror.
As she talked of spankings to come, and more unusual equipment and implements she saw Charlotte throw a sideways quick glance. She tried to turn her look into glumness, but Mrs Walters knew…KNEW EXACTLY what she was witnessing…
She looked at Samantha, who returned her gaze. Unspoken words drifted between them, silent words of understanding that only a Dominant woman and a submissive woman can exchange.
The hidden language of the eyes between a Disciplinarian and her pets had begun to speak.
Mrs Walters spoke softly, for the first time as she stood by their side. “I have seen something in you two today, and I suspect that you know what it is.”
“You will notice a change in your punishment. I will send for you at allotted times. Now be off with you.”
The girls left and she smiled as she heard excited whispers fade after they had closed the door and made their way back to class.
That evening Mrs.Walters tried on her new attire, to use especially with her pets…
Then she dropped her bloomers, and turned to the mirror wistfully…
Hello, this post is for my club members to help me arrange events, like the upcoming one with Peter Birch to replicate this….and more.
Interested in the club? It is not easy to get in, but it is worth trying.
Just start off by leaving regular comments in a nice respectful way. And like a chap called Fred, who got a message from me today, inviting him to meet me and the girls…who knows what might happen??
Men and women welcome, safety assured, and respect to be given and received at all times.
Only nice people allowed….must like tea and bare bottoms. Vacancies are few, and the group is select.
