But however sore he felt, it was not enough to prevent him daydreaming of the truly magnificent Miss Sophie Sternwood.

Others took the view she had been coached by a tennis pro until her forehand swing was capable of delivering strokes of hitherto unprecedented power.I actually had two – a nursery cane and a junior one but as I rarely whacked the young children, I almost exclusively used the junior one. Elita and her man, who had been doing the caning, fiddled withthe camera for a while getting it set up.

As happens sometimes, it’s taken me a while for me to rationalise my responses to the session itself. Breathless and a little light headed, he knew with absolute certainty that the tales of his Housemisstress's disciplinary prowess had not been exaggerated. That's the basis on which we both agreed this unconventional ultimatum back in January," Miss Sternwood repeated, this time with greater emphasis.True, the sensation was amplified yet again when he sat down on the bus, a needling sting that seemed to prickle deep into his backside in a slow, relentless rhythm. Again there was a whoosh and the pistol crack of impact, accompanied by the blistering, burning sting that filled his backside. Observing her from afar, her beauty and understated power, the calm authority that Miss Sternwood exuded so effortlessly, had frequently given him butterflies in his tummy. Obviously, serious misbehaviour was dealt with summarily, and there was a handful of boys each month who were sent to the head in those circumstances.

While they were having a bit of a cry and getting themselves back under control, I would generally use the time to enter the details in the Punishment Book. In three years as head of Grey House, "no false promises, no empty threats", had become an oft cited mantra. He found himself flanked by a pair of high backed wooden chairs, but knew better than to sit without being invited, and waited obediently. She saw that he wore blue, jersey style boxer shorts, close fitting to his firm thighs and with a red trimmed waistband that hugged his flat belly. I might as well be perfectly blunt right from the start and tell you that this is going to be a most uncomfortable meeting for you.

I know there's no excuse, and really all I can say is-", and for the first time he hesitated, "well, only to say I'm sorry. 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. With a brief detour via the washrooms to splash cold water on his face, Thomas collected his bag from the locker room and headed for the school driveway. If you haven't developed a sense of motivation and self discipline by now, something is seriously wrong! Not once did her eyes leave him and she seemed intent on prolonging his vulnerability and exposure for as long as possible.

My earlier Sinful Sunday post described the unnatural stillness of the moments before and after the beating she gave me. Most of the time, especially with the younger ones, I would give the child a traditional smacked bottom like most of them probably got from mum or dad at home.And so you should look apprehensive," she responded, in her innocence misreading the causes of his fidgeting.