Monthly Archive for March, 2011

Just a quick note to thank all of my Masters for such wonderful sessions so far this year. I respect you all. I am away for 2 weeks from the 2nd of April for a well earned rest. I shall return with a nice, plump, white, virgin backside…

Samantha

I had plenty of paperwork to carry on with so I was in no hurry to deal with
Samantha.Making her wait was bound to increase her nerves and worry.She soon knocked on my door again. After five minutes I commanded her to enter.At
least she was properly attired now full school uniform and no make up.
Well girl what’s it going to be a letter home or severe corporal punishment?
I’ll take the punishment sir she hesitatingly replied.
Very well,I carried my chair and came round the desk alongside the quivering
girl and as I sat down I ordered her to bend over my lap.The smacks came hard and fast until I decided to increase the level by lifting her skirt.Another five minutes of hard spanking on her bottom and the tops of her thighs were
turning them a nice shade of red.
By now Samantha was crying out and pleading with me to stop.I had no intention
of stopping yet.I told Samantha to get up and remove her skirt.This done she
was commanded to lean over my desk and grip the far side tight.From a cupboard
I took my favourite heavy leather strap.The first lash brought a howl and yelp
and Samantha jumped up and grabbed her bottom.BEND OVER I stated very firmly
and don’t jump up or touch your bottom again-or else.The next three strokes
brought forth cries but on the fifth stroke she jumped and grabbed her bottom again.You were warned not to move and disregarded my warning.Hold out your right hand.Slowly her hand came out I tapped it with the strap twice then raised the strap.However,as fast as the strap then descended her hand shot back.
I was not amused.We’ll try that again and this time don’t move your hand.The
result her hand shot back again. All right then sit on the chair and put your hand out over your thighs.Your choice what takes the strap.The strap descended, the hand moved and a bright right welt appeared almost straight away across
the front of her thighs.Three more strokes were given-her hand didn’t move anymore. But now she was in quite a dishevelled state sobbing and pleading for me
to stop.I decided to finish her punishment with a sound caning so Samantha was
ordered to remove her knickers and bend over and touch her toes.This she did without complaint and her caning commenced.One sir thank you sir.Cane line after
cane mark appeared upon her bottom until the full twenty four strokes had been
delivered full force.By the end her bottom was criss crossed with evil looking welts and weals.
When I had finished I told her that although her ordeal had proved very painful
she would remember it all of her life and it would help her to keep out of trouble in the future.

Mr Firmin told me to go and stand in the corner facing the wall, to put my hands on my head and not to make a sound. I could hear movement behind me. I was eventually told to turn around and look at the desk. He had changed the implements;

Oh Cripes…

It’s really weird being in school at this time. It is so quiet. I can’t even text Richard as my mobile’s in my locker. Then I heard it, clip, clop, clip, clop, up the corridor. I knew who it was before the door even opened. ’Jones get yourself to Mr Firmin’s office now’ is all she said. ‘Please Ms Bailey can I make a phone call?’ She just glared at me. ‘Ms Bailey what am I supposed to of done?’. ‘I gave you an instruction Jones, now move’…

As I was meeting Richard I was wearing a short black skirt instead of a knee length blue pleated skirt, stockings instead of knee length navy blue socks and high heels not sensible flat, black shoes. I also had on a full face of make-up, most definitely not allowed. I wanted to look pretty, older and sexy for Richard as I know he only normally goes out with older girls. I stood in front of Mr Firmin’s desk and waited for him to address me. I felt awkward and embarrassed but mostly impatient. I needed to be somewhere else. Mr Firmin looked stern sitting behind his desk. I soon realised I was in deep trouble. Eventually he peered over his glasses, looking me up and down disapprovingly. He seemed to already know my appearance was not in line with school regulations as he didn’t appear shocked. Mr Firmin informed me quietly and firmly that I had 2 options and they were my last options. Option 1. A letter sent home to my parents with the possibility of suspension. Option 2. I accepted Corporal Punishment however he saw fit without any defiance or complaint. Oh that seems harsh after all it’s just a bit of make-up and incorrect dress isn’t it?…