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Miss Svenson gave the boy a dismissive but good humoured wave as he let himself out of theroom. She had friends there, she had respect, she even had a few who envied her. Also, quite possibly, a few ladies, especially the young mothers, were in awe of her, even, more than a little scared of her.
The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger? We have agreed to her being able to punish the girls in any manner she seems fit, with no limits on the length or strength of the punishments. They are totally in her strict care, a life of discipline awaits them. Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride. It's a rare sight, and of course it never lasts for long! The photo below focuses on the stingy aftermath of our short spanking movie, Plaid Miniskirt Spanking. Look me in the eye,’ she commanded; the girl complied. ‘Are you going to deny it?’ A moment’s hesitation, then ‘No, Miss.’ Miss Svenson breathed an inward sigh of relief: Miranda Spears really was the most obstinatepupil.The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!” Slim Kim: When Kim is caught sneaking out of detention by the Headmaster, she is forced to accompany him to his office for a sound thrashing, an experience she finds, much to her surprise, to be intensely exciting... Another half dozen class members filed through of whom only one opted for ‘two’ and the others were allowed to leave unscathed. Then an exceptionally pretty girl with cropped blond hair entered the study, flashed a smile and greeted them enthusiastically with, ‘good morning ladies!’ Grimacing slightly the big boy complied. Because of his size, he was one of the few allowed to wear long trousers and consequently looked particularly ridiculous draped over the chair with them around his ankles. The teachers were, however, not unhappy that he should feel additionally humiliated in thisway. Well, this sounds like a very childish offence,’ asserted Miss Svenson at last, surveying the tall fifth-former before her.
It was then that the recent thought of the normality beyond the house returned, and Mummy noticed the bedroom window open. It was a secret no more, the sound of this spanking would travel! In a strange way it encouraged Mummy. Who stopped. So... aaaanyway, let's start with this still from a private movie clip, featuring a wooden hairbrush and a plaid schoolgirl mini-skirt. I find wooden implements are always super-stingy and I was really feeling this one! Well, we can’t have you talking like a local can we?’ he continued, slamming his glass down on thetable. 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. This was a routine established by the Headmistress when she first came to the school some five years before and the I.P.R. had now become a regular tradition. Each child had to have a short interview with the Head in the presence of their form teacher to assess their progress during the previous term in academic and other school activities and general behaviour. Some of the fourteen and fifteen year old youngsters had come to call it “Judgment Day” and others, more irreverently, “The Confessional”. The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.”
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Wham, wham, wham. She couldn’t remember how many times he rained down the cane, nor the colour of the dress she was wearing, nor the weave of the fabric into which she clenched her fists, all she could remember, she thought with a pang, was the sound of his cold, vengefulanger. Very well. Get up and go behind the chair, drop your shorts and pants and bend over. I recommend you get a good grip on the seat as I don’t want you moving until the punishment is finished.’ Karen took the note, her hand shaking slightly. She could feel the cheeks on her face flush. “No Mummy I do not have any homework tonight.”
From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child. James Thomas eased his underpants and shorts up over his throbbing rear end and shuffled uncomfortably out of theroom. By your own admission, you have engaged in a certain amount of minor mischief during the term which has gone unnoticed or unpunished. As a result you have volunteered to receive two strokes of the cane after which the school will consider the matter over and done with. That is, of course, unless we subsequently discover something more serious in which case you know the punishment could be rather severe. Do youagree?’ Karen got out and some involuntary action told her to stand to attention. Anything good right now, might stop the severity of what was to come.A husband is suddenly inspired to spank his wife just before she goes to work each morning. (1,955 words.) Leather Pants: When Allison changes out of her uniform into her skin-tight leather pants before leaving school she is caught by one of the teachers and sent to the Principal's office for a caning, the first nine strokes are delivered across her pants but the remaining nine are on the bare. Reformed: A nervous Stacy awaits her punishment with dread, knowing what to expect from the Headmaster's cruel cane. Her fear intensifies when she learns how many strokes she is to be awarded - three dozen. It is every bit as bad as she fears - yet she endures. Well Miss Roberts, that sounds like a pretty good report to me,’ said Miss Svenson. ‘But do you have anything toadd?’
Miss Svenson was sitting behind her desk, a fine, crook-handled cane prominently on display before her. This was a weapon Miranda had become familiar with over the past few years – that and, of course, the strap. She did not know which she hated the most, but having tasted the bite of both, she was at least prepared for their sting: Miss Svenson couldn’t really hurther. This story is based on the true recorded events of a finishing school in Bristol, England in the late 1800’s. Karen was on her tummy. She was sniffing now, not crying, and trying to understand the lovely feeling she has in her most intimate area, as she gently pushes up and down on the bed, her bright red bobbing up and down, which she can see, in the mirror, if she looks over. Which of course she does… From time to time, headmistress Miss Svenson had to deal with misbehaving girls during the school day, but, mostly, girls were sent to her after the end of lessons, lining up, nose to the wall, outside her office. This was by no means a daily occurrence, but it certainly happened often enough to keep her spanking arm in good fettle. Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers.
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Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home.