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Welcome to this new-year round-up of our favourite photos from 2019... and by "favourite", we of course mean the sexiest and naughtiest photos from last year! You're going to find quite a few spankings pictured below - none of which I had done anything to deserve, I can assure you! Obediently the boy bent forward again and his class teacher gripped him firmly to hold his hands against the sides of the chairseat. It will be a severe punishment, Miranda, but I hope you agree a fair one. And, I can assure you, it will be administered by me. Now go and fetch thecane!’ And it's high time we mentioned that dratted headmaster, Dr Bernie Bottomley. I don't often behave badly enough to deserve the school cane, but this six-of-the-best left quite a lasting impression. I'll be on my best behaviour now sir, I promise! ;-) The remaining four strokes fell in sequence, a short pause between each as customary. When he was released, the boy took a little time to stand up straight and felt gingerly at his bottom, wincing noticeably as his fingers brushed the area where the cane had grazed the surface of his skin, and again where the angry red stripes were already beginning to merge into a large dark purple bruise.
Inevitably, naughty schoolgirls must always face the consequences, but I really don't think headmasters should be allowed to make a young lady strip totally naked while they smugly sit and watch! Nevertheless, that's exactly what happened to me in this short spanking movie, Spanked on the First Day of Term. After obediently taking off all my clothes I had to bend over his kne 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. Don’t be so insolent,’ thundered Miss Svenson, ‘it is for me to tell you such things, not for you to ask!’ The girl looked downagain. Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty.
I hope you understand what you are asking Thomas but I will explain to be on the safe side. You would have us believe that you have done something very naughty during the term which has not been found out yet. As a result you have requested six with the cane which will, as the rules state, be delivered on your bare bottom. Now tell me, have I beaten you before?’ Mandatory: Chelsea was an extremely well behaved girl who had never been spanked before but that was all about to change when she joined Bentford, a girls' school with extraordinary high standards where every girl was swished once per term as a character building exercise. At first, Chelsea was terrified at the prospect but her attitude changed over the years as she went on to experience all four grades of the cane: sampler, junior, senior and reformatory rods.
Although these stories take place within a school-based setting they differ from the more realistic accounts typically found within the schoolgirl spanking fiction genre. They are, however, representative of Frank Martinet's distinctive approach to spanking fiction, and so tend to focus on the actual punishments rather than the details of school life in general. She replaced the receiver and let her head rest momentarily in her hands: there was only one pupil entitled to wear orange that day, and that was the representative for Drake house – it’s hound, Miranda Spears. Joe is a rather lively boy, good at his science subjects but rather weak in most of the others at which he should work harder. He is popular with the other boys and plays in the footballteam.’ Thirteen Bottoms: Drug-laced cupcakes brought into Bradshaw school calls for a severe punishment for the thirteen girls involved. So Abigail gives Headmaster Mark Porter some instruction in how to apply the cane. At first he practices on cushions, then on Abigail's granddaughters. Aged 18 and 19, the two girls are used to receiving corporal punishment, but they certainly feel the strokes Headmaster Mark gives them as he rises to the challenge. He now has the skills as well as the enthusiasm to administer punishment canings to thirteen girls, each one positioned over the vaulting horse to receive her well-deserved thrashing! The school my wife and I have sent them to, in Windsor have dismissed them. It appears their final act of naughtiness was to wear no bloomers and allow their dresses to blow up in the wind at what the girls called ‘Windy Corner’! We admit that we seem to have lost control of them, I have been away working for the Foreign Office, and my wife has three more children at home, even with the help of our maids, we cannot in all honesty deal with our two daughters at home. We love Charlotte and Samantha very much, but it is time to admit reality. We have been too soft with them, we have spoiled them and pampered to their every whim.
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Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline.
Without doubt there would be a degree of jealousy from some with troublesome daughters too, and even though she would never admit it, that gave her satisfaction too!
A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community. Looking surprised, the Headmistress swung round and glanced at Miss Prendergast who also seemed confused. The school girl looked a little perplexed by this question, then replied ‘I went with the hare and hounds.’ 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”.