My favourite spanking is not overly hard, but enough to generate a red bottom, with lots of squeals and kicking legs. But what makes this a perfect one in my eyes, is the fact that it is a good girl, who has done something wrong, for the first time, after many years good behaviour, and earns herself her first real spanking, on the bare, before the class, and is left with her red bare bottom on show before them.
In one of my favourite shoots with Charlotte, we role played this. Me the strict teacher, her the girl described, in her pristine uniform and straw hat. She plays this role so well…her sulky look, her head in shame, her noises, and ability to take a good spanking.
Come and share my good fortune, in my school…
You can decide what she has done, you are sat in class, you can hardly believe that the posh girl, the ‘never do wrong’ is going to be punished.
“I am both surprised and disappointed in you Charlotte. Stand up and make your way to the front.” I open my implement cupboard and take out my trusty size thirteen, heavyweight rubber soled plimsol.
NOTE … What I write is exactly what happened.
She stands, tears in her eyes, ashamed and humiliated. She knows it would be worse if she answered back, or pleaded. Slowly she walks, in shock and shame to the front. Her nervous quaking voice says ‘yes Sir.’
“That will do Young lady!” I say sternly, patting the plimsol against my hand.
“Remove your knickers, you are getting twelve of the best with the plimsol on the bare. Today you will learn a valuable lesson. Which is, ‘not to stray from the straight and narrow path of righteousness.’ Now say that out loud!”
‘I will not stray….sniff….from the straight and narrow path of righteousness again Mr. Jones … sniff…Sir.”
“You will write that out 100 times in your best hand writing and bring it to me in the morning.”
“Knickers off girl!”
She is dazed, and nervous, she fumbles, almost overbalancing. The class giggles at her plight, and I do nothing to stop them. Ridicule and humiliation help.
“BEND OVER, TOUCH YOUR TOES OR GRASP YOUR ANKLES, CHARLOTTE!”
‘yes….sniff, sniff….yes Sir.’
I slowly walk around her, slapping the plimsol into my hand threateningly.
I walk back, and take my position beside her. Her bottom is presented well, she is breathing quickly. I then deliver twelve good firm whacks of the highest order from cheek to cheek.
I have taken these photographs for a story I am working on called, ‘The Inveigle’, which is a bawdy house for women in Victorian England. It specialises in spanking, and yes, they did exist. I appreciate there are electrical items in some photos, these will be doctored before inserting into the story.
The Ring Mistress is one of the establishments favourite Dommes, and is also the compare of the ‘Saturday Night Spanking Shows’ that the Inveigle girls put on at their theatre.
Here is a visitor to her boudoir…
She is asking the girl what her tastes are. The girl is quite star stuck, because Eleanour is rather famous, and she is a huge fan. The Ring Mistress just takes over the situation because of the silence, and as always with the girls, the submissive does as she’s told.
First she deals with the visitors urgent need of an orgasm at the fingertips of her idol. Then, the spanking begins…
The girl was in heaven!
The Ring Mistress told her to grip the headboard. We will come back to see why…
Carrying on from the set ‘Serving up a Spanking’, the naughty maid is now under continuous scrutiny. In the Kitchen, Mistress watches every move, with the threatening wooden spatula resting on the eating surface. She counts her errors and spanks her at the end of her tasks, one smack on the bare for each error recorded.
“Not using anti-bac spay n that surface dear?”
“I thought I told you to put a clean tea towel out! That will be full of germs you silly girl!”
“Shut the doors when doing that! A fly has just come in!”
And so it went on…
“Right, that is your chores in here completed unsuccessfully once again. Come on! Bend over the spanking end of the table!”
A few years ago I had Charlotte and Amber to come and stay at my draughty old house up on the moors, so we could shoot early in the low morning light.
It snowed! Heavily! I am talking deep.
So their stay was longer than expected, and rather nice. I gave them this room.
Awwww bless, don’t they look cosy and warm? The wind was howling and has l and snow peppered the mullioned window. I did not tell them about the ghost! Best not to, girls can go a bit silly if you mention them.
First of all Charlotte fell asleep. Amber felt naughty and damp, soon her fingers were sticky and her pussy wet. She fingered herself as she looked at Charlotte. Masturbating whilst her friend did not know was sexy. A nice orgasm followed, and she fell into slumber.
The near gale outside, and the rattling Windows disturbed Charlotte. The room was warm and Amber had thrown her sheet to the side, her bottom was deliciously exposed. Charlotte wanted to touch it…
I love to see a compliant naughty girl, resigned to her fate, bend over for a spanking. The dominance in me is at a high, and the submission in the girl is at its height. You could ask them to get in almost any position you like, and they would meekly obey.
Welcome to my Headmaster’s office. You can see my junior cane hanging on its hook. To my right are three double desks in a row. Sometimes the room is just me and the girl, at others, the desks may be full. A girl coming to my office for discipline knows perfectly well that they take what comes, or go to the school stage, where the faulting horse awaits, with four prefects to restrain.
Woe betide any girl who does not do exactly as I say at a visit.
So here are a few positions, no bare bottom in these, sometimes I like the look of a naughty bottom pushing against the material of a school skirt.
Huh! This silly girl came to school in nail varnish. She got a full blooded whack with my size 13 plimsol for each one…12 of course!
Anyway, bending over…
Always a good position for a strong downward cut, almost chopping at the cheeks. This makes them dance, let me tell you!
Such a lovely sight, a bent over pert bottom. I never tire of it. But a bit of humiliation with a skirt riding up, especially if the desks are occupied, always helps.
Sometimes a girl, especially the pretty ones, try to strike a pose, towards the onlookers. I soon cut that out by making it look more ungamely!
Touching the toes! A marvellous idea. So much strain on their muscles. Especially if you leave them five minutes before starting. Occasionally for a haughty girl, I ask my secretary to listen and buzz when I have said ‘Touch your toes!”
I walk out and leave them, ideally when the desks are occupied. I might even have a cup of tea made for me, and my secretary and I share one. She loves being the other side of this door and listening. She likes the security web cam too. We record every spanking, just in case someone tries to assault me. She has been told to watch each spanking, caning, slippering etc, and to come in if needed. To perhaps hold a girls hands on the desk.
The pretty girls hate this, I see the look my secretary gives them as they squeal! So I understand why. I encourage it! Serves the haughty madams right, especially when a length of rattan is rattling across their bare cheeks as they jump up and down, or wriggle!
When alone, I love to put them in position and make them wait. I rustle my paper, open folders and such. I love to see the shock wave run through them when I push my seat back saying…”Right young lady! Knickers down!”
But not on these, not today.
Let’s look at their lovely school knickers poking into sight shall we?
“Lower girl! That’s it, now stay exactly like that, until it is time to bare your bottom!”
That is very often the moment they find out it is to be on the bare.
“Oh yes! Mr Jones can put them in their place! …..literally!”
Miss Kenworthy from my stories about Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls is a leading expert in discipline. Here you see her with a naughty girl sat at the front of the ‘Punishment Room’.
All is still and quiet. Outside the gentle breeze in the trees, rustles the leaves, the robins, great tits, and finches are tweeting and singing. The naughty girl hears the sound of Spring filter through the window.
But inside, the atmosphere is almost audible. The huge school clock ticks it metronome melody slowly closer to her getting a very sore striped bottom. Miss Kenworthy is preparing for another merciless thrashing of a tender, soft, bouncing, wriggling naughty schoolgirl’s bare bottom.
The girl sinks into her chair trembling as she realises Miss Kenworty has chosen the dragon cane. The shuffling about, and the movement of stool, stop. “Sit up straight girl, hands on the desk!”
She moves close to her and speaks…
Her words at the end of her speech sends a shiver of ice down the spine of the unfortunate culprit…
“Stand up. Remove your skirt and knickers. Kneel on the stool with your lower arms flat on the desk, knees together, head up. I am going to give you twelve strokes of the senior dragon cane, with no mercy. Six from each side. And trust me…each one is going to wrap right around your bare bottom…”