The Headmistress Gets It Good!: ...and other spanking stories
About this deal
The boys went straight to their desks, their heads in their arms and presumably still having a bit of a cry. Whatever the true explanation, the old adage of "cross me and you won't sit down for a week" had never felt closer to the truth. She watched his feet as he wriggled them awkwardly back, stopping him the moment his legs were leaning sufficiently to lift his heels the merest fraction off the ground.
Bare bottoms in class – Maman: spanking memories: mothers, fathers Bare bottoms in class – Maman: spanking memories: mothers,
However, in no time at all, my tears, howls, yelps and pleading were down to purely to the pain of the smacking Mrs Hamilton was giving me. Perhaps because he hadn’t taken his punishment obediently, this smacking seemed to be harder and go on longer than the first.After damaging the shed, chicken hut and fence, they threw stones at the small greenhouse, breaking several windows. The headmistress began by giving the boys a sound telling-off, shouting at them forcefully – and this is when we found out what had happened. Then my headmistress picked up the telephone, and I listened as she repeated my story to the headmaster of the senior school.
The painful truth – Maman: spanking memories: mothers, fathers The painful truth – Maman: spanking memories: mothers, fathers
In the hormonal maelstrom of the Grey House senior common room, it was pretty much inevitable that a young, beautiful housemistress would provoke exactly this reaction.But only for six of the best… Hannah has a decided preference for thicker, more thuddy canes while S will always select a thin, swishy cane.
The Ultimatum - Steamybedtime
A matching navy jacket, cinched at the waist and flared at the hip, was fastened with a pair of elaborate and oversized silver buttons.Whilst the headmistress pulled the naughty boy across the bench, our class teacher pulled his shorts and pants down. Almost naked, save for the brief navy boxer shorts, in Sophie's eyes he looked abashed and yet somehow not wishing to draw out the wait any longer. The secretary also doubled up as the school nurse – if you felt unwell, she would give you something, and you could sit and wait until you felt better.