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As suddenly as it arrived, the immediate burning slice across his cheeks seemed to subside for a fraction of a second before erupting into a deep, smarting sting that swelled and throbbed, not just at the point of impact, but it felt to him as though it filled his entire bottom. And one more thing. Were this to be a single, never too be repeated punishment, it would hardly serve as an adequate ongoing deterrent, and therefore-", with a pause she retrieved a blue exercise book from her drawer and slid it across the desk. He noted she had already printed the words 'revision diary' in capital letters upon its cover.
After a moment or two, Mrs Watson spoke again. “Well, boys, I intend to find out who is responsible for this, and they will be punished. If the boy who did this owns up now and tells me that it was nothing more than a silly prank, he will suffer no more than a spanking over his shorts. He will then be made to apologise, and that will be the end of the matter.” over the Easter break you will record your exam revision work in this notebook. I trust that you are a young man of honour and integrity, and after the holiday I will ask you to look me in the eye and give me a honest appraisal of your efforts. If I am not fully satisfied, be warned that I will take a very dim view. We're setting a precedent this afternoon and I will not hesitate to administer further discipline if I believe efforts in your studies have slipped. Sorry to drop another cliché on you, but- this is for your own good."
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Almost as though it were a favourite pet, Miss Sternwood lightly and affectionately patted her cane, but for the time being left it lying on the desktop. Then she said: “Boys, I’m going to give you one more minute to think it over. After that, I’m going to spank each of you 20 times until I get a name. If you are still all foolish enough to remain silent after that, you will each receive three strokes of the cane. That way, I shall be sure the boy responsible has been punished, and if the rest of you are stupid enough to take a spanking and a caning for the sake of solidarity, then more fool you!”
A strict, but caring Mommy who spanks her naughty little boy, puts him in pj's,and sends him to bed after he's been naughty The headmistress wasn’t going to let him off easily. “I want you to say the words out loud, then I want you to apologise to this lady and her son.” C managed to just about do so, though it was mostly incomprehensible mumbling through tearful sobs, probably because he knew he was about to feel the cane. Should you fail to fulfill your potential and dissapoint Aunty Judy or your mother, then you are likely to find yourself over her knee. Her hand spankings are legendary and it is to be hoped that would be sufficient to curb your errant ways. It would have been hard for him to explain, but there was something beguiling in the incongruity between her relaxed, friendly manner and his memories of seeing supposedly hardened bullies scurry off to the toilets to hide their tears at the end of yet another painfully unequal confrontation in Miss Sternwood's office. It was precisely this conflation of fear and desire that had occupied so many of his erotic dreams over the last couple of years. The victim’s mother turned the screw bit tighter. “Do you realise how humiliating it was for my boy to ride home in the coach with just his pants on? He got teased mercilessly!”Finally, the headmistress sat down at the end of a bench alongside a large art table. She grabbed one of the boys, pulled his shorts and pants down, then made him bend over the bench beside her. 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. Are you decent?" she asked a couple of minutes later, already knowing from her reflected view that he was busy with his tie. She turned her chair as soon as he replied and watched until he had pulled on his blazer and straightened the collar. Yet in spite of the intense smarting pain that tormented his burning bottom, and he guiltily wondered if it might be precisely because of it, he was finding her even more achingly desirable. Not once did her eyes leave him and she seemed intent on prolonging his vulnerability and exposure for as long as possible. The incident happened at a private school I attended, which took both boys and girls. The year was 1967, and everyone in that class would have been seven or eight years old at the time.
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. I don't like being forced to repeat myself Attwood," she warned with an imperious stare. "Do as you are told."Aunty Judy/Mum provides an extension or alternative to the Old School experience.These 121 sessions are for naughty boys, girls and special girls.
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