Bottoms up!
There’s no such thing as rest for me!!! Naughty bottoms need to be produced for punishment and pleasure, wouldn’t you agree?
Samantha x
Monthly Archive for November, 2011
The 18 strkes Mr Fortiscue had given me made my bottom sting and had produced red, wide stripes across both of my cheeks. He informed me I was to receive 6 Judicial strokes, if I moved or made a sound it wuold increase to 12. I bit down on my bottom lip until it swelled, I was determined not to take 12. The last 6 he gave me were so hard, tears welled up in my eyes.
“Jones get up and get out of my office and don’t ever let me find you in that position again…”.
I will be away on Monday 21st November and Tuesday 22nd November.
I would just like to say a very sincere thank you for your loyal and continued support. It has been my pleasure!!!
Bottoms up!
Samantha
I could sense Mr Fortiscue’s patience was being pushed to the limit. His attitude and demeanor towards me had drastically altered. He now seemed more abrut and severe.
“Bend over” he bellowed. “I am going to show you what proper, NOT TOKEN, punishment really is”.
I reluctantly walked over to his desk and bent over. Parting my legs I assumed the position ready for my punishment. I could hear him striding behind me, flexing and swishing the cane (Oooooooh that sound!). Without warning the first stroke landed on my naked cheeks. A stinging sensation rose throughout my body and left me breathless. Mr Fortiscue instructed me to count and thank him in sets of 6 (Were they to be slow or fast?). I asked how many in total I was to receive.
“Jones you will take as many as I deem necessary”.
With trepidation, mingled with aroused anticipation my thrashing began.
6 strokes thank you Mr Fortiscue
12 strokes thank you Mr Fortiscue
18 strokes thank you Mr Fortiscue
“Stand up Jones. Have you learnt the error of your ways?”.
(Yes Mr Fortsicue. Of course Mr Fortiscue. I promise my behaviour will be appropriate at all times. PLEASE can I rub my bottom I implored, wishing I could sooth the thick, reds, welt marks that had risen on my b0ttom).
“No. What makes you think that I have finished with you?”…
