Caned in Front of the School

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Whack—whack—whack—whack—four more cuts, each one more agonizing than the last, in spite of my sobbing and screaming. She remembered how he had looked downcast by her uncharacteristic outburst, his cheeks blushing pink, and she had relented, trying to be more encouraging. Although she must have been, with good reason, as fearful as I was, but she still tried to ease my nerves a little. Perhaps you do not know that almost from my infancy it was arranged that I should marry the Earl of Ellington, who was about twelve years my senior, being a family compact of a purely mercenary character, designed to consolidate some very doubtful title deeds, which now that our union has proved unfruitful, are likely to entail great expense and annoyance to our heirs-at-law. She was almost my size, and under normal circumstances I would have deemed an over-the-knee-punishment improper.

Vicky is a viva­cious girl, per­haps occa­sion­al­ly a lit­tle too much so, but gen­er­al­ly a good pupil. Now, you shall not get up before I say so, and you will in neither way interfere with your punishment – or it will be a lot worse. I laid them on good, beginning on the upper part of his posterior and finishing right on his upper thighs.Still papa would always go into her sanctum at the conclusion of my whipping, to talk the matter over with my governess.

If you haven't developed a sense of motivation and self discipline by now, something is seriously wrong!

She had already received a severe caning on her last visit, and it positively looked like it hadn’t been enough to teach her a lesson. There was also a slight stain of blood, for I had actually ravished myself in my furious excitement. In a manoeuvre that might have appeared feintly comical in different circumstances, he inched the waistband lower, exposing just the first few dark strands of hair at the upper edge of his pubes. Anything but a bloodless battle for me; my bottom was soon dripping with the ruby drops of my young blood, the sight of which seemed only to exasperate him still more.

While she was still on her way Mrs Seaton went on to say that, in the absence of the headmaster, she would be punishing the boys, too. Of course," she had continued contemplatively, "I won't deny it's rare that a boy in his final year would find himself subject to the threat of corporal punishment, but I assure you there's nothing in the rulebook that says I cannot discipline a member of my tutor group in whatever manner I deem to be the most appropriate. It was the last week of term and, in the main hall, after morn­ing assem­bly, the mem­bers of Class IVB were wait­ing with more or less appre­hen­sion for their turn in Miss Svenson’s study for an indi­vid­ual pupil review. He shifted awkwardly, self-consciously adjusting his blazer and opening his mouth to speak, but found himself at a loss for words.You know how I despise empty threats Thomas, so please make sure this turns out to be one that I never have to carry out. I turned the chair that stood before it around and sat down, reaching for the plimsoll waiting on the desk. After a very slight delay, the door was unlocked, and my governess received me with expressions of great tenderness, kissed her poor Lucille, and hoped my poor bottom was not too sore. You knew that non-regulation clothing is strictly forbidden at Wilhemsen, and you full well knew that what you were doing was wrong. Then, stooping forward in a bid to protect what little modesty was remaining, he used his right hand to cradle his privates, bending forward still further until his left hand could drop and collect his boxer shorts from his ankles.

They, their classmates, and even some of the staff are regularly on the receiving end of spankings from implements ranging from the hand to the Dragon cane and even the birch.She told me not to worry and said that as it was my first time I would probably only get a couple of strokes and that it wouldn't hurt all that much. Yes Miss," he replied breathlessly, taking the same small footsteps and only moving his hands once he was up against the edge of the desk and beginning to bend forward. In the circumstances I will have to insist we treat this as an informal and discretionary punishment. The contact was broken for less than a second and then came the rushing whoosh of pliant rattan as it sang through the small office to be followed by the splitting crack of impact across his bare bottom.