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Punishment at the Boarding School

April 17, 2012 / posted in Stories / No Comments

The boarding school was full of noise that morning.  The three boys that had been called out to the courtyard were confused and nervous, not knowing what Matron Hellen wanted them for.  They had not done anything, recently, and quietly talked amongst themselves before the stern form of the Head Governess slowly walked from the covered walkway that formed one wall of the courtyard.

She had a small folder with her.  It was plain, unadorned and yet, the boys knew whatever had brought them out of class was in that folder.

She only had to snap her fingers and the boys lined up, their mouths closed and looking at the greying woman.  She was in an old-fashioned dress, the long skirt brushing the tops of her shoes as she paced in front of the boys. »Read More

Smack – Handprint

March 22, 2012 / posted in Article / No Comments

There are many people who love spanking.  I am one of them.  I do Over the Knee (otk) as well as just smacking people when their butts are available.  Most of the time, it is part of sensual play and sensation play.  Sometimes it is part of a role play session because the Governess does not like what the naughty boy did.  Sometimes it is part of a larger torture I am doing to someone so they have to sit on their red, painful ass as I do other things to them.

Spankings are satisfying in many ways for me.  The sound of the hand on flesh is part of it, but the moan or sucking in of air that comes after the hit is wonderful for me to hear.  Feeling the heat of the skin as I rub it, feeling the welts as they raise, is indescribable.  Seeing the redness and possibly the bruises that might be coming up can make me giggle. »Read More

Snapshot Scene: A Caning

November 15, 2011 / posted in Stories / No Comments

The Mistress had him over the arm of the couch, his bare ass up and to be used as she wished.  He felt a hand on his back and then heard what he would find out was the swish of the cane coming towards him.  It hit, the intensity of it blocking out everything for a moment.  He couldn’t even react until the third or fourth strike on the back of his thighs.  He closed his eyes to the tears that almost stung as much as the stripes he was getting from the cane in her hand.  The pain was excruciating and got worse if she paused, letting the welts come up, the blood rush to the injured area.

She stopped, lightly rubbing the skin where she had been hitting him.  He could feel the fingertips running along the lines she had just laid out.  She smacked him with an open palm, his hips jerking into the couch arm.  She laughed lightly at that and her palm hit his other cheek.  He tried to stay still, but the combination of the caning and her starting to spank him was almost too much.  Almost.

Smack - Handprint

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