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Flexing the cane around her own bottom as she stood by his side.
“Right! Let’s begin…..present your bottom!”
She was going to enjoy this, she was going to make it swish and crack, and him scream! She took aim…
And then gave him a sound thrashing! The cane fizzed, whizzed and swished! It cracked and whacked and thwacked! He squealed and screamed, and yelled…loud, long and high pitched…
As she examined his bottom, she could feel the moistness of her pussy. She was thrilled to the core and exhilarated. It was like a drug. She knew that tonight she would be fingering her pussy very hard to many orgasms. She drank the sight in.
“Not red enough!” she announced and gave him six more in rapid quick fire succession…whack,whack,whack,whack, whack, whack!!!
Then she yanked his underpants den and examined his thrashed bottom closely…
“Right, you naughty boy!! Get into the corner and stand in shame!”
“Ooooh, ohhh, yes…yes…yes, Mistress Tamara, I will Miss, yes…yes!” he squealed as he ran to stand on display, in the ‘naughty corner’
”Oh you naughty, naughty, boy Mr Reece!” She said joyfully, yet seriously.
“What are you Mr.Reece.” She demanded.
“A naughty boy Mistress.” He whimpered in reply.
“Tell…..me…..again!” she commanded.
“Yes Mistress, I am a naughty boy, your naughty boy Mistress.”
From that day onwards, Tamara yearned to further ‘hone’ her skills as a disciplinarian. On leaving school and attending University, she indulged her passion for discipline whenever she could, usually on a steady flow of transient submissive boy- and girl-friends who were drawn to her by her dominant nature, like ‘moths to a candle’.
On graduating from university, Tamara might have travelled down the road of becoming a professional dominatrix. However, whilst this might have gone some way towards satisfying her dominant desires, she had gradually come to realise that disciplining young ladies was more to her taste than the usual stream of older men that tended to seek the services of a dominatrix, even though it was more lucrative. In particular, she found young ladies’ bottoms so much more attractive than male buttocks. They were much plumper, softer and eminently more spankable!
As a result, when I advertised the post of Head of Discipline at St. Helena’s, she had quickly applied for the position. At interview, she proved to be far the best candidate for the job and the Board of Governors, and myself, had no hesitation in offering her the job.