Just for you

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Here is my bottom as requested in leggings for you Andy. Enjoy!

Bottoms up!

Samantha x

11.3.2013

Hi all,

I like this picture…I know what’s on her mind!

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Last day of term 2013 Part 2

Later that afternoon Miss Jones, The Headmistress of the boys’ school sat pondering in her office. Richard Brown from the second form was due to report to her in about 15 minutes. There was no doubt in the Headmistresses mind that she was going to have to administer Corporal Punishment to the boy. Yes she was going to wallop his pert, little backside soundly but the question was exactly what form should the punishment take? Brown had been caught during break time in an isolated corner of an empty classroom looking at a pornographic magazine.

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As a light weight magazine can easily be held in one hand it came as no surprise to the teacher on duty when she spotted the means by which Brown was employing his other hand.

“The boy should be caned of course” Miss Jones said to herself.

However Richard Brown was in all other respects a model pupil. Furthermore this was the first time that she had had occasion to punish him, a rare testimony in this school. Also it was the last day of term and the thoughts of the political ramifications of sending the boy home to his parents with fresh cane weal’s on his bottom disturbed her (the use of CP in the school had recently been debated by some fairly high flying MPs following complaints by some do-gooder, modern-style parent). Her mind was made up. Brown would leave her office with a definite sting in his tail. A tingling bottom that he would be reminded of whenever he sat down during the next couple of hours. His backside would be red and sore but it would not be unduly marked and certainly not bruised. Richard Brown would receive a sound slippering. He would be made to touch his toes with the warning that any attempt to stand or excessively move around would earn him extra strokes and he would receive 6 of the best. In accordance with school guidelines Miss Jones would use a flexible, white; lace-up plimsoll and she would apply it soundly across the tight seat of the boy’s grey shorts.

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The attractive lady couldn’t resist a slight heady feeling at the anticipation of the forthcoming scenario. There was something about the sound of a bendy, rubber sole whacking across a boy’s taught buttocks and somehow the fabric of a boy’s school shorts enhanced the sound, making a kind of ‘whop’ noise…

“Good heavens” Miss Jones exclaimed to herself. “What am I thinking?”

She composed herself, resigned to do no more than carry out her official duties. Just then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in” The Headmistress cried.

The door opened slowly and a rather nervous second form boy entered.

“Richard Brown isn’t it?”

“Yes Miss”…

Last day of term 2013

It was the last day of term at the Calthorpe Academy – traditionally celebrated with a dress down day for the 6th form. Samantha Jones pondered on this as she padded back to her dormitory after her morning shower.

“Now what shall I wear “ she mused.

Previously she had graced the school with her end of term presence by striding along the corridors in a business like pencil skirt and sheer seamed stockings. After all despite it being a mufti day she was a prefect so she felt that she had an example to set to the other girls. At least that was her official line on the matter when speaking to members of staff. The reality of course was that she loved turning heads. No one could fail to have their eyes drawn towards her hour glass figure. Especially her shapely legs which were artificially lengthened by her black, patent, strappy sandals. Their 4 inch heals seductively clicking on the wooden floor. This term was different however, it was Sam’s last term at Calthorpe so she decided that she was most definitely in a chilled out mood, so her dress sense today would reflect this. Delicately perched on the edge of her bed and having donned a black lace bra and panties (just to cling on to her usual sophistication) she leant over to her locker and pulled out a pair of black leggings. She drew this figure hugging garment over her legs and hips allowing the waist band elastic to snap satisfyingly onto her bare flesh. She then rescued one of her casual t-shirts from the bottom of her locker and pulled it over her head and ample breast.

“God Sam you’re fit” she thought to herself grinning inwardly as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bedside mirror.

Turning her attention south, now the confident young lady decided that her bare feet and trainers were the order of the day. She slipped on her recently acquired trendy Converse AllStars. Laces tucked in, not tied, and stood up in order to head off to the refectory for breakfast.     IMG_1993

“See you down there Sam” her colleague Julie bellowed from the other side of the dorm. “Check you out you cool bitch!”.

Samantha responded to the banter with a suggestively erotic kiss blown in Julie’s direction and then turned on her heels heading down the stone staircase towards the main ground floor corridor. She hadn’t got very far when her confidence dried and was interrupted by the uncanny sudden appearance of Miss Richards, The Headmistress. Samantha had no option but to stop dead in her tracks as Miss Richards was right there glaring at her.

“Jones” the attractive but stern, middle-aged lady retorted. “Report to my office immediately after breakfast”.

“Yes Miss” replied Samantha.

There was of course no other possible answer. Miss Richards walked passed Samantha but then the girl was aware of an abrupt pause in the clack, clack, clack, clack sound of the ladies healed court shoes on the wooden floor.

“And Jones……..”

Samantha turned to face Miss Richards once more and noticed that the Headmistress plimsolls.

“Bring a pair of your flat school shoes with you” the woman barked.

“Yes Miss” the sixth former sighed.

With that the pair carried on in their respective directions accompanied by a slight squeak of the rubber soles of Samantha’s AllStars and the clack, clack, clack, clack of the 3 and 1/2 inch block heels Next court shoes.

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Samantha slumped down at the refectory table. Breakfast didn’t seem too appealing now. Just as she belligerently stabbed a piece of bacon with her fork, Julie appeared at the table.

“What’s up sweetie?” Sam’s friend enquired. “You look a bit pissed off”.

“Yeah tell me about it Jules. Just bumped into HER in the corridor an’ she wants to see me after brekkie. What a bummer on our last day” Sam sighed and rested her head in her hands.

“So what does she want? Oh shit, don’t say she’s found out about our shenanigans last night?”

It was now Julie’s turn to look concerned. Sam shook her head.

“No don’t you worry I recon she clocked Paul and me behind the gym yesterday. I saw her walking past. What I do know is that I’m going to have a sore arse for maths”

Julie couldn’t help chuckling as she sat down and crossed her slender legs. Samantha’s eyes as always were drawn towards her friend’s legs. Today Julie was wearing her skinny jeans and a pair of beige and black ballet pumps made from soft quilted leather. She let the pump on her raised foot slip off her heal so that it was dangling from her toes and then gently wriggled her foot so that the shoe swung from side to side. Samantha loved to watch her friend’ shoe play and Julie knew it. IMG_1991

“It’s alright you pissing yourself laughing” Sam said indignantly. “It’s my poor bum that’s going to suffer”.

Julie gave her pal a reassuring smile and rested her hand on Samantha’s shoulder.

“I know honey. I do feel sorry for you I promise” then she grinned again. “I’m just jealous of you copping off with Paul that’s all. Still we’ll always have each other wont we?”.

Sam put her arm around Julie and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Of course we will darling. You know the score. I love boys but I still prefer the real thing. Hey I better be going or the cow will give me extra for being late”.

Get the cushion ready.

Sam walked off towards Miss Richard’s office (that bloody ritual, she thought to herself in her office, bring flat shoes…THAT ONLY MEANT ONE THING…

Part 2 to follow…

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Samantha Jones x

Red cheeks for naughty Samantha

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I received a well deserved thrashing for my persistent errant behaviour. My backside was glowing (just marvellous!).

Bottoms up! xxx

Just to let you know

Master R. I have received your communication (better late then never). Blog to follow but here is a teaser:

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Lovely to see you as always. I adore our sessions.

Bottoms up!

Samantha Jones x

Package Arrival

Master M. at last your parcel has arrived. Thank you so much. I look forward to feeling its wroth…

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Harder than a lochgelly tawse…

After Dinner Entertainment Part 2

Samantha walked up the drive to a large house … knocked … the door opened and she went in . A butler  led her to a bench in the centre of a high ceilinged room  … he stood while she moved to the bottom end of the bench and then he  held out his hand She removed her coat and handed it to him ….  he  took it quietly  appraising her    –   she was nude underneath … he nodded to her and she went to the bench. She placed herself over it  –  her  bottom  was  raised slightly above her  head – the Butler secured a  strap around her waist and cuffs around wrists and ankles – then tied her  down tightly  Then he placed a frame over her head so that her face was invisible  but she could just see a small space around her – just a few inches off the ground. The bench forced her legs apart and a cool breeze blew across  her  privacy – not that there was much modesty with her legs held quite well apart. Silence fell … she waited … then she heard some doors opening and sounds of voices a distance away … they  came closer ; now she could see the  feet  of several people  near to her –  both men and ladies  – hands cupped her breasts and fondled them … fingers probed her pussy gently and she started to become wet She heard a slight rattle … a rack of canes were placed by her head ; she could count 8 at least  … the feet drew back slightly and she heard a cane being drawn out of the rack There was a SWISH  and  a fiery line grew  across her cheeks – swiftly followed by  11 more . Her assailant moved away to be replaced by another who also took a cane out of the rack and slowly caned her 12 times It was then that  she realised that there were 8 canes left  … now she  knew exactly her fate Indeed she was right – 3 ladies chose to cane her and 7 Gentlemen – 12 strokes each – a  fire raged in her cheeks and  the heat spread through her. There was  a pause  – a voice whispered in her ear ‘ well done , my dear ‘ . she heard the feet leave the room but saw that one pair remained  – he bent down and whispered ‘ My room is at the top of the stairs , 2nd door on the left ‘ – then  he too moved off . The butler came and released her – gave her an envelope and helped her on with her coat . He led her to the door and opened it and said ‘ The back door is not locked ‘ and then closed the door after her . She stood and waited – if she went back he would certainly cane her again …. but  then  he would certainly f***  her too and she so wanted to be f***** What  was she  to do  …. ??? Samantha opened the envelope and looked in it – oh good … enough to clear her credit card . She went  round to  the back door and opened it quietly – crept through the hall .. glancing at the bench, she had so recently visited. She went up the stairs and found the room – dropping her coat at the door  as she went in. It was the right room – a black leather blindfold was on the bed beside a long cane – there was a frame at the end of the bed – it looked like a bike frame with padded bar instead of a saddle and low level handles. She went to the frame , placed the blindfold over her eyes and bent over  – her head was quite low – her bottom quite high  .   She settled her hips over the bar and took hold of the handles  and even though her rear  was still fiery hot , a shiver of anticipation swept through her. The door opened and she heard clothing drop to the floor – felt a man behind her … and there was no doubt  that  it was  man and he was pleased to find her there. A hand stroked her gently – all the way up her thighs  –  a small gasp escaped her lips  . She waited … then heard the cane hiss … and felt it bite into the left  half of her bottom; it was to be hard then  . The strokes  slowly traversed all the way down to the  thigh of the left leg  … then it moved  to the right side and repeated all of the strokes  closely spaced apart .  15 down each side …. 30 in  all   … she could feel the welts rising already. The cane then visited her bottom even harder –  from the  top down to her thighs – full strokes right across her – each one  exactly  visiting the same lines as the half strokes – another 15 in total . Then he took her … hard and fiercely … she just came and came with waves pulsing through her . Finally she was allowed up and taken to the bed where her bottom was massaged very gently … he then laid her on her back before giving her  back her   wedding ring  from  beside the bed . She slipped it on her finger and as he entered her one  more time  she put her arms and legs around him   and  said ‘ That was wonderful and my credit card  is settled too , Darling ‘

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After Dinner Entertainment

Samantha walked up the drive to a large house … knocked … the door opened and she went in .
A butler  led her to a bench in the centre of a high ceilinged room  … he stood while she moved to the bottom end of the bench and then he  held out his hand
She removed her coat and handed it to him ….  he  took it quietly  appraising her    –   she was nude underneath … he nodded to her and she went to the bench.
She placed herself over it  –  her  bottom  was  raised slightly above her  head – the Butler secured a  strap around her waist and cuffs around wrists and ankles – then tied her  down tightly
Then he placed a frame over her head so that her face was invisible  but she could just see a small space around her – just a few inches off the ground.
The bench forced her legs apart and a cool breeze blew across  her  privacy – not that there was much modesty with her legs held quite well apart.
Silence fell … she waited …
then she heard some doors opening and sounds of voices a distance away … they  came closer ; now she could see the  feet  of several people  near to her –  both men and ladies  – hands cupped her breasts and fondled them … fingers probed her pussy gently and she started to become wet
She heard a slight rattle … a rack of canes were placed by her head ; she could count 8 at least  … the feet drew back slightly and she heard a cane being drawn out of the rack
There was a SWISH  and  a fiery line grew  across her cheeks – swiftly followed by  11 more .
Her assailant moved away to be replaced by another who also took a cane out of the rack and slowly caned her 12 times
It was then that  she realised that there were 8 canes left  … now she  knew exactly her fate
Indeed she was right – 3 ladies chose to cane her and 7 Gentlemen – 12 strokes each – a  fire raged in her cheeks and  the heat spread through her.
There was  a pause  – a voice whispered in her ear ‘ well done , my dear ‘ .
she heard the feet leave the room but saw that one pair remained  – he bent down and whispered ‘ My room is at the top of the stairs , 2nd door on the left ‘ – then  he too moved off .
The butler came and released her – gave her an envelope and helped her on with her coat .
He led her to the door and opened it and said ‘ The back door is not locked ‘ and then closed the door after her .
She stood and waited – if she went back he would certainly cane her again …. but  then  he would certainly f***  her too and she so wanted to be f*****
What  was she  to do  …. ???

Bottoms up!

Samantha Jones x

17.2.2013

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Ouch now that’s got to sting.

Bottoms up!

Samantha Jones x