In volume one I concentrated on a group punishment to introduce the girls, in this Volume, it will concentrate of individual punishments.
Starting with Charlotte…
Charlotte has an appointment with Miss Kenworthy and knocks on her lovely old oak door, with stained glass, leading in to her Study.
Miss Kenworthy does not answer, she counts to thirty slowly. She hears a second knock and….28…29…30….”Enter!”
This has put pressure on the girl, did she knock hard enough? Does she sound timid, should she wait or knock again?”
She opens the door and walks in…
Miss Kenworthy stands magnificently in her smart attire, her own choice of beautiful clothing to match her hair and skin tone.
Charlotte walks in, looking like all the other girls in the school, and all of a sudden feeling very much a young naughty schoolgirl, whilst Miss Kenworthy stands tall and proud as a woman, of intellect and power.
The fact that she is stood behind her vintage flogging stool with a large rubber soled plimsol in her hand does not bode good tidings, it foretells the opposite.
Miss Kenworthy speaks, slowly, clearly, and full of confidence.
“Ahhhh here she is, Miss Charlotte Elizabeth, the girl who makes her own rules instead of following those set many ears ago as a standard of good behavior. The girls who comes in late, who hands her homework in ….late, who turns up for games and P.E…..LATE!” Sarcasm drips from her tongue like acid. “Come closer dear.”
Charlotte Elizabeth slows down as she approaches the Mighty Miss Kenworthy of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls.
“What is the matter Charlotte Elizabeth? You seem somewhat reticent. “cat got your tongue, or does the sight of this plimsol and stool make you feel a little nervous?” Her voice is changing somehow, it is more threatening.
“Ahhh the spring to your step returns my dear.” Chuckles Miss Kenworthy. “You will not be walking out like that I assure you young lady!!!” She carries on, “…come along, don’t dilly dally, come closer you naughty girl!”
As Miss Kenworthy seems to grow, so, conversely, Charlotte seems to shrink Like Alice.
“I am going to deal with you young lady, you will leave here with your bottom in great pain and no doubt crying. You have been disobedient and rude to staff. I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT GIRL!!!!!” Her voice is slowly rising through the decibels.
Charlotte begins to quake even more.
A cold silence falls onto the room like a deathly mist in a Shakespeare play.
Charlotte dare not look up.
Miss Kenworthy stands quietly, her delicate fingers running up and down the plimsol.
Round One, and every round, as always, goes to Miss Kenworthy’s corner.
To be honest, I could write this part by just saying her knickers were taken down…..but that would be a bit boring would’t it? So consider this a black and white study of the anguish a naughty girl feels, when a much older man bares her bottom, for a spanking and will see most of what she has to offer. Plus of course, it is going to hurt!
And full marks to Charlotte, she always plays her part well, she says she tries to live it.
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“Nooooooo! Please Sir! Not on my bare bottom!!” Screamed Charlotte.
“Yes, on the bare!” He replied strictly.
And down they came, quite unceremoniously!
Her last look of anguish over her shoulder sees his arm rise high, and her spanking resumes, with no knickers!!
Nothing to see here yet, I needed a page to put the results of the little writing competitions I run. Number one had two great entries, and it is scheduled already, waiting to go live, but it will be a few days before it is published. I am always around a week or so ahead.
It was Charlotte’s turn to show one of her favourite positions to spank the naughty girls at their school in. “Ohhhh I just love the naughty desk and chair, it pokes their naughty little bottoms out just right and my face is so close to the action!”
The other girls laughed out loud! “Oh Charlotte, there is no wonder the girls like you so much, you are so funny!” Kate chortled.
“Am I?”
“Yes, and the fact you don’t realise it, makes you even funnier!” Samantha added.
“Oh right.” A slightly bemused Charlotte said, and added, as she got the stool ready… “You sit on it Sam, and you spank her Kate! I would love to see that.”
Charlotte waved her hand in invitation, to Samantha.
Samantha took her place quietly.
She settled down and Kate, trying not to look too eager, moved in to take her spanking place by the side of her.
Charlotte loved the developing scene, to have friends, who loved spanking as much as her was an almost unbelievable dream come true. Their spanking friendship was developing nice and slowly, she could not help but wonder what their bottoms were like bare, and if they would spank her bare bottom one day and she spank theirs? What an exciting prospect and wonderful voyage of discovery this was.
Each of the three teachers were now, in their own zone. Samantha gently closed her eyes, and waited for the first lovely smack, how hard would it be, how quick? Charlotte smiling in pure bliss just waited and watched, as her new friends got ready to spank again. Kate was trembling, she had always admired Samantha’s bottom!
Samantha loved Kate’s first spanking of her, it was respectful and just hard enough, she almost swooned into spanking.
Slowly the smacks got harder and faster. “Oooh yes Kate, more of them please!” Samantha begged.
“I will save my much better ones for when I have your bare bottom upturned over my lap, pushing up for more, as I know you will.” Kate said bravely.
Samantha’s eyes widened at the prospect! “Oh Kate! You have just made my pussy do a little jump! Say it again!” She giggled.
Barriers were being broken down easily, at every sentence. Kate was sinking into her spanking friendships like a hot spanked bottom into a cool soft cushion.
The idea of these are to put various combinations of my girls, in matching uniforms of the 1960’s, in various spanking poses. Part One featured Samantha, this one features two girls together, Charlotte and Samantha. We have a long long way to go…thats good news isn’t it?
Today in the Study, at the Boarding School, we have two naughty girls together. Charlotte and Samantha. They have knocked on the door and I have shown them in. “Go to the desk please, stand side by side, facing the window.”
“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.” Says Charlotte, closely followed by Samantha giving the same answer, “Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”
“Your visits to my Study are getting too frequent Samantha, and it seems you are pulling Charlotte down to your level.” I say with disdain. “What have you go to say for yourselves?”
Another fruitless exercise in my opinion, no doubt some lengthy tale of woe, bad luck, and bad judgement will spill forth on to my Study carpet, making precious little difference to the final outcome, of two red bottoms!
True to form, both girls say that somehow they got on the wrong bus and ended up in the town centre in school uniforms by complete accident on the Wednesday Morning in question, and by the time they had worked out how to find the right one it was….
“Quiet!! Do you think me some kind of simpleton? I will listen no more. If you admit to playing truant on your birthday Samantha, …now, it will be ten with the plimsol on the bare, each! If I find out at a later date that you have been telling lies, I will cane you both before the whole school, ten strokes each on the bare, on the stage, over the vaulting horse, with no mercy…well? Turn around and face me!” I boomed.
“We went out on my birthday Sir.” Came the glum reply from a forlorn Samantha
“Wipe that silly smirk off of your face girl! There is nothing remotely funny about lying to your Headmaster. Let me warn you young lady, you are playing a dangerous game here. In my study a girl’s bottom is very vulnerable to feeling extreme pain! I should keep that in mind before you answer any more questions. Understand?”
Both girls hung their heads in shame, And replied again, in the same way.
“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”
“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”
Charlotte glared at her friend, she thought things were going from bad to worse!
They both began to twist their feet and fidget, unable to return my stare and not at all sure what exactly they should do now.
“So that is it? You admit your guilt, and own up to lying!”
“I am keeping my eyes on you two, I should think very hard before coming up with any other silly adventures. because let me tell you this, if…IF ever, you play truant again, I will take you both to where you spent your time, shopping mall, cinema, park….anywhere…. and thrash your bare bottoms before everyone! UNDERSTAND?”
“Yes Mr.Jones Sir, sorry Sir.”
“Yes we are very sorry Mr.Jones. Sir.”
“I sincerely hope you are, I am a busy man and have much more important things to do that punish naughty girls bare bottoms! Now turn around, face the window again.”
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continued….
This is shorter in quantity, but I feel confident that the quality will make up for it. In the last part, Samantha was put in position at the punishment desk, we left her with her suspenders and navy blue school knickers on show to you. What a sight it was.
“Samantha, pull your knickers well down your thighs and resume your position.” I told her sternly.
“Yes Mr.Jones Sir.” She replied with a voice full of respect and nervousness. Then she did so, and here she is back in position.
Have you ever spanked anyone in this position? If not, let me assure you it is very good, quite wonderful in fact. I get the girl to crouch over the desk and move her bottom far back so it overhangs. Her pussy should be hanging over, like this…
My preferred techniques, are to either bend over and deliver good swinging whacks, (As my club members saw in the little video I sent of me doing that to Charlotte) or, my very favourite, is to get down on one knee, as if to fire a rifle, and do a good hard upper cut, as if trying to put top spin on a table tennis ball. I sort of let the plimsol roll around the bottom on impact and slide off. That is where the overhang is important.
My girls tell me it is very sensual, because obviously at this stage of a spanking a pussy is engorged with excitement, as Samantha’s full little lips show us. It seems that as they wiggle, the corner of the stool, and the wobbling of the buttocks sends very sensual shock waves through the buttocks and pussy.
Hence the dramatic overhang shown here, this is just before I spanked Samantha…she is ready and primed so to speak.
I kneel on the other side and leave room for a good upper, rolling swing of the plimsol.
Here are two more, showing the right amount of overhang and the position for ‘pussy shock waves of spanking.’
If you get the chance, try it, I assure you that you will not be disappointed, and of course, a good ‘Study Setting’ for atmosphere and authenticity, coupled with a good quality real vintage Girl’s School Uniform.
Sometimes….well, nearly every time, I feel like I have gone back in time to a 1950’s, 60’s Headmaster’s Study. It really is so important to get things right. Oh and don’t forget a good loud ticking clock, nothing quite like it to set the scene in my opinion!
Imagine a Riding School, where the Headmaster uses a crop, not a cane, on the girls who come for his highly respected, costly, and valued training. Misbehave.
Imagine too, he has a wife, who loves him to use it on her.
Suzette, from one of our recent events, playing the part of the wife.
A follower and dear friend, David sent this story about Suzette to me and I knew instinctively where to post it, and here it is, at the end of a set with Suzette on a vaulting horse.
My compliments to David, you will have seen his work in competitions on here, I congratulate his writing….it is beautiful.
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The Exclusive Girl’s Riding School has been running for years and many Olympic Champions have come to hone their skills in their early days, before their medal successes. The horses are kept on a tight rein with a grueling schedule of fitness, although treated especially well in all respects. The riders are expected to match their standards in horsemanship.
The Headmaster uses a crop in a simulated ride on a specially constructed vaulting horse, to correct any girl who falls below this standard.
The headmaster’s wife is nearly always the witness at these occasions, keeping records of wrongdoings and the delivered punishment.
One such girl was punished ten minutes ago. She left sobbing, with her jodhpurs down to her knees, to trot back to class, cropping her own bare sore bottom as she did, as is the tradition in the school. Girls trotting back to class with a red bottom get hoots of derision and much mickey taking…it is the way.
Suzette loves to watch, and also, participate, by receiving the same punishment herself. The naughty girl left at 4.30 p.m. and Suzette whispered to her husband, I have a need darling, I will be waiting at 5.00 p.m. for you.
She prepared herself and climbed up on the horse.
She was sat in the pose that her husband loves to find her, but as with her taste in decor, she always likes to add a little extra, so she climbed down and picked up the crop, and placed it strategic, and suggestive manner, near her bottom.
First behind her, resting on the horse.
She heard the clip clop of her husband’s heels on the oak parquet floor of the corridor getting closer, and pushed her bottom up, arching her back. This inspired her, so quickly, only seconds before he entered, she rested in on the top of her bottom, demanding it to be picked up and used….hard.
He entered….”By Jove Darling, I think you are going to have a good gallop tonight!”
“Oh I do hope so Sir, take me on a cross country, and make me jump twelve good high hedges!”
The ‘Cross Country’ was reserved for the most serious of naughtiness! Each fence or hedge being a very hard thwack of the senior riding crop, shown here, across their rumps!
“Come on, faster! or you will not make it!” The Headmaster shouts as a girl is galloping on the horse, her bottom bobbing wildly. “JUMP!”…THWACK!!!”
“Yeooooowwwwww!!!” And on to the next fence or hedge.
At our event, this was delivered firmly across the filly’s rump, making her gallop very smartly, clearing each obstacle in fine style!
She was made to display her bare bottom after dismounting, and put in to corner time.
The headmaster moved up to his wife, admiring his work. “I hope that has satisfied your need my dearest.”
“A bit more would not go amiss kind Sir!” She giggled.
This is Suzette all over, she can take a real, no holds barred, bare bottom thrashing, and soon after, ask for more!
So he duly administered some more…
He knew what was needed, so picked up the phone and dialed the Stable Office, “Ahhh Millings my good man, my wife needs a little help!”
“On my way Sir!” Said the head Stable Boy.
He helped the Headmaster take her on another ride, it was done at quite a spanking pace!
And afterwards, they rubbed in some top quality cream, because she was a little saddle sore!
The Story, by David…
Suzette’s
Déjà vu
It
was a sunny, sleepy afternoon and journalist, Suzette Pierce, was already
feeling lethargic as she was shown into the Headmistress’ study by the school
secretary.
“Apologies,
Miss Pierce,” the secretary said, “but the Headmistress should be no more than
ten minutes. An unplanned visit by one of our Governors, I’m afraid. Please
take a seat and do pour yourself a glass of water should you require it. I’ll
just close the door behind me.”
As the solid oak door closed with a dull click, Suzette sat on the visitor’s chair knowing another drink and she may need a trip to the ladies restroom! Perhaps she should not have had those two large G&Ts at lunchtime.
Her
eyes lazily scanned the room, briefly pondering on the motes of dust dancing in
the streaming rays of sunlight before they found the small vaulting horse. That
seemed odd, Suzette thought, so stood up and went over to examine it. Her hands
began instinctively feeling the soft suede-covered top and sides, and the
yielding firmness hidden below that covering.
What
a strange piece of furniture to be in here, Suzette considered, and wondered
abstractly if the gym may be close by. Enthralled by this find she considered
it quite a sensuous, tactile material and it looked a little care worn in
certain places, especially so across the top. Returning to her seat, Suzette
removed a notebook from her soft leather shoulder bag, and flipped to a new
page.
Interviewing
the Headmistress on the school’s revised Disciplinary Policy, was the reason
for Suzette’s visit. They had spoken briefly on the phone and this interview
was in advance of the proposed abolition of corporal punishment in schools
across England. It was to be Suzette’s last interview as part of a piece on the
county-wide views of Headships in light of the removal of a sanction employed
by former generations of Educationalists.
The
effects of the alcohol and warmth from the sunlight now made her feel drowsy
again. Her eyelids were drooping and it became too easy to place her forearms
on the desk and rest her head on them. Just a few seconds to clear my head, she
thought……
“And
what, may I ask, are you doing young lady,” a stentorian voice startled Suzette
into semi-consciousness.
Confused,
Suzette struggled to find coherent thoughts let alone adequate words to form a
reply.
“Why
are you not in school uniform? You do know the penalty for uniform
infringements, and yet you, a senior girl, seem to consider a school uniform
superfluous for. Well? Words failing you, are they?”
“I…I’m
sorry Headmistress…I,” Suzette spluttered.
“You
most certainly will be sorry young lady! Stand up this instant you impudent
girl. Now remove your jacket and skirt, heaven knows where they have come
from,” the Headmistress ordered.
To
Suzette, even in her befuddled state, something didn’t feel right. The clothes
the Headmistress wore and her hairstyle seemed dated, almost beyond
recognition. As Suzette began numbly to
obey the commands to strip, she watched the Headmistress ominously lock the
study door. Without another word the Headmistress moved the vaulting horse into
a space and then selected a cane from an umbrella stand.
Now
Suzette was really confused because she saw neither the canes nor the stand
when she had first entered the study and scanned the room. When she now looked
at the vaulting horse it seemed newer, and did the colour look brighter than
before? There appeared no signs of wear at all now on the top section of the
suede cover.
Spotting
her visitor’s eyes looking at the suede-covered item of furniture, the
Headmistress said, “Yes, young lady. My newest acquisition and you will have
the enviable honour of being the first girl to be caned across it.”
Still
dazed, Suzette was lost for words as her mouth opened and closed without uttering
a sound.
“Bend
right over. The tariff for contravening school uniform rules, as you should
know, is six strokes. You will receive an extra three on your bare bottom for
such a flagrant breech. Now do as you are told, at once.”
As
if in a trance, Suzette reached over the suede horse and was told to balance on
her tiptoes. Still not completely alert to what was happening Suzette complied.
Seconds later she received the first stroke of the cane and suddenly Suzette
felt more alive and awake than ever. Yet despite, or because of this, she made
no attempt to move.
No
sooner had the sixth, stinging stroke landed than Suzette felt the Headmistress
easing down her panties. Arousal was not what Suzette had expected but she
could not deny that it was happening. The last three strokes, over in a matter
of seconds, had no discernable pause between them. Suzette let out a weak
whimper of protest, and yet once the initial pain subsided a pleasing, tingling
sensation took over adding to her arousal……
Still
she did not move for quite a few moments before realising the study was now
deathly quiet. After less than a minute of contemplation and grinding herself
into the horse, Suzette dropped onto her feet and stood upright before turning
around. To her amazement the room was empty.
Suzette
quickly pulled up her panties, crossed the small room to try the door, and it
opened without her need to unlock it. Closing the door before turning around,
Suzette could no longer see the canes or umbrella stand, and the horse was
somehow back in the corner.
Hurriedly
she slipped back into her skirt and jacket as her brain frantically worked out
what had happened. Then, hearing voices outside the door, Suzette rushed to sit
back in the chair and winced as the memory of her caning seemed to be all too
real. The door opened and in came the Headmistress.
“Hello
Miss Pierce, I’m Amanda Kane, and with that surname I couldn’t be anyone else
but the Headmistress,” she said with amusement.
“Pleased
to meet you at last and apologies for the delay,” She added, holding out her
hand.
Suzette
stood up and took the proffered hand but was again momentarily lost for words.
Wasn’t this the same woman who had minutes ago berated her attire before
soundly caning her – only now wearing modern clothes and hairstyle?
“Hello
Headmistress, I….I was just admiring the piece of furniture in the corner. I’m
quite sure I could guess what is was used for,” Suzette said with a grin,
subconsciously rubbing her tingling bottom.
The
Headmistress smiled, “Indeed. It has been in this study since about 1930, and
has been used most effectively, aided by slipper and cane, to deal with naughty
schoolgirls.”
She
looked at her watch and sighing heavily, added, “And in less than an hour it
will, alas, along with my canes and slipper, be consigned to history.”
“Forgive
me for saying so, but you sound quite disappointed, Headmistress,” Suzette
said, still feeling the confusing effects of her drinking and whatever had
happened a few minutes earlier.
“How
perceptive. As a matter of fact I am somewhat disappointed Miss Pierce. You see
– and this is off the record – I rather enjoyed having a girl bent over the
horse and raising her uniform to administer a jolly hard stroke or two of the
slipper or cane. Often more than one or two, and with knickers lowered. Sadly
it has been a while since a naughty girl has presented me with such an
opportunity, and I cannot see that happening now, can you?”
At
first Suzette shook her head, then surprising herself and the Headmistress, announced,
“I could… I suppose, as you say Headmistress, off the record, volunteer for
the honour of being the last girl to be caned over the horse. It would have to
be a punishment that fitted such an occasion, say, six strokes. Oh but I see no
cane for you to use anyway Headmistress.”
The
Headmistress’ eyes widened and her eyebrows arched beautifully at this
unexpected offer. She gave Suzette a long, searching look before making a
decision.
“Very
well, young lady, I will take up your kind offer,” and with that she moved the
horse to the same spot as Suzette recall was done previously.
This
time Suzette realised there were hidden castors under each foot which could be
engaged or locked by the toe of a shoe. Then she watched as the Headmistress
turned the key, locking the door just as before. Without being asked, Suzette
removed her jacket and skirt, and then slipped off her shoes.
The
Headmistress nodded towards the horse and gave the words that sent a shiver
down Suzette’s spine.
“On
your tiptoes please and bend right over the horse. Oh, and I always punish on
the bare so please lower your knickers first.”
Complying,
Suzette draped her body over the horse just as she had done before. This time
she knew what was to come and her whole being seemed to embrace it and what
would follow. The sun’s rays were still making their presence felt inside the
study and Suzette smiled as she felt their warmth bathe her lower back and
naked bottom.
The
cane tapped twice and then the first stroke sent a wave of pain through her
lower body. As the pain faded it was replaced by other, more intimate
sensations.
Instinctively
Suzette knew her decision to place this particular Headmistress last on her
list of interviewees was correct. She knew this caning was real, not déjà vu,
and she also knew that she would always want this to be part of her life….want
to be caned, spanked, and slippered.
Well,
the first film I found was a precursor of the St. Trinians franchise
starring Alistair Simms and Joyce Grenfell, titled ‘The Happiest Years
of Your Life’. It was released in 1950
It’s a farce set in a post-war boarding school that has to accommodate both a boy’s and a girl’s school while trying to hide the fact from Ministry of Education inspectors. It’s all very innocent jolly-hockey-sticks stuff, and the girls rush around in P.E. Kits.
Recently re-released on Prime is ‘Death Goes to School’, a who-done-it set in a girl’s boarding school released in 1953. The film opens with girls in respectable gym slips running around and playing rounders. All very innocent.
The body of a murdered mistress is found, and the police are called. At this point, four girls in gym knickers walk through the scene for no apparent reason.
Then,
while questioning the teachers, Sam Kydd, playing the bagman cop, a
quite well-known actor in his day being bored, doodles a cartoon of a
schoolgirl in a short gym and stocking tops. So not quite so innocent.
Finally,
the two coppers are searching through the girls’ games bags with the
excuse of looking for shoe sizes when Sam Kydd extracts and brandishes a
big pair of school knickers. I’ll let you make up your mind about that
one.
St Trinians
The
next was a far less innocent affair, “The Belles of St Trinians” 1954,
starring Alistair Simms in and out of drag and some old favourites from
the Carry on a team like Sid James. There is a scene at the end where a
bevvy of gym knicker-clad lovelies are posing and pouting in their
hockey kit, which consisted of short bloomer-type type knickers, white
polo neck sweaters and, slightly bazaar, high-heeled court shoes with no
socks.
Alas, the rest of the St Trinians series had no overt display of school underwear.
In
the 1960s film “The Pure Hell of St Trinians,” the girls lounge around
in tight white shorts.? They are quite cute, I suppose, but hardly
school uniforms.
There was a relaunch in 1980 with “The Hellcats of St Trinians
The flyer promised great things, but alas, no!
Ok,
there are lots of very short gymslips/skirts and brief glimpses of
knicker legs, but they are hardly satisfying for the enthusiast, and the
franchise is, after all, pretty much sold on the schoolgirl uniform
fetish.
There
was one noticeable clip in this film, but it’s off-topic, where a
couple of girls (I think they might have been teachers) strip and go
skinny dipping only to have their clothes stolen by the girls. It is a
nice view.
There was another relaunch in 2007 and again later, both pants, but sadly, no pants.
We have to wait for 1969 for an actress who is very much still on our screens to see her don a pair of big school knickers.
…who could it be – answers on a postcard.
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I love my contributors, all very clever and quite diverse. So? Who is it in the knickers?
