Charlotte and Kate have just enjoyed watching me punish Samantha. I try to be as much like a Headmaster as I can at times like this. No need for shouting or fuss, just speaking clearly, calmly, softly, telling it how it is.

An image and voice to be respected, or else. That is all that is needed, no need for amateur dramatics.

“Now stay where you are Samantha….Charlotte, Kate, will you go and make us a cup of tea please, and bring it to my desk. I am a little out of breath.”

“Yes Mr.Jones.”

“Yes Mr. Jones.”

Off they go…

I hang cane number eight up in the ‘Implement Cupboard’, and walk back to my seat.

The view will be remarkable, watching the welts rise and change colour. Kate and Charlotte will soon be back with a pot of tea, milk, rich tea biscuits, and cups on a tray. Another beautiful moment shared…watching Samantha squirm whilst on display.

Then it will be another shoot done, and time to drift away, leaving the desks alone in the sunshine. As we all drive back to our lives. How lucky that we have met, all within just a four or five mile radius.

To be honest, sometimes after going to the door and waving them off, I go back and sit at my desk to masturbate. You see, punishing naughty girl’s bottoms, is very exciting and stimulating for me.

Asa