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Every school needs a caretaker, or if you are in the U.S. etc a Janitor. Well, a new spanking friend Mike has sent me a story about one. So…because it is about a caretaker spanking a school girl, (he has chosen Kate.) I will call his stories…
‘Tales From the Caretakers Room’
They might not all involve the caretaker, but I think I will work it, so that the caretaker is recounting his memories of what he has seen and heard over his ears of service at the school
Kate is playing Sally, it suits her, she looks like she would be a good Sally. I am going to use a couple of my stock photographs, but hope to take some of the caretaker in the story, spanking the naught girl. I think they would be unusual.
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Number 1
The Caretakers Tales ~ The first spanking I ever gave a girl…
Sally was a good girl, mostly. Unlike some of the others in the sixth form at Grangely Grammar School for girls, she was always punctual, did her homework on time, and whilst she wasn’t a high flyer, she did well enough in coursework and exams to not be a concern to her teachers or parents. She had responsibility, as a prefect, to be a good role model for the younger girls, and also to keep them out of trouble, but only by giving them lines, or on rare occasions detention. For anything more serious than using the wrong entrance, or spending too long in the toilet at break and being late for the next lesson, she had to refer them to a teacher.
She was often in the Headmaster’s Study for praise, or being asked to run an errand.
She did, however, have one weakness. When she was in the lower sixth, her friend Lucy had got her into smoking. Not in a massive way, just the occasional secret cigarette behind the trees at the bottom of the school field, or behind the bins near the kitchen, or even a couple of times, in a classroom after school.
Lucy
had left at the end of the last term, not because of getting into
trouble, but just because her mother had changed jobs and so the family
moved away. Sally really missed Lucy, and missed the secrets they had
together, not just the smoking, but also all intimate things they talked
about. She did carry on smoking though, which she enjoyed mostly
because of the idea of just being able to get away with something
naughty, to be a bit of a rebel.
It was during Friday lunchtime when Sally finally came unstuck. She had been to lunch early and could have gone for a walk into town. Instead though, she went round the back of the school behind the kitchens to her usual place behind the big commercial bins and sat down on a couple of milk crates, next to the huge industrial charcoal grey bin, then got a cigarette out and lit it, and drew on it with pleasure.
Great pleasure, the smell, the taste, and the answering call to the tempting voice of nicotine…..”Mmmmmmm, oh I needed that!” Said Kate.
She had only had a couple of drags when she heard someone coming and hastily put the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out. It was the caretaker, who looked surprised when he saw her, and said, “Oh sorry Miss, I just need to take these milk crates away. Why are you round the back here by yourself?” Then he noticed the smell of the smoke and spotted the cigarette butt. “Oh, I see now. You thought you would have a crafty fag out of sight. Sorry Miss, but I am going to have to report you to a teacher. What’s your name?”
Sally thought about giving a false name then realised that would probably backfire so she said “Sally Roberts, but please don’t report me, it is only one cigarette”.
“I have to Miss, sorry, it’s part of my job to watch out for any kinds of problems or trouble. You will probably only get detention for a first offence. Best to stop now though, as there was a girl who got permanently excluded three years ago for repeated smoking and encouraging other girls to smoke”.”Surely you can overlook it. I promise to stop and I will even clean up all my cigarette butts from here”.”Ah, interesting, so not a first offence then. That gives me no choice really”. “But if I get a detention my parents will know, and they will kill me if they find out I am a smoker, they are always going on about it”.
She tried to look as sorry as she could.
“Well then you know why it is a bad idea. I tell you what I can do, I can deal with this myself and then no-one will need to know. You will have to cooperate though, or I will report you officially”.
“Yes, I will clean up, and tidy this area if it helps”. Proffered Sally.
“Thanks for the offer Sally, but I don’t need help clearing up, this area is the kitchen staff’s responsibility anyway, and I don’t think that would be enough of a disincentive to stop you smoking again. No, what you need, young lady is some good old fashioned correction”. The Caretaker said with a serious voice and matching frown.
Sally frowned herself, and hesitated, then she asked “What do you mean by old fashioned correction?”
“I mean the sort of discipline that teachers aren’t allowed to use any more, but is very effective. A proper punishment that doesn’t take long but has a lasting effect. What you need, Sally, is a good spanking.”
“What – you must be joking, surely that isn’t allowed any more”. Sally said with what almost a laugh.
“No, it isn’t, which is why it has to be unofficial, but I am not joking.”
“That’s absurd, I am not going to agree to be spanked by you or anyone else”, and at that Sally started to walk away.
“Don’t be too hasty young lady. It’s your choice of course. You can walk away now and I will put in the report at the end of today, or you can get this over and done with quite quickly with no need for teachers or your parents to know. As I say, it’s up to you.”
Sally paused and turned around “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“Well, when is your next free period?”
“Tomorrow morning, 10 until 10:45. Why?”
“If you come to my room at 10, then it can all be over by 10:30 and you can forget all about it after that, providing you don’t do it again of course”.
“And if I agree then you won’t report me ever?” Sally said looking for confirmation.
“If you don’t get in trouble again, then I won’t report you. I can promise you that.”
Sally thought about it, about how ridiculous it sounded, and how embarrassing it would be if she went through with it, but then the alternative would be humiliating in a different way.
“Alright” she said “I will do it. Can I go now?”
“Of course. See you tomorrow at ten then”.
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That night Sally tossed and turned in her bed, worrying about it, but also strangely curious about how it would turn out. She only finally got to sleep when she put her hand inside her pajama bottoms and played with herself until she came, as quietly as she could manage.
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Next day:
The caretaker looked up from his pile of invoices at the clock and saw that Sally was already five minutes late. He carried on with the paperwork and eventually there was a tentative knock at the door. “Come in,” he called.
The door opened slowly and in walked Sally, looking smarter than yesterday in her uniform. Looking a bit sheepish, Sally spoke “Sorry that I’m a bit late, it took me a while to get here after my first lesson”.
“And why is that? I saw you go into room 6b at 915 and I heard the bell go at 10. It’s only just at the end of this corridor.”
“I know, but I went to the loo on the way”.
“And the senior girls toilets are right next door to here, so that doesn’t explain why you are ten minutes late.”
Sally didn’t answer but shuffled her feet and looked down.
“Since you didn’t have the courtesy to tell me you would be late then I need an explanation young lady”. Demanded the irate caretaker.
“I didn’t know so I couldn’t tell you beforehand”.
“No, . I know all you prefects have my number in case of problems that need fixing urgently. You could have texted me from the loo But why did you take so long?”
Sally mumbled something unintelligible.
“What, speak up girl, I’m sure your teachers don’t put up with mumbled answers”
Sally looked up and her face was blushing “Well if you must know, I went to the loo for a wee, but ended up having a nervous poo as well”.
“Ah, now that explains things, but doesn’t excuse it. We will have to revise your punishment a little”.”What do you mean?” Sally said, and then added hopefully, “will it just take longer?”
“No, I think half an hour is long enough, but after the skirt and knicker spanking you will pull down your knickers and be spanked on your bare bottom”.
Sally then became indignant.”No way. Are you some kind of pervert? That wasn’t what we agreed”. She turned and went to walk out but hesitated, thinking of the consequences of being reported.
“What we agreed on was a spanking at Ten. You have broken your side of the bargain, so I am afraid the rules have changed a little. So, are you going to cooperate or not?” He said in a matter of fact way.
Sally groaned and eventually said “alright, but under protest.
I am going to do a photo shoot for the caretaker spanking, so it will be a wait before part two.
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I am going to do a photo shoot for the caretaker spanking, so it will now be a wait before part two
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I have been chatting to my friend, the Headmaster of Broadley Bottom College for Girls, again, we either mail, text, phone,or chat in a CP Chatroom. I believe he and his staff are as busy disciplining naughty girls as we are here at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls.
What a week he has had!
It was History Enactment Week, and during the past week his girls have turned up in all sorts of outfits, to put on little plays, take part in ‘living’ dioramas, do dance, sing, play music, and so on. Of course, as always, naughty girls just cannot help themselves! There have been spankings galore!
These two girls did an enactment of ‘Mutiny on the Bounty’ and mutiny was the right word. A teacher corrected their dates, their accents, and many of the facts. It appears all they had done for research was watch a film, (not paying too much attention) whilst drinking rum to ‘get into the spirit’. They reacted to her criticism badly, by having a swearing tantrum! To top it all, she found their rum in their lockers at school, after smelling it on their breath.
How the rest of their year giggled when both were soundly spanked before them on the excellent set the non teaching staff had put together!
A lot of girls did Bronte, because it is on the curriculum for English Literature. Some of them got into trouble for showing their bottoms on the stage at lunch, whilst a girl filmed it for social media! Luckily it was found and deleted before it became a scandal. My friend got them all at the front of the school at assembly, and did a sort of history lesson! He told them of the conditions in the Victorian Schools and cited ‘Oliver Twist’ asking for more at his workhouse. He told them of the birch.
Imagine how the girls were feeling when he said…”I am going to demonstrate one in use, on the bottoms of these stupid girls who think that showing their own bare bottoms to the world is a good idea! I have made one fresh, cutting the twigs myself this very morning!”
In the period style Assembly Hall, he said it looked very authentic and the rest of the girls cheered wildly! Here are the offenders…
Whilst the staff and students were distracted, two of the naughtiest girls in school skipped off to town to do a spot of shopping and had lunch! But in their Sports Kits, really? Everyone knew where the were from, and a mother of a girl who knows them rang the school….A very public spanking on the main street followed, and their bottoms were smacked all the way back to the school gates!! Much to the towns amusement, and it was said that when they got home, their squeals as they got the hairbrush from Mummy and Daddy were so loud they could be heard in the adjoining streets!
During the enactments, two girls dreamed up their own line dancing routine to a tune from ‘Calamity Jane’. And a calamity it was, when both blamed each other for colliding in to one another, and ending up having something akin to a shoot out at the OK Coral at lunch. I must say, the outfits are jolly good and the girls put some effort in…all of them.
My friend says that the do have their good points, and he usually sees them pointing up at him when he has his plimsol in his hand! He is very amusing!
There were organised visits and trips all week, and one girl disgraced herself at the trip to the workhouse. She got caught smoking after setting the alarms and sprinklers off, damaging some expensive displays. He said her bottom was so red, that even after she pulled her trousers up the colour could be seen through her knickers and white trousers. She got 12 of the best, with the senior cane, after first having two dozen of the plimsol!
As we were talking, he said he had to go. A girl had stolen the homework from another and copied it, mistakes and all. he was about to punish her before the girl she had stole it from. He left the phone off the hook, and I listened. My word, that man knows how to deliver a spanking!
Anyway, I must be off, Kate, Charlotte and Samantha have been caught smoking again, ahhh, here the are! Bye for now.
Each time we made her pay for the mistreatment of Mr.Gibson in the past, we gave her bottom time to rest. We could spy on her in the room we had imprisoned her in, and it soon became evident that she was a highly developed, sexually hungry, young woman.
I was watching her masturbate at least twice a day, it was also evident that the whole process of capture, imprisonment, use, and punishment, excited her beyond her previously known barriers.
We left her pleasure equipment from her day, purchased from an erotic antiques collector I know, made of polished wood and stuffed leather.
We also left her a steel collar which she kept polished with pride, and when it was punishment time, she greeted us accordingly.
I would collect her, on opening the stout oak door after looking through the copper grill, she would crawl to me like a pet dog, to beg for a walk. But in her case, it was to beg for pain, on her bottom. Her much needed punishment.
I would lead her through the mill, up the cold ill lit stairs and into the punishment room.
Whereupon I would leave her for Mr.Gibson.
Today he had asked that she would greet him as a naughty school girl, struggling to touch her toes, as she waited for the cane to land.
I put her in the usual uniform, and put her in position, located in the classroom. It was cold, I could just see my breath.
I turned as I left, feeling quite envious of what Mr.Gibson would do to her, but he deserved his revenge after his years of torment from her, back in the past, and wished him good luck.
I turned and looked at her bottom, this was my view, and left, gently shutting the door. I met Mr.Gibson on the stairs, carrying a long bamboo cane, made of the slow growing type, with may raised rings throughout its length, it would be very painful.
He nodded, said thank you, and went to the door.
I coughed. He turned, and I asked….”How many?”
He looked at me coldly, and said matter of factly…”Thirty Six.”
We turned and went our own separate ways, until the next time
Part way through doing ‘threes’ I decided that they were taking a bit long and now do multiples of 3 in a part…
continued….
The riding crop finished in a fast flurry, both the naughty waitresses dancing rapidly in their ropes.
Sweating and gasping heavily after their spanking exertions, the three women calmed down, it was time to do something they all enjoyed very much. Mistress untied them from the serving counter, telling them to trot like little ponies. “Giddyup girls! Knees up!” …smack, smack, smack…
The girls brought their hands up to their chests and trotted.
She galloped them out of the door, and turned them around, it was time for a bit of training for the ponies.
“Now sit down my dears.”
Kate and Charlene got down on their haunches, smiled at each other and kissed.
“Did you enjoy being spanked before the customers, and thrashed by me afterwards?”
“Yes very much Mistress.”
“Ohhh we did, it was fabulous Mistress.”
“Then I need my usual reward.” Said Mistress, in her quiet soft voice.
The two girls looked at each other knowingly. Then waited for their commands.
“Hands up!”
“Stand and trot for me….knees high, look like the graceful ponies we have in the field, and whinney!”
The two girls stood, and began to trot and whinney, like smart little ponies.
Round and round they galloped, their breasts bouncing and bottoms wiggling and jiggling up and down and side to side.
.
“Into riding position.”
The two girls assumed a well known position to them, and their Mistress mounted.
Charlene gripped a suction dildo between her feet and Mistress watched as she galloped. Both Kate and her pony friend told their Mistress exactly what she wanted to hear….
“Oh we love to go at a spanking trot for you after you have spanked our bare naughty bottoms, oh we love a good spanking Mistress…..”
And as she ground her clit into Kates back, listening to the word ‘spanking’ said as often as they could, she galloped to a wonderful orgasm!
This was all acted out at one of my events, everyone loved it.
I am asking for a little help, if you cannot, it does not matter at all….you know my mantra and motto by now….’No pressure, not ever, not from me…”
No money needed….::chuckle::….the only money I would ever ask for is a contribution to model fees etc at one of my events.
Mind you, I do seem to be spending money like it is going out of fashion, the St.Trinians style outfits are coming on, I have just took delivery of gym slip extra bits, blouses, six strap suspender belts, and seamed stockings. I am now building walls around the classroom, lounge, bedroom and dungeon. Which I do not mind funding at all, but £200 does not buy much wood.
No, it is definitely not money, it’s my studio and it is up to me to make it as good as I can, I am happy with that.
What I want is little bits of stuff…things to hang on the wall, like old class photos of girls in gym slips, the big long Girl’s School photos, charts for education……vintage only in everything. I seem to have enough knickers and plimsols, a few flat black or brown shoes size 4-6 would be nice, maybe an implement or two extra would be good, girls hats, frilly knickers, bloomers, vests, sports equipment, a martinet, a professionally made birch…..that type of thing, any sort of apparatus to bend over or tie a girl to….lol….PROPS basically,….old spanking magazines, braces for a headmaster outfit, a trilby….old text books, old pens, ooooh anything, size small or 8-10 dresses, skirts etc, you know what I mean!..basically, IF YOU ARE OUT SHOPPING AND SOMETHING AFFORDABLE SHOUTS SPANKING AT YOU….buy it and send it! Ideally Vintage!
Use your imagination, let my photos and sets get better and better, the more you donate, the better m photos will be. Just think of a spanking image….and buy something to help me make it real….girl guides, salvation arm hats, victorian style blouses and long skirts…..you know what I mean!
As we would say around here…..’Owt will do, so long as it’s spanking related!”
I am not into bright pink fluffy implements! It has to be real.
So one last time….vintage rules….or at least vintage looking
The address is on our main page.
Do your best for me, I want to create spanking magic! And I need some help.
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.. It was December and the young ladies at the Finishing School had been working hard under the strict discipline regime.
Laura had recovered from her three experiences of “finishing school discipline”
First, after the slapping incident during hockey, Mr Burton had slippered her in front of the hockey team, her ‘Buckingham Green’ gym slip raised and navy-blue knickers on display against the white painted wall of the changing rooms with the whole team stood in an arc around the spanking.
He had completed that punishment privately, in his study, later in the day, sending for her from the gym, with her just in her P.E. Vest, blue knickers and grey sports socks, with a further bare bottom slippering and six strokes of the heavy tawse!
Second, she had received six swats of Mr Jones slipper, skirt raised and navy knickers again on display in front of the biology class, over a desk, for “inattentiveness”. Laura was firmly of the opinion that this was undeserved.
Thirdly, she had received a “six-of-the-best” caning in Mr Jones office, knickers down. This for further inattentiveness!
The
after effects of each punishment had been curiously exciting, but
having to bend over, knickers down, in front of two different male
teachers had been acutely embarrassing. Not an experience she wanted to
repeat.
By December she was trying to forget all about it and recover her “good girl” status.
Hello all of you. Some great stuff coming from you all, I am indeed privileged to have such people who are happy to keep sending stuff. Not just the writers but the photographers too.
I have just set two more on, one is going to write some tales from the School Caretaker, and the other is TradCP.
Be patient with me, as the number of contributors grow, my time gets just a little more stretched. I will endeavor to keep things going just as they are.
Time for a rain check…are you all feeling happy with the way you are being treated and your work being handled?
Either write an e-mail or just add a comment to let me know.
THE SEARCH FOR NEW CONTRIBUTORS.
I would find it hard to say no to any aspiring spanking author, and it is lovely to help you on your way to a publisher, or just to have you here as you are. The day will come when I have to say I am full, but not yet.
However….those of you here now need to be treated special, not to feel as if my time for you is being cut, or not getting the attention you need. I promise to try to keep you happy and feeling valued.
As such…..I will be more selective of any further new ones. Just to be fair to the wonderful people here.
So Asa Jones Spanking Writers Club is growing. I have noticed that using my girls names helps you get more comments, feel free to use any. I will shoot for stories now too. I think that TradCP might be tempted to make art for your stories, and maybe Chromlech too.
Fancy a challenge? Are you looking for ideas? Well….look at TradCP’s art, I would like it to be inspiring for you, so any short story using his art is welcome, and if you have your own site, just give him a wink if you publish his work.
DON’T FORGET THAT CONTRIBUTORS ARE AUTOMATICALLY A CLUB MEMBER, so use the suggestions pages, the tea room etc etc to swop e-mail addresses etc and get to know each other.
Samantha picked up a piece of wood, around 14 inches long and 2 inch diameter, it was well battered and worn, it had come with the flogging stool. “I was curious about this when I found it about two months ago, and I looked on line for vintage flogging stools like this one we have. It seems they were made by ‘Masons’, a well known stockist, manufacturer and supplier of corporal punishment equipment. Lots of Headmasters and Headmistresses Studies had them. Some were sold with this attachment. I think at one time it had brass ends, because in the catalogue they did.
Charlotte and Kate listened with interest, the history of spanking fascinated them all, and little jewels of information like this intrigued them. “I must show you the old Masons Catalogue I found here, dated 1934, there is one of these, exactly the same, it was only about £4!” Samantha informed. “Let me show you how it works.”
She rested the baton across two staves, a perfect fit.
Then she stood before it, and placed her knees in the middle. “Now, when the knees go inside, the batton slides behind them, Simple and clever eh?”
“All we need is a willing bottom Charlotte!” Samantha said rolling her eyes towards Kate.
“I prefer unwilling ones, it’s more fun!” Laughed Charlotte.
“I can be unwilling!! Oh God I love it when they make excuses and plead for it not to happen!” Kate added.
“Then the tears……ooooh no no no, please Miss no!” Charlotte laughed again.
The mood changed. “Right then Kate.”
Charlotte pulled out the baton.
Samantha said….”ooooh she is wondering what she has let herself in for!”
“No honest, I need it…hard and fast!” Giiggled Kate.
She squeezed easily into position.
“Oh wow!” Charlotte exclaimed, “I can see the position and the gap for the baton coming already!”Then gently she slid the baton into position.
Kate gripped the holding bar.
“How does it feel Kate?” Asked Samantha.
“My word, somebody put some thought into this, simple, quick and as easy as you like, and I am trapped. My bottom feels so presented and vulnerable. I bet it is so scary when bare and you pick up the plismol, tawse or cane!” Kate replied eagerly.
Samantha moved to the spanking side. “Can you see the position though, it is just perfect for it!
They all agreed. Silence fell, as anticipation rose.
