I have been informed this morning that I will not be going away for the Summer as I must attend Summer School. Apparently my end of year report is dismal and my errant behaviour is in need of serious attention.
My gratitude to wonderful Robert, for my beautiful new silk corset from Puimond.com. It really is a piece of stunning workmanship and as he was spanking me over his knee the feeling of total constriction and submission took my breath away.
Thank you Robert.
Head Master summoned me to his office to answer various accusations that had been made against myself. It’s not fair. It seems it’s always me that has to stay behind. He kept me waiting outside his door even though I had knocked I knew if I entered without permission I would pay dearly. “Jones Enter”. I pushed the door open with trepidation and could see the cane perched menicingly up against the blackboard. My palms began to perspire.
My three misdemeanours were outlined in detail on the board so I knew that no amount of protestations would save me. The Head Master pulled me over his knee and yanked my knickers down to my knees. I tried to wriggle and squirm free then I felt his arm grip around my waist. I Went to yelp and his free hand pushed the nape of my neck down rendering me totally helpless and completely at his mercy.
Misdemeanour 1: Tardiness. Punishment for offence: 50 hard bare bottom slaps.
Misdemeanour 2: Insolence. Punishment for offence: 24 strokes of the 3 pronged tawse.
Misdemeanour 3: Bullying. Punishment for offence: 18 strokes of the senior cane.
Samantha thought her punishment was over but it had only just begun…
I was asked today whether I had a varied selection of canes. So here are just a few. See what you think.
For the true cane connoisseur;
Back at last after my brief sojourn. Look what was waiting for me. Mistress had taken delivery of new canes last week. Together with a new warm-up paddle for my myself (like I need it…). I had thought she would be lenient with me on my first day back but oh no. Her displeasure was evident from the moment I saw the look on her face. My genuine protestations for mercy fell on deaf ears. Her retort was “We are not French” whatever that means, maybe someone can let me know…
OOOUCH MY BOTTOM REALLY STINGS. HAVE A LOOK…
DUE TO UNFORSEEN CIRCUMSTANCES SAMANTHA WILL NOT BE AVAILABLE FOR SESSIONS UNTIL TUESDAY THE 5TH OF JULY FROM MIDDAY.
As promised Samantha Jones in her grey, knee high socks. Hope you enjoy.
P.S: Someones in big trouble…Can you see nail varnish?