Other scenarios include Nanny /Governess/Aunty/Female Boss/Mother in law/Judicial caning and other domestic discipline scenarios You will be humiliated with an over the knee spanking a bare bottom spanking and I will use other impelments to get my desired results Two more strokes followed and a dark patch appeared on the boy’s shorts as he wet himself – poetic justice, maybe? He was left writhing in pain when it as all finished. His legs were moving slowly, as if he was trying to walk, and he was sobbing uncontrollably, heaving great breaths and making all sorts of strange noises. At thirty-five years of age she could still clearly remember the corridors of Saint Frances and the dark wood paneling outside the headmistress's study. It stretched from the dull parquet floor to around shoulder height, whereupon it gave way to insipid magnolia paint and windows that were set high in the walls, requiring the use of a hooked wooden pole to open and close their spring loaded catches.

Rings, bangles, clips or any other kinds of adornment were forbidden. The nuns were far too experienced not to know that even of My naughty wayward boys & girls, just Imagine the most Intimidating sight of my cane as you slowly enter my hallway standing to attention not daring to move, until you are told to do so, otherwise you shall hear the swish of my cane in the air,do expect to suffer the full consequences. Her posture, leaning into what those familiar with fencing or other swordsmanship might have described as a slight forward lunge, kept the cane dead horizontal across the lower curve of his cheeks. In their slightly offset positions he mostly felt its pressure on his left side, but the whippy flex of the cane in full, high-speed motion would not spare his right cheek when the six strokes fell evenly across the width of his firm behind. My legs used to turn to water when girls spoke of these proceedings. Nevertheless, when I was in third form I received a pink slip. It was given for missing Benediction, and telling my form mistress an untruth. The headmistress made me admit that I was a liar, and I was punished twice for my error – once by the headmistress and matron, and once by my friends, who did not recognise what I had done as a proper ‘crime’ deserving respect. Aunty Judy/Mum provides an extension or alternative to the Old School experience.These 121 sessions are for naughty boys, girls and special girls.I have appointments every monday to Saturday and these are given on the day from mid-day to 6pm or they can be advanced bookings but have to be confirmed on the day of your appointment Mrs Watson demanded to know which boy (or boys) were responsible for the shorts ending up in the water. Not only was I was totally innocent of the outrage, I genuinely didn’t know who had committed it, so I remained silent. The other three boys followed suit. Later in life, when recounting this story at a dinner party, one or two other young men agreed that the cane (or the threat of it) had kept them on the straight and narrow at school. She gave C a real dressing down, and as she scolded him Mrs Watson appeared in the corner of my eye. She had fetched her cane from somewhere and was standing there impatiently, tapping the side of her leg with it. To my chagrin, the boy who had given up the name remained unpunished. He could have saved me the spanking that still stung like the blazes inside my shorts.

I'm sorry it had to come to this Thomas, but to your credit you took your discipline in good grace, and I suggest you return from the holidays with a much better focus, and a determination to excel yourself in the exams this summer." My journey as a domestic disciplinarian so far has been long and fulfilling but I am nowhere near the finish line. In fact, I feel as sprightly as ever even after my years of experience and that is mainly because I get immense satisfaction in helping people reform themselves. All weekend I was worried about what was going to happen and on Monday morning I was more careful than usual to make sure that I was wearing the correct school uniform. Not so funny, is it? A young man in his upper sixth year finding himself in this humiliating position." Attwood," she warned, veiled menace both in her tone of voice and in the sudden switch to his surname. "You're not a junior now and I intend to make this a punishment that you will never forget. You will do exactly as I tell you, and you will do it right now."Another permanent memory of the school was the slightly ammoniac smell of 35 girls’ bodies in the changing room, each girl trying furtively to get into and out of these difficult clothes without exposing their nakedness, and of white bodied twinkling through the acrid steam of the shower bath, under the watchful eye of the nun.