I hear nervous breathing. I have the hook baited, I know it is dangling tantalisingly in her mind. People say I have a nice, soothing, calm voice. The third stroke landed lower than the first two had, whether intentionally or caused by my involuntary wrigglings across the desk. It whipped down across the very tops of my thighs and stung like bloody hell - even worse than those first two strokes. I screamed at the top of my voice and writhed over the desk in agony. Somehow I managed to stay down and to channel all of my efforts into holding on. But I was sobbing as I awaited the fourth and final stroke. I want to express my gratitude to all the veterans this week as we pause to remember our fallen soldiers and POW’s. Without your bravery and dedication to this great country of ours, we wouldn’t be enjoying the freedom we have now. Thank you, all you men and women who have served in the military and those of you who are still in active duty. Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers.

Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!” Ses­sions are con­duct­ed in an atmos­phere of mutu­al respect. Please note I offer dis­ci­pli­nary ser­vices only and no sex­u­al activ­i­ties will take place. Although I don’t cane any­body to pulp, pun­ish­ments are giv­en seri­ous­ly. I am hap­py to pun­ish you on the bare bot­tom but don’t require full nudity. Now I want you to put your hands on my desk and bend over. Spread those feet apart.” Pants around his ankles he obeyed her. She reached between his legs and handled his balls and pressed his asshole. “You’re mine, to do with as I please. Do you understand that?” “Yes Mistress” he answered hoarsely. Her mummy, was at the very least, delighted! “Ohhh you clever girl Karen, you have made your Mummy so very proud. This Saturday, we are off to town you and I, we will go to Rushet’s Cafe on the High Street, and I’ll take you to your favourite bakers and get you a lovely cream cake to have after Sunday tea! Then my dear, we will go looking at uniforms and satchels. You are going to look lovely, you deserve the best….well done!”The stern Headmistress who is displeased with your antics at school, and drags you into her office for a proper thrashing When we arrived at Givan’s place I got settled in and decided he needed some OTK attention so I called him into the bedroom and gave him a good one. Sarah finished a video we filmed at my house in Carmel “Scolded and Spanked” and it’s available for sale now in my DVD store. I’ve posted the first 2 clips and set of pix in my members area. All the words looked so official, having been typed by the school secretary. And signed by her teacher in ‘Quink’ blue, fountain pen ink. Lindsey was a very nice girl. Although she must have been, with good reason, as fearful as I was, but she still tried to ease my nerves a little. She told me not to worry and said that as it was my first time I would probably only get a couple of strokes and that it wouldn't hurt all that much. She said that the only thing I had to remember was to do exactly what Mrs Seaton said, as soon as she said it!

Ses­sions takeplace inmy study at a pri­vate Vic­to­ri­an cot­tage in Gilling­ham (Med­way inKent). She tells me of her childhood, her school days, and what she does now. We talk of spanking and her love of spanking pictures. Then she is confident enough to tell me her needs. As often happens she wants a slow, understanding, patient build up to going over my knee. She is very keen to try implements, she hopes I like her bottom etc etc, and says she trusts me already….how nice!Mrs Seaton kept me waiting for a long time, sobbing over her desk, my poor little bottom bouncing up and down as I awaited the last stroke. Finally it came. Another real stinger across the centre of my bottom. I howled out in pain again, but still kept a grip on that desk. I didn't want to earn extra strokes now! Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow! I am a great roleplayer in many guises teacher, Auntie, Policewoman etc. but can also play a serious straight session, so I can give you a disciplinary session including a good telling off and tasks to complete or guide you in self discipline. Or we can just talk about CP and I can also switch with you.

Sophie, the waitress, smiles and offers Rowena a cushion. “Thank you.” I say…” But no cushion is needed today.” Please note I only offer dis­ci­pline and CP to adults over the age of 20 and not any kind of per­son­al ser­vice. I will nev­er be undressed or semi-undressed dur­ing the session. I yelled out in agonised protest, trying to let the teacher know how much she was hurting me. She knew. That evening we all went out for our family dinner – GivanTake, Miss Chris, Sarah, Jenni, and Bobby too. What a wonderful way to wind down from a busy party weekend. I tripped over this story last month and thought to post on my birthday. It’s another by Divine Miss E. This one is different from the others. It shows that a bottom can imagine how she would top. It never happened. Submission was never my cup of tea, First published 1998.

Roleplay Spankings

Sunday June 22: Sarah, Paul, and I shot a video titled Prom Night Punishment and Daddy Paul and I are not too happy with her staying out past her curfew. She gets an OTK from me and Daddy, then he takes his belt to her. Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.”