Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty. Seeing her behind her desk, hands apart and holding the cane horizontal at the level of her slender waist, he began to truly feel the magnitude of his predicament. Grateful that at least the knowledge of their meeting would go no further, he replied promptly. "Thank you, Miss." Luke came over and we talked for awhile and flirted with him flipping up our skirts accidentally and making sure he was getting turned on. Sue enjoyed flirting and I was enjoying it too. Poor Luke had to put up with our teasing for the next hour. Then again maybe he was enjoying it too. I was certainly enjoying being a girl.

Think about this for a while, a Victorian Lady, with her own finishing school, especially for the naughtiest of girls. Where birching and other forms of corporal punishment are used, at her discretion. To correct them and turn them into ‘fine young ladies’ A real woman, paid to punish naughty young ladies…into their early twenties. It’s quite something isn’t it? At breakfast, auntie announced that we would go to the village for some groceries. She added that she was sorry there were no clothing shops in what was only a village. I was glad of that but I did not let on. My auntie commented that I seem to be happy to wear girls clothes now and I said that they were not too bad. I tried not to seem too excited. Delight­ful child,’ remarked the Head­mistress as the door closed. ‘Let us hope that the rest of your class live up to her example.’ Rising, pumped full of respect, she said, "I'm sorry. I'll be an absolute delight tonight. Thank you for strapping me. I'm sorry you needed to. Thank you for only using our discipline strap." When a distant dad and his rebellious teenage daughter are trapped at home by a pandemic, he has to learn how to discipline.

She held herself still. The paddle crashed into her bare bottom, forcing a wave of throbbing pain as her stinging skin sizzled. Proud to take it bare, her sex swept pleasure towards her pain. The paddle blasted her butt, its broad expanse overlapping previous swats. Absorbing the heavy impacts she deserved, she gasped as pain surge through her bottom. A woman experienced with corporal punishment discovers _real_ discipline when her new boyfriend puts her over his knee. (1,439 words.)

I am the first to admit, I’m not a pro at giving head but I try,” says Trisha. “One night, I was pleasuring my new boyfriend and I removed my mouth for a second to breathe when all of a sudden he ejaculated— right up my nose. It felt like I was drowning for a second and I began choking. He thought it was hysterical— I was mortified by the whole thing. I spent the next half hour blowing my nose.” Tell us about your embarrassing sex stories in the comments below! If, as you seem to be claiming, the leeway granted to senior boys is really to blame, I'm going to make a suggestion. Perhaps it's a little unconventional. Some might argue that it bends the rules of our usual approaches to school discipline. But, if you believe an ultimatum with tangible and specific consequences is what you require, perhaps there is a way for me to oblige. In fact, I'm suddenly feeling quite optimistic that we can come to an arrangement." Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. Five or six, you keep your jeans," he said, "three or four, you keep your panties, one or two, I paddle you bare. This roll counts towards your total swats." His sharp leather signatures delivered fiery pain. She analyzed her interactions, struggling to discover a single polite one. His uncompromising toughness pulsed pleasure into her sex, clearing spaces in her mind for genuine remorse. Thin rectangles of penetrating heat replaced fading strokes, keeping her bottom ablaze and her conscience clear. He was beating her without debate. She deserved it. Strapping her hard, he was leaving her lowest curves - on which she would sit - untouched.

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Standing, she rubbed her burning bare butt to ease its fiery sting. "God, I'm sorry. I've never been more sorry in all my life," she groaned. Pressing her sex against his obvious erection, she hugged him and said, "Thank you for paddling me. I deserved tough love." Miss Sven­son gave the boy a dis­mis­sive but good humoured wave as he let him­self out of theroom. Maintain the position Attwood. It won't be getting any easier," Sophie warned, the whippy cane lightly moving and tapping as she spoke, a familiar dread ritual to ensure her next stroke would land precisely on target. "This will be two." Yes Miss," Thomas replied, and now she was really beginning to detect the nervousness in his voice.

The next morning was a bit chilly, so after putting on my lacy bra panties and camisole I put on a top and a warm full red skirt. Then I put on a cream jumper that came to my waist. At breakfast that morning I saw the others had dressed much the same - I was happy to see I was getting the hang of being a girl because I really enjoyed it. Smoothing her dress over her stinging bottom, she followed him downstairs, determined to be the gracious hostess he expected. Her sentence had hung in the air and there was simply no need for her to continue. He knew her policy well. No false promises, no empty threats. Her vivacious smile spun their evening into action. She teased captivating stories from the Davenports about starting their company. Their conversation bounced along, despite the Davenports being older.The best behaved were able to avoid any pun­ish­ment pro­vid­ed both teach­ers agreed. Every entrant to the school had received two of the cane at their ini­ti­a­tion to the I.P.R. sys­tem. These were very much token strokes though and deliv­ered with­out any real force. They served to give the child a gen­tle taste of what they might expect if they lat­er mis­be­haved and remind­ed them that cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment was not only avail­able, but would be used in the event of sig­nif­i­cant misdeeds.