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The Career of High-Handed 4

Wrong
Photo-Fantasy

Correction 35
Head girl in hot water

Burning Bush 37
No smoke without fire

Rear View 42
My Love Affair \Vi th the Cane

My day with Janus 44

Amelia reveals all

Readers' Letters 46
Diary of Discipline

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 German; her data-entry level of
computing is evolving into systems
management. Miss Amelia Green is
indeed making progress, helped in
large measures by her weekly visits
to Sir Elias.
They both know the purported
reasons for her visits are spurious:
they collude in the pretence that she
is in some way failing in her work
and needs discreet mentoring that
generally has to culminate in physical
chastisement, but the
fa~ade is maintained. A badly-drafted
report; a breach of etiquette with
overseas clients; being too familiar in
the office; being too rigid in dealing
with her colleagues ... Sir Elias
can be quite creative in identifying
misdemeanours. He is also becoming
more overt regarding his personal
peccadilloes and what Amelia's
full atonement must involve. The
thrashings are as severe as ever, but
now they are literally gift-wrapped.
She knocks at the office door. A
faint creak tells her Sir Elias is
within and knows she has arrived,
but he makes no effort to call
her in and she knows better (a
he's here again, Amelia Green.
lesson learned the hard way on her
Climbing the now familiar
third visit) than to enter without
staircase to the home office of
permission. She is carrying the box
Sir Elias Fortescue. The room that
that provides the pretext for this
she has visited every week for
evening's assignation. It's very light
six months: old-fashioned, over-
but she'll be glad to hand it over and
decorated; over-furnished - and with
get on with whatever her employer
its very own unique mixed air of
has planned for her.
promise and menace.
Still no summons to enter. In
She's come a long way in six
any other situation she would have
months. The clothes are still high
knocked again just in case he had
street, but city centre now, not local,
not heard, but that would be a bad
and the price tags are bigger. One
choice in this particular situation.
more pay rise and the designers will
So she waits. Still and quiet at first,
start to make their presence felt in
then adjusting her hold on the box,
her wardrobe. She has progressed
next pacing as quietly as high heels
at work, sideways rather than
on wooden floors allow to and fro
vertically, but is gaining a solid
on the landing, and finally leaning
understanding of the banking world.
against the wall, ears straining for
Her GCSE Grade E French is being
sounds from inside that will tell her
supplemented by business-focused
what he's doing.
language courses in French and
 'Enter.' Finally: the game
begins. Sir Elias is seated reading
his newspaper with that false
concentration that tells her he is not
as oblivious to her presence as he
would have her believe, She waits for
her instructions, knowing it's part of
the ritual, but resenting being made
to wait without recognition.
'You're fidgeting, Miss Green. You
know I don't like fidgeting.'
'I arrived half an hour ago, Sir
Elias,' she responds in a firm voice,
'I'm feeling restless.' She tugs at his
paper, forcing him to look at her
momentarily before shaking the pink
pages back to their original position
and continuing his spurious perusal
of the day's trading. This is a new
tactic. Gradually, she has become a
more collaborative partner in their
encounters; still beholden to her
superior but driving their activities
forward with a brazen comment or
bold action.
 'I've bro ught this p ackage as you
requested,' she tells him, her voice
level and her vocabulary precise
- welcome changes from the glottal
stops and dropped aitches she'd first
brought to the austere banking firm.
She forces the box upon him and
turns to go, knowing the game is now
in full flow.
'Wait!' he roars, and she stops in
her tracks. H e calls her back and
she turns, flexing the newly-defined
calf n1u scles that three months' gym
membership has developed. The tan
is still fake, but looks expensive and
'natural' these days, making her seem
confident and in control - just as the
non-prescription spectacles lend her
sophistication and credibility in the
workplace.
 He spins her round and raises
her skirt and she braces herself for
the first slap of his palm, but it
doesn't come. Instead, he drags at
her panties, tugging them down her
thighs then telling her to remove
them herself. These are sensible white
panties, notthecrudethongsseen
flaunted in magazines and films.
Sensible, but sensuous in their silky
simplicity. Naturally she complies
with his command and hands over
the warm satin, unsurprised when it
is bunched up and forced behind her
teeth and her employer returns to his
paper. Her skirt remains hoiked up
and when she attempts to straighten
it, Sir Elias tells her to leave it as it
is. She considers the situation: she
could remain gagged and exposed,
sub1nissive to Sir Elias' whims or she
could move things on. Either way,
her ru1np will be reddened and tender
for the next three days. She decides
tonight is one of the occasions where
she will take the lead without making
her boss lose face.

'The contents of this box are of

little use to me on my own,' he tells
her. H e reaches inside and brings
out several items, all black, none
substantial. 'They are a gift and I
look forward to seeing you in them.'
'You expect me dress in this tat?'
she asks incredulously (goadingly) .
'I expect you to do as you
are told,' her employer tells her
ominously, rising swiftly to thrust a
wisp of black silk into her mouth,
'and not to provide unsolicited
opinions.'
She spits out the offending fabric,
invoking further ire. 'Too cold?
Too fresh for your tastes? Perhaps
you prefer something at body
temperature?'

••
 She removes the gag and tosses it
dismissively on the desk. 'I'm sure
my mouth could be put to better use,
Sir Elias.'
There! The provocation she knew
he could not resist. In a blur, her
jacket is removed; she is draped
across Elias Fortescue's lap with her
skirt above her waist and his palm
striking her exposed nates. She feels
the 'pancake' of flattening flesh as
his hand lands on the roundest part
of her buttocks; feels the ripple as
his hand moves away and each cheek
tries to resume its original shape;
bucks at the impact of each successive
strike and screams out her rage and
subjugation. Familiarity with the
weekly ritual does not lessen the pain .

..

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 She bucks and flails under his
ministrations and Sir Elias is forced
to constrain her with his leg pinning
hers as he delivers ten, fifteen, twenty,
thirty or more resounding slaps to
her exposed nether regions. Her shoes
have been kicked off, her hair is
coming loose and skin has a fragrant
sheen. He knows exactly how hard to
hit so that the heat builds up and the
scarlet glow spreads evenly without
causing any permanent damage
or exhausting either himself or his
subordinate. He has practised for
many years and is as skilled in the
art of corporal punishment as he is in
banking. Amelia slips from his grasp,
but he drags her back, pushing her, as
ever, to accept just a little more than
she thinks she can take; extending
her boundaries and demonstrating his
absolute control over her.
 'Now, take the box onto the
landing and change into its contents,'
he tells her. The house is huge but
she has only ever seen the stairway,
the office and a small bathroom
on the floor below in which she is
allowed to tidy herself before going
home. Just as the bank is organised
in departments and files, so Sir Elias'
home is catalogued into discrete areas
of personal, public and very private
territories. Amelia Green warranted
access only to the latter areas.
H e can hear the rustle of clothing
shed and donned with careful
efficiency. H er entrance does not
disappoint: a tall blonde bedecked in
classic black erotic lingerie. She preens
and poses in the doorway: a competent
vamp with buttocks redder than her
glossed lips. She slinks across the roon1
and drapes herself across the roll-top
desk. She knows this will provoke the
next stage of her chastisement but that
is, after all, why she is here.
AJ
 'Stay there,' she is told, and her legs
tense in readiness for the fall of the belt
Sir Elias is flexing between his hands.
H er already burnished skin unbelievably
flares up another few degrees. She
senses the impact in stages: the weight
of leather compressing the padded flesh;
the heat; the chill as the sensation works
itself through the network of nerves so
that the pain is spread to untouched
areas above her waist and below her
knees; the air escaping her lungs as a
gasp, the flexing of limb muscles and
tingling in her scalp.
Tonight there is a new twist to her
punishment. After the first blow, the
strap does not seek out her rounded
arse but lands instead on the cool and
unmarked area above her hips, striking
her back and leaving a series of red
and angry welts. H e knows he must be
careful and she trusts him to do her no
harm, but the new type of pain brings
a unique humiliation and atavistic
memories of ancient floggings .

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...
 Gradually, the strap strikes lower, forced him to add the extra strokes.
concentrating on biting the tender His heart is not really in them, but
flesh outlined by Amelia's garter belt they are effective nonetheless. He
and stocking tops. lets her sink to the floor, gives her
Despite herself and the experience a moment to compose herself, then
gained from their previous encounters, reaches into the fluffy stole that has
she reaches out and beseeches her miraculously stayed in place around
tormentor to cease, knowing even her shoulders. Her breasts are firm
as she does so that her actions will and her nipples firmer. She flinches
simply earn her at least a further two slightly, but over the past months his
lashes. If only she hadn't done that: Sir attentions have become progressively
Elias had already decided to end this more intimate and she is not really
stage of her punishment but her action surprised at this liberty-taking .

•
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 She knows the wooden chest and this house. As long as she has
intimately: if she closes her eyes these appointments to keep and
she can describe every groove, nick her body bears the marks of her
and scratch she has felt under her 'treatments' she cannot hope to have
stomach, thighs, knees or hands. a conventionall social life. Sir Elias
She sits on it now and submits to has manoeuvred her into a position
the maulings of her boss. As the where every aspect of her life is under
wood cools her blazing rear she is his control, whilst, ostensibly, he is
surprised to realise she would - given simply an encouraging employer.
the choice, which of course she isn't As she muses, she is being guided
- prefer to take a further thrashing into position on the chest; an
than suffer this disrespectful groping. occurrence so familiar she's barely
'Kiss the belt,' Sir Elias instructs, noticed the gentle guiding pressure to
then 'open your legs.' The leather make her lie along its top, her weight
teases her through the gossamer supported by her hands on the floor.
fabric, menacing and caressing What will it be? She hopes it's not the
simultaneously. Amelia is agitated. birch.
These meetings are lasting longer Her wish is granted. Sir Elias stakes
and growing more erotic each time; up a thin cane. It will whistle through
she wants to know what direction the air, it will cut into her already
the relationship is moving towards. beleaguered flesh and will leave
While her career continues to distinctive mauve and white tramlines.
flourish, she will entrust her body She writhes and curses each time the
to Sir Elias, but sometimes she malevolent rod strikes, her appeals for
hankers for a life beyond the bank clemency falling on deaf ears.
 And now, another twist. Sir Elias behind each blow. Sir Elias enjoys her
removes his tie and uses it to bind vocalisations, but wishes they were just
Amelia's wrists. She breathes deeply a tad quieter. A tawse, employed on her
and reminds herself that she trusts rump just the previous week, and the
her mentor, that he knows what he threat of what may happen should she
is doing and what is best for them be so reckless as to spit it out, provides
both, but she wonders about the an impromptu gag. Inevitably, as the
implications of this new departure. cane cuts across several previous weals,
Gently, she is guided back into she screams aloud and the tawse falls
position and now her raised, exposed to the floor. Instinctively, Sir Elias
backside is thoroughly thrashed. picks it up and prepares to reacquaint
She cannot move for fear her tied it with his employee's rear end but
wrists will fail to support her, but realises that the area can take no
her shouts bear witness to the power further punishment today.
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••
...
•
 H e helps Amelia sit up and
reclaims his tie. Her relief is short
lived, however, as he orders her
to hold o ut her hands to receive
four strokes from the tawse on her
upturned palms. Yet again, just
as she thinks her body is beyond
comprehending any new pain, it
manages to find fresh, untried nerves
to react. H e has punished her hands
before, but at the beginning of one
of their sessions, and less fiercely. She
wonders if this is now to become as
regular an experience as having her
bottom caned.
 She cries. Simple warm tears seep
from her eyes and creep down her
face. She sits gingerly on the edge of
the chest, chastely covering her naked
breasts, waiting for permission to
dress and leave. Usually the order is
given summarily, in much the same
way as her boss would tell her to file
a report in the office. Today, however,
there's a pause. She is avvare of him
behind her but she cannot tell what
he is doing and is too embarrassed
- afraid? - to turn and look. She
feels a to uch: a finger, a tongue, an
implement? Her scorching nates
are desensitised but she knows they
are being explored, feels pressure,
squeezing, stretching ... She could find
it pleasurable, she could encourage
deeper excavations, but instead she
tenses and the sensations stop.
 Again she waits for an instruction
to go but instead it is Sir Elias
who quits the room and she is left
confused, perched on the trunk like a
pixie on a toadstool. Will he return?
Should she gather up her clothes
and get dressed? She cannot make
decisions for herself, she needs Sir
Elias to guide her.
Her body cools, the pain subsides
t o a hot ache. Already she is thinking
ahead to her next visit and wondering
what new erotic elements might be
introduced into their developing
relationship. •
T he corridor was cold and dark, hard
to believe really that it was only early
afternoon. It had been raining all day and
although the downpour had stopped, the
clouds still hung low in the air. It looked like
a scene from a horror movie and to Lindsey it
felt as though she was the lead role in this
nightmare flick.
She stood alone, leaning against the Head
Master's office, staring up at a tiny crack in
the ceiling. Down the corridor, the door that
lead to her form room creaked open. Lindsey's
head dropped down in shame, it could only be
one of her classmates and they wouldn't let an
opportunity like this disappear. The Head Girl
waiting to see the Headmaster? Never mind that
she had been set up! No, that part would be
conveniently buried in order to 'see the snotty
little bitch get what was coming to her!' She
didn't mean to be the way she was. She had tried
to be pleasant but her smiles always looked like
sneers; her advice always sounded like criticism.
" Well, who do we have here then? " She
didn't even have to look up to know who it
was. His voice sounded like a soft melody in her
mind. She physically sighed and looked up into
his eyes with a wide smile on her face.
" Hi Sir. I'm glad it's you. I was hoping not to
bump in to anyone else whilst I'm stood here."
" Are you sure about that Lindsey?" The
pleasant smile on his face didn't quite match the
sly glint in his eyes and tremor fizzled through
her body, a tremor that Lindsey didn't quite
understand. He placed a key in the lock and
opened the door slowly. Holding the door open
with his left arm outstretched, she thought he
resembled a mystical creature in the dim light.
" Please, do go in."
Lindsey tentatively stepped into the huge
office. Her hands wringing in front of her, she
felt a very real and tangible fear. She looked up
into his eyes for reassurance but none was given.
He had stepped into the room behind her and
was in the process of locking the door. Why?
Why on earth would her favourite and trusted
teacher be locking her into this room? What
were his plans for her?
"Sir?" She questioned timidly.
" Shush Lindsey." His voice barely a whisper,
yet so loud it almost hurt her ears. A mask of
unfeeling blankness had replaced the pleasant decided on your punishment." Her ptmishment?
face she was used to. " Your time for explanation "To say I am disappointed in you and your For what? She hadn't done anything! It was
will come in good time my dear. However, at antics would be a gross understatement and
that horrible Paula Brown that had circulated
this moment in time I have no stomach to listen I feel it is my duty as a teacher, and as your
that flyer about the affair between Mr Johnston
to any of your whining so let me tell you how personal mentor, to teach you a lesson you will and Mrs Tomlinson. Granted, the evidence was
it is. I have been called away from an extremely never forget."
stacked against her but surely her trusted Mr
busy day to deal with this and let me tell you, I Her head was hung in shame, a shame she Roberts would listen to her side and see reason.
am not happy. The Head Master thought that didn't deserve to feel in this injustice. Damn
He knew her, he knew how hard she studied,
as your form tutor, I would be better equipped right she didn't need to feel guilty! " Excuse me
how mature she was and if truth be known;
to deal with you in this matter. He trusts me Sir but I hardly think. .. "
what a little suck-up she was.
to know what punishment will work well for " What you think at this particular moment
" I have seen your handiwork my dear. " He
you. His decision would have been to suspend my girl has no importance to me whatsoever!
continued. "That is paper from your notebook, I
you but frankly my dear that was just the easier He barked out with undisguised anger. " I have
recognise the monogrammed emblem in the right
option as far as I was concerned. heard the facts and after much deliberation have
hand corner of the page. I always used to think
it was a little pretentious for a young woman Her mumble so low and indecipherable that strange experience. " Ready?" All she could do
but since your behaviour up to this point has he barked out the question again with barely was nod her head once.
been beyond reproach, I decided to allow you disguised annoyance. " I said Miss Pendlebury, Whoosh. The pain was unbelievable. " One,
this indulgence." do you agree that is fair? " thank you Sir. Two, thank you Sir. Three, thank
"The paper must have been stolen Sir!" " Yes Sir, I agree that is fair. " Her innocence you Sir." Her voice broke with each and every
Lindsey spilled out. " I would never have done no longer relevant to her own mind, she felt stroke. T he pain so intense that she derived
anything like that! I didn't even know about the justice in the punishment. some form of pleasure from it. Pleasure that she
affair!" " Ok then, the implements of my choice. was taking what he gave her, that he was pleased
" Ah Lindsey," he said with a little shake of My hand to reassure you, I am no animal; the with her. It seemed never ending; she wanted it
his head, his voice holding disappointment. " I pump to remind you that you are still my pupil to end but wanted the sharp ache to stay with
thought that when I first heard but then I looked and finally the cane because you do have to be her forever. " Six, thank you Sir. Seven.. " Her
at the evidence. Nobody has handwriting like punished. 12 strokes of each and you will count voice broke, no more words could be forced
yours, its damn near perfect." He let out a sigh each one, thanking me with real gratitude. You from her glistening lips.
that shook her depths with its finality. "The will probably hate me throughout but will thank He gently touched the newest welt on her
punishment I have decided on stands. me afterwards. Now thank me in advance for tender behind causing her body to jolt. He felt
" I want you to walk over to the desk and making you better my dear. " a moment of compassion and allowed her a few
stand facing the window. " Lindsey moved not "Thank you Sir." It was said with so much moments to compose herself.
a muscle, not even her eyes moved a millimetre, conviction and true emotion that she earnt Taking a deep breath she whispered " Seven,
planted firmly on the floor next to his feet. " I herself a little smile that she felt rather than saw. thank you Sir." Each blow firmer than the last as
SAID MOVE" . T he steel in his voice made the He pulled her skirt up revealing her blue her backside became a canvass of symmetry. It
hairs on her neck stand to attention, her body gym panties, so committed was she to the school was a true piece of art, a mixture of soft pinks,
soon followed its lead. She walked slowly over rules that all of her uniform was standard down angry reds and deep purples - not a sight of her
to the heavy oak table and instinctively stood to the millimetre. H is hand drew back for first usual creamy tones.
as still a statue. She felt rather than heard him contact. Smack. Finally, the last came. The blow hit the crease
walk towards her. Her head whipped round to " One, thank you Sir. Two thank you Sir. between her thighs and her bottom, the welt so
plead her case but was quickly caught in a vice- Three thank you Sir." On and on until she had straight and deep. "Twelve, thththank yyyou
like grip. " I wouldn't even dream about thinking taken the first set of her punishment. He stroked Sssir." She stuttered out, tears flowing freely
about it dear, never mind actually doing it." her clothed bottom and praised her for her from her eyes as she sobbed and spluttered. Her
He gently moved her head back round so dignity in taking what she deserved. His hands eyes were red and bright and in that moment
she was stood in the position he wanted her in. snaked up and his thumbs drew under the elastic he couldn't remember seeing a sight as beautiful
Her naturally graceful body ramrod straight, of her knickers yanking them down fast and sure. as her.
her head faced forward and her treacherous Her breath caught as she felt the cool air wash "What a good girl you are my dear. " He
eyes automatically looking to the floor. 'What over her exposed sex. She felt a rush of feeling whispered as he stroked and soothed her firm
has come over me?' She thought as she realised as she felt herself moisten, felt that unbelievable little bottom. He pulled her knickers up in a
the how right this felt to her. He placed his moment of pleasure as everything inside her seamless move whilst simultaneously pulling her
hands lightly on her waist and pushed her upper ached with a need she could not put into words. skirt down. " You may now stand up Lindsey."
body forward and over. She twisted out of his " Now Lindsey, the second portion of your She tried to pull herself up but her legs gave
grasp, the spell she had momentarily been under punishment. This, as I previously mentioned, way. H is arms caught her and pulled her back
broken. " What do you think you're doing? " She is to remind you who and what you are to me. up, picking her up and placing her so tender
spat out at him. H is hands grasped the tops of This will smart your backside but I want you to backside onto the hard and solid wooden table.
her arms, biting painfully at her tender skin. take this with the same decorum that you took "Now Lindsey, you took your punishment
"We can do this the hard way or the easy the last." well. I expect you to carry on with this vein
way Miss Pendlebury. I suggest the easy way Her breath stilled once more as she prepared of dignity and continue day-to-day as normal.
but am more than comfortable with the other." herself for this new experience. Whack. " One, Nothing more will be said, I will make it right
She looked up into his eyes and regretted the thank you Sir." The thud of the pump wounded with the injured parties. H owever, your attitude
impulse. They were as though sculpted from ice. her mind as well as her bottom. "Two, thank towards others needs to change. If I see no
So cold and uninviting. The pleasantly handsome you Sir." The sound was deafening to her ears. marked improvement in how you treat your
man that she had had a crush on for two years "Three, thank you Sir" On and on it went, this peers, I shall be forced to correct your behaviour,
had been replaced by dangerous phantom; no onslaught to her sensitive little behind. "Ten, by any means I see fit. Do you understand?" It
longer seeming human. T here was not a spec of thank you Sir" The words were becoming harder was all she could do to nod.
sensitivity in his face, all laughter gone, replaced and harder to find. By the time she had reached " You are excused my dear. " With that, he
by a cold determination. Her eyes dropped again the last, her eyes were full with unshed tears. strolled calmly towards the door, unlocked it
and they both knew that the inevitability of the With everything she had, she stopped those and opened it wide for her to walk into the
situation had dawned upon her. tears from falling; to disappoint him would be darkened corridor. She lifted herself up and
"Now please, back into position." With a punishment so severe she couldn't bear it. His as straight as she could, walked out with a
this, she resumed her stance and he pushed her hand cupped her chin with deliberate tenderness. trembling tummy and a bruised bottom.
malleable body into place. Bent over the desk; legs " Lindsey, you are acting like a true lady. What The next day Lindsey saw Mr Roberts in
and back equally straight, bottom pushed out, you will take next is the true punishment and form room and she didn't know what to do
hands palm down on the desk and eyes to the although I allow you to cry, I want no unnatural with her face. Did she dare look into his eyes?
floor. Her shirt had come loose from her skirt and movement. You must stay as still as you can and Did she dare ask to talk about the day before?
her tummy pressed against the polished wood. still count and thank me with each stroke. Once She gathered all the courage that she had inside,
"Now, my little pet, let me tell you this punishment is over, we can draw a line drew on every reserve that she had. She raised
what is about to happen. You have behaved under your misbehaviour." her eyes up and he looked straight into them.
disgracefully and need to be punished to correct Lindsey mentally prepared herself for the Gone was the blank gaze, replaced by kindness
this behaviour. It is for your own good, always onslaught she was about to endure. Her bottom and humour. Lindsey was shocked to her core.
remember that. Do you understand?" When she ached so badly, she longed to reach behind and H ow could he not acknowledge yesterday's
said nothing he grasped her chin and whipped rub her skin to soothe the pain. H owever, she eventualities?
it round to look into her tear filled eyes. " I said, knew that relief would come but not until she " Excuse me Lindsey, is there any chance I
do you understand? " His eyes bore into hers had endured her next task. could borrow your geography notes from today? "
and the last resistance she had drained from her She heard the whoosh of the cane as he Without looking round to see who had asked,
body. " Yes Sir, I understand. " tested its weight. He lightly tapped her sore without caring who she was insulting and without
" Ok then. Your punishment. .. We have backside making her jump. " Be still girl! Ill let taking her eyes from Mr Roberts' she replied,
counted 36 circulated fliers in total and you that one go but the next time you jump, I will "The chances of you borrowing anything from me
have disgraced 3 people with your antics. I add another 2 onto your tally. " She mentally are slim to none, would you care to place a bet on
see fit to administer 36 blows to your bottom berated herself, dropping into a new level, which it will be?" She saw the shift in his eyes and
using 3 implements, do you agree that is fair? " somewhere she felt marginally safe from this her body shivered in anticipation. •
 •
BY ANDREW GRANTHAM

' Enjoy your ride, Carly!' point in following and surprising her in the act fitting mini briefs. Carly did not shave her
'Thank you, Mr Smith.' - not without the authority of the cane. T he mound. She liked to prove that she was a
T he cheery response came from the blonde- prospect of a sound thrashing had always kept natural blonde.
haired, eighteen year old as she mounted her tobacco consumption at a low level amongst T he cups of her bra clung to what promised
cycle and rode through the college gates. the girls at the college. The disappearance of to be delightful contents were they to be
Robert Smith, the respected Principal of the the stick had changed all that and the uppity revealed. Carly made a quick decision to do so.
establishment was afforded a good view of the minxes had taken full advantage of the so-called She reached behind her back, unsnicked the
Head Girl's long, graceful thighs as a sudden ' enlightened treatment.' catch, slid the thin straps down her slender arms
gust of wind raised up her grey, pleated uniform Carly disappeared from his view and the and pulled the garment away from her body.
skirt. Carly casually brushed the garment back Principal turned away. At least, his Head Girl Carly's youthfully-firm breasts were nicely
into place before riding off down the lane. would be reading up on the classics during the proportioned and superbly shaped. The fresh
Her shapely buttocks overflowed the tiny, usual Wednesday half day. air caused the dainty, pink nipples to perk up
leather saddle and, as the rider leaned over the She cycled along at a steady pace and, before a little. She stretched her lithe, creamy-skinned
handlebars, their delightful roundness became long, reached a gap in the stone wall encircling frame and her lovely summits rose up and
more prominent. A ripple of excitement went the big, country estate. It was quite a way from parted with her movement.
through the Principal's body as he beheld the the Hall itself and nowhere near where the Them, she moved towards her bicycle. All
lovely sight. game birds were reared. T he pathway she chose the time, her teenage breasts gently bobbed and
He sighed wistfully. Young Carly Bush had was narrow and rough but could be cycled over swayed in an erotic motion. Out of the basket
the most enchanting of bottoms. Mr Smith had, with care. came 'Twelfth Night' rather than 'Tess of the
however, never seen that part of her - and he d'Urbevilles.' She also withdrew an already
never would. opened packet of cigarettes and a disposable
Corporal punishment had long been The cups of her bra clung lighter.
abandoned at the college. Discipline had fallen Carly selected a suitable spot and sat
drastically as a result. Detention was hardly to what promised to be comfortably with her back against a sawn-down
a deterrent. T he mere threat of half a dozen tree stump. She inhaled filtered smoke into her
stingers from a well-wielded cane had, in
delightful contents were they lungs before beginning to swot up on the antics
previous years, kept most of the girls in line for to be revealed. of Malvolio and Sir Toby Belch.
most of the time. It was midway through the second act before
The ultimate deterrent was still expulsion Carly lit up again. She felt very relaxed. T he
but there was really nothing to beat the short, Carly knew exactly where to go and, soon spot she had chosen was quiet and peaceful and
sharp shock of a serious caning. she was dismounting in a fairsized clearing, it was very warm. The sixth former tried to stay
The Principal eyed the shifting bum cheeks where she leaned her cycle against an ageing awake but, eventually, she nodded off..
of the pretty teenager as her white-stockinged tree. She unfastened her striped tie and looked ' Good Lord!'
legs pumped away at the bicycle pedals. Those upwards. The sky was cloudless and the sun's Carly awoke at the sudden sound of the
luscious mounds would certainly benefit from rays would have an unlimited passage across the young male voice in close proximity.
a few visits of the crook-handled cane he had space between the tree tops. ' Oh!' she cried., instantly wide awake and
been forced to abandon. She twisted her head and unhooked the horrified to see a young man staring down
' I know where you are heading for, Miss pleated skirt, which fell to the ground. Nimbly, at her. There was a smile on his rugged, yet
Bush,' the Principal uttered to himself, ' and I she stepped out of the discarded garment handsome features. Carly was also horrified
also know what you are going to do when you and bent to roll down her white, knee-length to see smoke rising from the tinder dry
get there!' stockings. Carly was taking the opportunity to undergrowth - obviously the result of a
Robert Smith was aware that his blonde- indulge in some sun worshipping. Had anyone carelessly discarded cigarette.
haired charge was heading for the woods within been watching, they would have been very Instinctively, she crossed her arms in front of
the estate of Sir Peter Wembley-Smythe. Within impressed by the sight of the blonde's long and her to conceal her breasts.
the dense confines belonging to the Head of athletically-curved legs. ' It's a bit late for covering up your tits,' he
the college governors, Carly would find a Carly made short work of the white uniform drawled. ' Anyway, I think you should first of
suitable spot. There, she would swot up on her shirt buttons and, soon, it had joined her skirt all help me to put out this fire you started.'
Shakespeare and the Wessex sagas of Thomas in an untidy heap. H e stretched out an arm and Carly found
H ardy. T hat was all to the good but, whilst she The blonde's undergarments were matching. herself accepting the proffered hand. As she
would be exercising her brain, she would also Both items were white in colour and very was slowly hauled to her feet, she was aware
be damaging her lungs. He knew that Carly skimpy in cut. A couple of stray, golden curls of the shirtsleeved, dark-haired, young man
would be smoking in the woods. There was no peeped over the low-slung top of the snugly- closely inspecting her bared breasts. It was
very embarrassing - even more so than being weakening even more. Having her bum 'When are you going to stop?' she gasped.
responsible for starting the, as yet, small fire. smacked would certainly be something new - 'When your backside gets as hot as that area
'I saw the smoke and came to investigate,' something she might even brag about to the rest you set on fire with your carelessness!' was the
he explained, stamping on the ground where the of the girls. answer she didn't want to hear.
grass was smouldering. It's a good job I did.' He 'My knickers stay put?' Carly had indeed 'It is now,' she quickly responded.
looked up at her. 'Otherwise those nice titties of surrendered. She then felt Michael placing the backs of
yours would be turned to toast.' 'Guaranteed,' confirmed the man. 'What's his fingers on each hot cheek in turn, testing the
Carly's face turned as red as the fires they your name by the way?' temperature of the red-splodged bumflesh.
were extinguishing. She did not care for the 'Carly,' she told him, aware of erotic 'A long way from boiling point,' he
man's talk but she could hardly complain. feelings beginning to stir within her body. cheerfully announced.
Keeping her head down, she trampled on the 'What's yours?' Carly closed her eyes and tensed her body in
burning ground with her black, leather shoes.' 'Michael,' was the response. Carly noted readiness for the continuing onslaught.
'Put some more energy into it!' he chided. the use of his full name and not the usual Slap ! Slap ! Slap! Slap! Slap Slap!
Carly knew she just had to see the fire abbreviation. 'OWW"\i\TW0 WW"\i\T ! '

properly extinguished before her well-ogled He held out his hand and Carly took hold of Carly humped up and down, Michael easing
breasts could be re-united with her bra. She it. Next thing, she was across his lap, his work his restraint somewhat to allow her to do so.
complied with his order, the extra exertions trousers rough against her bare skin. She didn't need the benefit of biology lessons
causing her lovely up-top assets to bounce This was something entirely new for Carly. to -tell her that the young gamekeeper was
and shake dramatically. A quick glance at All manner of feelings were swirling through deriving sexual pleasure from what he was
the man confirmed that he was, indeed, her tummy. She was glad her knicks were going doing! He needn't think ... !
more interested in her semi-nudity than he to stay in place, though. The girl from the college had been expecting
was in the firefighting. The 'knicks' as she called them only a single blow and the flurry of smacks had been
Benveen the pair of them, the small flames concealed her most feminine part. Most of a surprise - and a very painful one at that! Her
were soon extinguished, although smoke still her twin mounds bulged provocatively from legs flailed wildly in what would have been an
rose from the scorched area. either sides of the skimpy briefs. T he flesh was obscene manner had it not been for the dutiful
'Look. I'm very sorry,' apologised Carly, not creamy-soft and nicely rounded. wedge of white nylon concealing her most
now bothering to cover up her boobs. Michael placed his left hand on the small of pnvate part.
'I hope that college of yours gives you a her back. Carly shuddered slightly at the touch. The fire in her bottom seemed more deep-
darned good hiding,' growled the young man. ' Ready?' he enquired, warning her that he seated and her hot nates contracted and then
'That doesn't happen nowadays!' riposted was about to begin. briefly relaxed in their reaction to the hard hits.
Carly. 'We get detentions instead but', anyway, A split second later and there was an Clap! Clap ! Clap! Clap!
there's no need to tell ... explosive report as the man's hand struck the Michael's hand collided with the squirming
'I'll just have to take the law into my own teenager's buttocks. It caused Carly to catch her summits at high velocity, each time its pain-
hands, then,' announced the estate employee. breath and a stinging began where sharp contact laden journey 'being halted by the rounded-out,
' I'll give you a good hiding to teach you a with her exposed buttocks had been made. scorching flesh.
lesson.' She was just beginning to cope with what '0WW"\VWWW !'

He strode towards her clothes, gathered had happened when her backside was jolted Carly wailed as her body contorted in
them up, placed the pile on top of the tree again. Carly didn't cry out but she emptied her reaction. Her bottom weaved this way and
stump and sat down on the now cushioned lungs and began to squirm a little. that in its efforts to shake away the raging hurt
surface. Then, he beckoned Carly with a Her earlier inquisitiveness had suddenly within.
forefinger and meaningfully patted his thighs. departed. She had thought she might experience 'Michael! What on earth is going on?'
'You'll do no such thing!' Carly stood in front some sexual titillation but that was not proving The sudden sound of another man's voice
of him with her hands on her hips, so causing to be the case. caused Carly's cry to halt abruptly. Oh God!
her fine bosom to jut out - much to the man's 'Oww!' Someone else was going to see her like this!
obvious amusement. 'Give me back my clothes!' Carly cried out for the first time. H urt had H ow awful!
'When I've smacked your bottom,' was the now flared up in her backside. It eased into a 'I came to investigate the smoke, Sir Peter.'
nonchalent reply. sting before the next blow came. Carly froze. She twisted her head but could
'I can't believe this,' sighed Carly, shaking 'Oww!' not see the new arrival who was standing right
her head. Already, the heat in her bottom was quite behind her. It was, of course, none other than
'Look at that!' T he man pointed to the intense. She began to roll from side to side in Sir Peter Wembley-Smythe, the landowner and
scorched earth and undergrowth. 'Is that the man's lap. Her legs were moving about and also the Head of the college governors!
believeable? !' she was glad of the concealment provided by 'That's what first attracted me, Michael,' she
'I said I'm sorry,' sighed the young girl. her mini briefs. heard the man say. 'Then I heard the cries and
'Saying you are sorry isn't enough!' retorted Clap! thought you had snared a fox or something. I
the man, whom Carly now thought was 'Ooh!' most certainly did not expect to see what seems
probably the gamekeeper. ' Retribution must be The previous slaps to Carly's behind had to be a wood-nymph!' H is manner was jocular
made. If that college you go to won't smack covered both hummocks, with the heel of now that he had got over the surprise.
arses, then I'll do it for them!' Michael's hard hand landing on her left cheek 'She agreed to a good hiding, Sir Peter,'
'I'm going!' announced Carly, moving and his splayed-out fingers on its twin. Now, began the gamekeeper.
towards her cycle. his scorching palm had delivered a crisp blow to All manner of thoughts were swirling around
'You'll get yourself arrested,' laughed the the exposed flesh on the right of her covered-up within Carly's brain. Suddenly, her bum cheeks
man. 'That would serve you darned well right.' crease. It caused her to bounce and twist in his didn't seem to be hurting so much. ' I thought it
T he blonde halted in her tracks. Of course, lap, so much so that his free arm now encircled better to deliver a summary punishment, rather
she could hardly cycle back to the college as she her waist to keep her in place. than involve the college.'
was! Carly felt her resolve weakening. Clap! 'Quite so.' Sir Peter confirmed his agreement
'I'm not going to take your knickers down, 'Oooh!' and now moved to stand in front of the woeful,
if that's what's worrying you,' he assured her. Her left bum cheek received the same submissively-positioned pupil. She stared up at
'T hat's good of you,' sniffed Carly, treatment. With her body now unable to move him with moist eyes.
disdainfully. as freely as before, Carly began to kick her legs 'She was in this state of undress when I got
She was aware that her resolve was in an abandoned manner. here,' informed the younger man. 'I promised
she could keep her knickers on - if that's the
right word to describe them.'
'You're the Head Girl, aren't you?' enquired
the baronet, peering down at her.
'Yes, sir,' croaked Carly, before 'being
subjected to a lecture about responsibility and
setting an example.
'Stand her up please, Michael,' instructed the
landowner.
Carly wondered whether or not she should
conceal her breasts. Suddenly, she didn't have
a choice to make. Michael simply hooked his
anns under her annpits and, as he rose up,
Carly was forced to follow, giving the older
man a full view of her shapely, jutting breasts.
Michael held onto her upper arms, positioning
her as though he were displaying a trophy to his
employer - which, in a way, he was.
Poor Carly felt how a slave must have felt as
the college governor ogled her semi nudity. She
had never felt so embarrassed in her young life.
'I was about halfway through when you
arrived, Sir Peter, said Michael.
Carly felt relieved. Only halhvay through!
Thank goodness that Sir Peter had arrived when
he had done!
'You don 't mind if I carry on do you,
Michael?'
The blonde girl's world suddenly collapsed
once more. Her jaw dropped open. The fire in
her bottom see1ned to have re-ignited itself.
'Not at all, Sir Peter,' was the instant
response.
'Cut me a switch about three feet long,
would you please,' the landowner asked of
Michael. He then addressed the dejected girl. ' I
hope you still use feet and inches in the college
and not that metric rubbish! '
Carly was too shocked to respond. She
had just realised what was about to happen!
Now freed, her hands flew to her hot bum
cheeks, more as a shield than as comforters. She
watched in horror as the men selected a very
thin branch of a tree she did not know the name
of and the ga1nekeeper produced a sharp knife.
He cut the pliable wood and then proceeded to
trim it until it was cane-like in appearance.
Michael has already warmed up your
bottom,' remarked Sir Peter, returning his
attention to Carly. 'I'll finish you off with "six
of the best" which Mr Smith would have been
able to do in the good old days.'
'Y..you .. c.. can't! ' stammered the girl.
'I can if you permit it.' The man wagged a
finger at her.
'I assume, Sir Peter.' Michael addressed
his employer. "That as head of the college
governors, you will press for the expulsion of
the cu lprit who caused the fire damage to your
property. Unless ...
Carly's stomach sank into her black, lace-up
shoes.
'Quite so, Michael. Quite so,' nodded the
landowner.
'I agree,' sighed the defeated and dejected
Carly. At least, it wou ld soon be over and
done with.
'Position her over the stump, would you?'
the man asked of his employee.
Almost in a trance, the bare-breasted girl
allowed the gamekeeper to manhandle her semi- The girl's body sagged wearily across the ' Only one more to go,' announced Sir Peter,
naked form so that she was lying across the cushioned top of the stump. Her bottom felt resting the lean and mean length of wood
tree stump, with her tummy cushioned by her like a blazing cauldron. She was just grateful on one shoulder as he waited for the college
discarded clothing. It meant that her bottom that the college had abandoned corporal girl's shapely, desecrated orbs to still. 'Then
was upthrust and perfectly positioned for what punishment. It was no wonder her predecessors that's the end of the matter. The college shall
was going to happen to it. had been so well behaved! not hear of it.'
'You do understand, young lady.' Sir Peter's Sir Peter's arm slowly raised the wicked- Carly actually managed to croak a 'Thank
voice came from behind her. ' I am not bound by looking wand. It quivered as he paused and . '
you, sir.
the promise which Michael gave you regarding then fairly flew on a downwards are to land Whirr! She tensed her severely sore nates in
the retention of your knickers.' and sink into the resilient girlflesh before, readiness.
' Oh!' Poor Carly was horrified. This was rebounding away. Crack!
just awful. It was so degrading. ' Yowww\VW'\Veeowww!' The sound of the pliable twig striking the
'Do the honours please, Michael,' requested Carly yelled out, her cry seeming to carry for sacrificial hummocks was loud and clear. 'T he
the man of his gamekeeper. ever in the open air. college Head Girl's politeness had not caused Sir
Carly felt the young man's strong, rough She ground her pelvis against the cushioned Peter to lessen the severity of the final stroke.
hands on her bare, sensitive skin. Her briefs stump in an obscene fashion. Pain was 'Yowwweeeeaagghh!' screeched Carly.
were then unceremoniously dragged away from penetrating further into her body. Further fire was added to the conflagration
her behind. Michael even went to the length of Michael watched the proceedings already raging throughout the blonde's
removing the miniscule garment altogether. impassively with his arms folded whilst Sir Peter beleaguered behind.
Carly was well aware that an inspection raised the whippy wood high into the air. Suddenly, she pushed herself up to a kneeling
would be taking place, indeed, it was. Both Carly's red-hued and crimson-striped bottom position and with tears coursing down her
men were staring appreciatively at the sight was given barely any recovery time before pretty, but woebegone features, she frantically
presented to them. the baronet sent the makeshift instrument of rubbed her castigated bumcheeks in an effort to
T he exposed, bare globes were fully rounded correction speeding down to add further to both give them some comfort.
and deeply clefted. T here was a triangle of still her mental and her physical anguish. Robert Smith saw Carly arrive back at the
light-coloured skin denoting where the briefs The girl's tired lungs emitted a bellow college. Strangely, she was pushing her bicycle
had offered some, though scant, protection in reaction and the wild squirmings of her instead of riding it. She was walking in a
from the gamekeeper's hardhitting hand. Carly body caused a further immodest parting of rather funny way and it looked as though she
clamped her thighs together to minimise the her attractive legs. T he mens' eyes took full had been crying. She must have been reading
visibility of her pussy, although she could not advantage of the opportunity presented to them. Thomas Hardy, he thought! •
entirely prevent it.
Now, she could see the older man's feet
shuffling into position. T he touch of the wood
on her fully-bared bottom caused her to flinch.
Whirr! Carly bit her lip and clenched her
already sore bumcheeks in anticipation of a
different kind of hurt to the one she had already
experienced,
Crack!
'Yowww!'
T he girl gave out a screech as a line of
flame shot across her summits. Her head came
sharply up and her pelvis made lewd thrusting
movements against the supporting tree stump.
Carly did not hear the second stroke coming but
she was instantly aware of its abrupt arrival.
Crack!
" Yeeeooww!l
Another ear-piercing cry echoed around the
clearing. The crown of her buttocks received the
force of the strongly-applied switch. Instant hurt
was delivered which was not lessened by the
wood's recoil from the youthful, springy flesh.
Carly bounced up and down on her timber
support. Her beaten bottom jerked and writhed.
Her athletic-looking thighs abandoned their
guardianship of the girl's precious, dewy secret
lying between them. The naked college girl's
femininity was, of course, the object of both
men's scrutiny.
T he third stroke was a little longer in
cormng.
Whack!
'Aaaaooowwhh!'
Carly's full-throated cry and lewd
contortions bore testament to her suffering. So,
too, did the three distinctive lines across her
shapely globes. T hey showed up most clearly
on the creamy skin between the already rouged
areas which had not been covered by her briefs.
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BY LEIA-ANN Wooos
W hen I first began experiencing all things
CP, the cane was the implement I feared
the most - and who could blame me, after
time to breathe, the second and third came in
quick succession. My bottom is now aflame,
but more strokes rain down upon my bottom,
The Singapore:
This implement, if used with any significant
force is extremely vicious so must only be
all it is a vicious looking stick with which I finishing with the hardest twelfth stroke used with caution and must only be used once
was to be punished! H owever, my fear of it landing right in the crease. The pain was over, one has gained the required knowledge of its
intrigued me and stirred me erotically, so I but the humiliation continued as I was made workings.
persevered with my mental barriers and the to remain in my exposed position while the The Singapore Prison cane is made of
cane became one of the implements used on school filed out of the hall. Moments later rattan. Unlike bamboo, this is very flexible
me as part of the CP lifestyle I was living at two officer's arrived to take me away, where I when wet. For adult men it is 1.2 metres long
the time. If someone had told me back in was stripped and suffered a humiliating body and 1.3 cm thick, though some made here
2002 that I would, in the future, be known on search. My reformatory uniform was handed in the UK to mimic the implement may vary.
the scene as one of the cane's greatest lovers to me and I was taken away to serve my three Traditionally, offenders are strapped to a large
I would have laughed, but here I am saying month sentence. wooden trestle. This is clearly closely based on,
exactly that. I am now in love with the cane. This was a cold caning and so I really felt if not identical with, the British dual-purpose
I love receiving it and have recently developed the strokes corning in. Although neither the prison flogging frame, originally designed for
a penchant for giving it as well (watch out school nor the officers were really there, I had both floggings with the cat on the upper back
Gentlemen!). It is one of the most powerful sunk so deep into the scene I could really feel (offender standing upright) and punishments
implements to receive within a scene and is one each one of them around me. This is my most applied to the posterior.
which requires significant skill to deliver. T he memorable school scene to date. Because of the severity of this implement,
cane comes in many guises and I hope to take I have only experienced it once, and here
you through some of them, combining that The Dragon cane: readers are the reasons why: I had decided I
with how that particular type of cane fitted so A ' dragon' cane is made of denser rattan than wanted to take part in a judicial caning event
well with the scenario (or fantasy to be more the standard school cane, which is made of this Autumn, which involved me receiving
precise) I was playing at the time. ' kooboo' . It is usually darker in colour, and is 6 of the Singapore (hard, but not at the real
significantly heavier. It is less whippy and as prison standards you understand), however
The Kooboo (school cane): such has much more of a bite. It is possible to "T hose Who Must Be Obeyed" were angry
Kooboo canes are traditionally thought of as find dragon canes separated into two types; that I should even consider taking my body
a " school cane" . T he junior school cane is 6- junior dragon canes (6-8mm diameter) and to that level of pain and risk. I was lectured
8mm in diameter and is fairly stingy. Senior senior dragon canes (10-12mm diameter). The long and hard on knowing when to stop
kooboo canes are approx 8-l Omm diameter increased density of this cane has generally and understanding that my body is not as
and have more of a " thud" to them. I have meant I am in serious trouble and can expect tough as I like to think, despite what I may
had many a good scene with these canes, a harsher punishment. T he most notable one or may not wish to experience whilst I am
but here is one that sticks in my mind for its of these was a scene I played out with Lucy an active member of the scene. To prove the
sheer erotic nature: I was the Oxford entry Bailey and Master Kain: I had been living in point irrefutably, I was sentenced to six of the
for R oedean School and the Headmaster had the Middle East as an ex-pat for 6 months Singapore, at only a medium level, just to give
called me into his office to congratulate me when I was arrested for drinking illegally with me an idea of how horrific this implement
on my success at A-level and my entrance friends. My punishment was to be more severe really can be. I bent over and braced my body
to Oxford. While basking in the glory of as I had organised the drinking party. I was for the first stroke. It came in and felt like
my success the head receives a phone call, brought into a chamber by the Male Punisher a dull ache on my bottom, before becoming
to which he seems to be rather shocked and (Master Kain), who bent me over a trestle extremely painful, almost too painful. " Dear
distressed. He hangs up and informs me that and tied me to it. Once in position the Female Lord" I thought, lesson learned already, but
it was the police who had called and they had Warder (Lucy Bailey) read out my punishment. I had five to go, and five I received. I have
CCTV evidence of me stealing from Karen 24 with the dragon cane, on the bare backside. never felt anything so painful in my life and I
Millen Clothing. Mortified that I had been I was horrified at this and said as much. I was did understand that going much harder would
caught I tried to get out of the situation, but quickly silenced by another sentence added for have broken my skin and caused me much
the head explained that the police were on my outburst - 6 more, 3 on the sole of each damage (the reason for the lesson in the first
their way to take me to a Young Offender's foot. T he Male Punisher picked his dragon and place!), but I could not deny I did enjoy it and
Institute for the summer before first term placed it on my bottom. As soon as I felt it pull still feel miffed that I am not allowed to take
at Oxford. This was the usual sentence for away I knew I was in for the first, beautifully part in the Prison Scene this Autumn (please
first offenders. Before the police arrive, the painful stroke. The strokes continued in a calm, feel free to call me mad!). So enjoy your
head decided on a punishment of his own - a measured way, administered just as a sentence Singapore, just don't use it to excess!
painful and public humiliation. He called would be, with both parties ignoring my Of course a cane lover like myself has
an assembly of the whole school and had me whimpers and pleas for release. T he final stroke experienced far more than these three
stand up on the stage, facing the entire school cut into my bottom, which was now on fire, experiences I have given you a brief outline
whilst he told them of my crime. I was then but the punishment was not quite over. I had of, but I hope this has helped give you an
turned round and told to bend over and touch six more, and on my feet at that. I was terrified. idea of it's diversity, both physically and
my toes. H e bared my bottom and picked up My foot was held in place by the Male Punisher, psychologically in the type of scenes possible.
the senior school cane. I was to receive 12 while the Warder administered the strokes to What is interesting is that all three scene
of the best. My poor cold bottom twitched each foot. The pain was unbelievable, but was involve cold caning, something I had never
nervously waiting for the first stroke, which so true to the scene I was seriously " charged" thought of as a particular kink of mine, though
did not disappoint as it seared my bottom from the whole thing. T his was also the first clearly it is from what I write here! •
from cold to hot in an instant. Not given much time I had ever received the cane on my feet.
 efore I became a model, I'd always a Janus shoot might well be swift and rather all prepared; so the director took me into the
B wondered what a photo shoot would be
like, and I confess I was particularly fascinated
painful ....
I finally arrived in the right place, entirely by
adjoining room to choose my clothes.
I like white panties for spanking pictures -
by how a spanking shoot would proceed. Was chance. I was flushed and breathless, and I was they're innocent looking, which makes it more
the spanking actually real? Did the girls the sure my hair was sticking up madly. It was a dramatic if they get pulled down. So I was glad
magazine chose really enjoy it? How on earth huge relief to discover that neither Mr Fortescue when the director agreed with me, and I added
did they go about choosing the person to from my last shoot, nor the director had actually reading glasses to complete the thoroughly
actually administer the punishment? And what arrived yet, either. The photographer, who I'd conservative look. He approved my hair and
if the poor model couldn't cope, and ran out met before and liked very much, was setting up makeup, ' Mr Fortescue' announced that he was
in tears half way through the shoot? All these a complicated arrangement of lights so I sat and ready too; so we all gathered in the drawing
worries, and more, circled in my mind on the chatted happily to him while I began repairing room to commence our Janus photo shoot.
way to my first shoot for Janus Magazine. The my makeup. I' m glad to be working for Janus now,
concerns were unnecessary, I loved both the Janus made a great choice when they rather than a few years ago, because now the
experience and the results - I was delighted to employed Andy as their photographer. I'm spankings can be real, and can leave genuine
see myself on the front cover in Autumn 2006. sure the best spanking models are girls with marks. It'd give me a horrible 'so-near-and-yet-
And that's why I found myself back in East a real passion for CP, and to look convincing so-far' feeling if I had to pretend to be taking a
London on a hot June afternoon, shooting a as a disciplinarian, some proper experience spanking, but as it is, both the marks and my
second Janus photo story. of CP is certainly a huge advantage. But reactions are absolutely genuine!
Unfortunately, I got rather lost while trying at a shoot, a photographer with a good We began with Mr Fortescue wrestling me
to find the house. I'd been sure I could find it eye and real technical expertise is a huge over his knee and spanking me. Ouch! He
again, but as I wandered up and down a series advantage - and the fact that Andy is not a started hard; I yelped in shock, but he didn't
of streets which all looked the same, I started CP ' player' gives him the objective view that a let up, his hand kept descending, fast and
to worry that I was going to be really late. photographer who'd prefer to be spanking the on-target; within 30 seconds my bottom was
And I thought that the penalty for lateness at model himself might very well lack! Andy is starting to feel awfully hot .... Andy began
brilliantly interested and open-minded though
- despite not wanting to spank me himself, we
had a nice talk about what I was hoping the
shoot would involve (and specifically which
implements I hoped wouldn't feature) while we
both got ready.
At this point, the director and ' Mr
Fortescue', my tormentor for the day, arrived
and everything changed. I'd met both before,
at the first Janus shoot; they' re very pleasant,
professional and friendly people. However,
knowing that I' d soon be over Mr Fortescue's
knee while the director decided how much
more spanking I' d need to take before my
bottom reached the required colour, made me
somewhat nervous (and reluctantly excited).
I usually get a strange but insistent desire to
escape before the spanking starts, and today
I felt it particularly strongly. I hadn't been
spanked for several weeks, and though of
course it's never far from my fantasies, the
reality of an impending spanking of unspecified
length and intensity suddenly made me rather
frightened. I wasn't ready yet! I wanted to
gather my courage first. Andy, however, was
 brand; without the comfort of knowing how
many strokes would follow, or the security
of knowing I was being punished for a real
offence; the pain alone filled my mind and
only got worse as the first stroke became the
second, then the third....
' Impact shots' are as important for caning
as for hand spanking. They're the only way
of showing we're ' doing it for real' . So a
considerable number of strokes had to land
before I was finally allowed to stand up and
survey the damage! If I get punished in private
(which unfortunately does happen on occasion
- I'm afraid I'm not always a very well-
behaved girl) my favourite part is, of course,
at the end. The aftercare is very important to
me; being given a hug, forgiven, and taken
care of makes the ordeal of the actual spanking
more than worthwhile. So it's strange to finish
a spanking shoot because though the pain
taking pictures, trying to capture the moments shoots, even though spanking will obviously was real, the punishment was not. Andy was
of impact when Mr Fortescue's hand actually always be the theme. So experiencing my first looking a bit pale; the caning really had been
connected with my up-raised bottom. ever back-whipping for a Janus photo shoot rather hard, and I hadn't been superlatively
I knew this was a job, of course I did. was a privilege, in an agonizing and confusing brave about it. He looked as though he could
And I was perfectly aware that my role was kind of way! And it was certainly extremely have done with a hug, too!
to hold my position as well as possible, and painful. I could hardly hold position, and But there was still work to be done - I signed
take the spanking until Andy had got enough started to worry that pedestrians on the street a model release as proof that I'm over 18, and
pictures. But the pain is always such a shock! below would be able to hear my cries ... I could got changed into more appropriate clothes for
As the heat in my bottom turned to fire, and feel raised welts marking my back and I was my journey home. I said goodbye to everyone,
still the smacks descended, I just couldn't unusually relieved when Mr Fortescue started hoping to work with them all again and really
help wriggling frantically, trying to slow him targeting my bottom instead .... hoping that the pictures would turn out to be
down a little, or perhaps to throw his aim By the time we finished the sequence, the good, and popular with the readers of Janus.
off, in order to protect the sensitive area adrenaline and endorphins coursing round Then I stepped back into normal life - onto
which seemed to be suffering the worst of my body were making me feel light-headed the tu be train home. I didn't sit down - it
the spanking. It didn't work, of course. With and rather woozy! The lights were hot, Mr didn't seem wise! But half way home, on a
a good disciplinarian, I don't suppose it ever Fortescue had been exerting himself for some crowded train, I suddenly remembered Mr
would. He simply hooked one of his legs over time, and Andy had started talking longingly Fortescue, in a light hearted moment, whipping
both of mine, pinning me into position as the about the biscuits he' d brought for us all. So me with his tie (which didn't hurt at all, of
spanking intensified. I'd hoped to stay quiet we stopped for a break, and I made a pot of course) while Andy took pictures just for fun.
throughout, but as the pain built I'm afraid tea, while Andy shared his chocolate cookies I laughed out loud, to the surprise of people
I found myself whimpering, then yelping, around. One thing I love about working with around me, and felt lucky to have had such an
then actually screaming as I waited for the good professionals in the spanking industry enjoyable day at work, when so many people
punishment to end ... is that they know how to 'switch off' in would probably love to have been in exactly
Finally, to my huge relief, the director between scenes; it's strange to be having a cosy my position...
called a halt. I collapsed onto the floor for conversation with someone who only minutes
a moment; as always, for me, the feelings of before has spanked you almost to tears, but it's
relief and disappointment collided in my mind. much appreciated! I like having some creative
I had wanted it to stop, but now I wished he' d input, so I asked if I could choose my positions
carried on! I suppose that exact confusion for the next sequences. I 'enjoy' being punished
is why I find myself working as a spanking in positions that make it difficult to escape, so
model.. .. decided to try kneeling up on a wooden chest,
Hand spanking is often used at photo and placing my hands on the floor in front of it
shoots as a 'warm-up' because it's meant - so most of my weight would be on my hands
to make the harder implements a little less and I wouldn't be able to use them to protect
difficult to cope with. I've never actually my bottom. I think these kind of poses make
noticed it making much difference, but I the pictures more dramatic; they' re the kind I
guessed we'd be moving on to implements enjoy looking at most, so I wanted to create
next. However, there was no way I'd have some too!
anticipated what happened! I was directed However, the position did make me feel
to bend over the old-fashioned desk; Mr awfully vulnerable when I discovered that the
Fortescue removed his belt. I haven't cane would be used on me next. For dramatic
been punished with belts very often, but I impact, it's probably the best implement, of
remembered them as very sting-y and fairly course. It produces great, clear red marks,
light. I thought I'd cope ok. But when the first and it's so traditional and scary-looking. Alas,
stroke fell, not across my bottom, but across it's also the most painful! In private, I can be
my shoulder-blades, the shock and pain were persuaded into taking a caning if someone
briefly overwhelming. convinces me I deserve it, but a caning out of
One of the things I love about Janus is the context of punishment is so hard to face ...
that it's prepared to try new things for photo The first stroke seemed to burn like a cattle-
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The Amelia Effect. Emma's Homework Short skirt no knickers

I particularly li ke the interview w ith delightfu l posterior. (steady on!-Ed) I'm a naughty schoolgir l (35 going I had the good fo rtun e over the
A melia in Janus 165. T he shot on She says that she is interested more o n 16) My partn er is an equally C hr istmas perio d t o v isit th e Janu s
page 37 w ith A melia grasping a tawse in the gentler, more reasonab le sort disgracefu l head t eacher. I tho ught shop for the fi rst t ime, even th o ugh
near her thankfully exposed botto m of chap w ho is sorry he is having you might like t o see this week's I've been read ing it for a num ber
is very gripp ing. It seems that A melia t o punish her, but he's o nly doing it ho mework, t opic being - 'Sho uld of years. W hat st r uck me was how
can be a cow w hen she li kes, so for her own good and certainly isn't Harcourt School abolish corporal many more letters you used t o get
th e appli cat ion of cowhide t o her taking any pleasure from it , but is punishment? It got me more marks in the o lder co pies. I sup pose th e
delightfu l post erio r is appropriat e. going t o carry it o ut in a reasonable than you could imagine! intern et and the fact that C P has
It is nice t o imagine o neself as her but severe fashio n. Maybe th is is a v irtually d isappeared fro m everyday
chast iser. I would ensure the t awse remnant of a pu blic school ed ucat ion. There was a wild schoolgirl called Emma life apart fro m bet ween consenting
was very supple by applying sadd le We were t o ld that they were sorry Whose punishment posed a dilemma ad ult s, t akes it 's t o ll o n people
soap t o the leather. T hen, o n giving t o have t o punish us and that they Set lines or detain her having anything t o w rit e about. I
A melia her just desserts, th e leather drew no pleasure from it, but we Spank her or cane her have written t o you before but I felt
would flex t o wrap around th ose knew that in no way were they sorry What's the best way to tame Emma? that if I want oth er people t o writ e,
hemispheres t o cause th e utmost and they drew utmost pleasure I sho uld lead by exam ple.
discomfo rt. I like the black dress she from it ! O f the films that she talked At school all my friends think I'm dumb My w ife Sand ra is o n th e end
is wearing. I think the st r iking th ing is about in the interview it was not able 'Cos I let the Head smack my bum of my enjoyment of C P but I also
that A melia is not naked except for that th e film Secret ary was not I whimper and wail li ke t o add oth er elements t o
th e essential exposure of her botto m. mentioned. T his film was reviewed But the sting in my tail her pun ishm ents, as in the shoe
Maybe unconscio usly, A melia is by her by Janus and prompted me t o see Excites me so much I could come. shopping w ith a sho rt skirt and no
body language expressing her desire it. T here the secretary in quest io n kn ickers. She has confessed t o me
t o perform fellat io o n her chast iser. receives a th orough spanking and o ne As I suffer the 'sound spanking stunt' t hat altho ugh she hat es w hat I do
O f course, I can imagine that I had is able t o w itness the results w hen He fondles the folds of my cunt she find s it a real turn o n, and t o be
o ne t o o ne contact w ith A melia the miscreant goes t o th e lad ies It's moist to the touch ho nest she is becoming a lover not
and that after she has been suit ably room t o survey the damage. T hese And he likes it so much a hat er of her pun ishm ents. She has
chast ened, she would kneel o n the are just some tho ughts that I wanted He gasps a se/f-satisf1ed grunt. never invo ked her safe word, even
fl oor w ith her botto m exposed w hile t o share w ith you. w hen last summer I pun ished her in
I, by frottage, mastu rbat ed over her B.M I tell him that /'II tell the chair front of w itnesses. We had booked
And he'll be chucked out on his ear a lo ng weekend at a country hot el
He says, Spank me instead' and spa. O n th e satu rday I t ook
And I did as he said: her t o a nearby t own t o do some
'Ouch! Em, you know how to handle shopping and then she had a couple
a rear!' of treatments, but in the evening it
was payback t ime. W hen she got
So he spanks me and then I spank him o ut of her bath I dr ied her and put
As he spanks me, he plays with my quim her over my knee for a nice lo ng
And I tease his prick spanking, mil d it might have been
It's as long as it's thick but I co uld see it was having th e
Yes, he wonks me and then I wonk him. right effect w hen I added a few
fingers, two in her pussy and o ne in
So now both our bottoms are tanned her botto m, I could see she would
I've felt the force of his hand come in no t ime but we can't have
He's had his desserts- that! I kn ew fro m experience that
Now his bottom hurts if I kept her o n edge she is more
Still, we don't want CP to be banned! w illi ng t o go alo ng w ith my w ishes.
She d id not prot est w hen she saw
Emma th e o utfit I had laid o ut for her.
Ubi D isciplina lbi A mor It would have been daring for a
woman in her t wenties let alo ne
See me, Ed o ne in her fo rties. Black high heels,
black st ockings and suspender belt
w ith a dark grey see-through blouse was now looking very embarrassed.
and a pleated dark tartan kilt wh ich T he younger chap seemed happy
came to about mid th igh, a couple to get a closer look at Sandra's
of inches below her stocking tops. legs and the o lder woman seemed
You may have noticed the lack of a bit embarrassed herself but still
underwear, Sandra certainly d id. interested. T he younger woman
When she came down the open Sam, I later found out, seemed well
stairs into reception her 36c's were into what was happen ing. 'So does
moving ins ide her blouse for all she do exactly what you tell her?'
to see. Poor Sandra had a natural speaking as if Sandra wasn't there.
blusher, I cou ld see a couple of I nodded. She paused and looked
women giv ing d isapproving looks. at the others. 'I th ink you shou ld
We had d inner served by the most make her show us all what Frank
attentive of waiters as you can got to see' I looked at my w ife and
imagine. Sandra had qu ite a bit to although the thought thrilled me,
drink so as we went to the lounge my poor Sandra was squ irm ing and
for coffee, she nipped to the ladies. I half expected her to say 'Paris'
Wh il st she was in there two other wh ich is our safe word but she
women came in to do their make said 'Yes I th ink that's on ly fair' 'Do
up. T he younger sound ing one was as the young lady says' I said. She
obviously talking about Sandra. 'She got herself in posit ion on the easy
m ight as well be topless, far too o ld chair, her skirt was up around her
to wear that outfit'. T he o lder girl stocking tops and she opened her
giggled, T hat's not all, Frank just legs about a foot. T he glee on Sam's
told me that when she got up from face was someth ing else. Frank
the tab le she wasn't wearing any shook his head and said that they
kn ickers either!' 'No!, the dirty bitch!' were open w ider than that. I said
When we entered the lounge it was 'It seems that you have now gone
obvious that the two couples sat bashfu l and as you don't want to
together were talking about Sandra do as you are told you can unzip
judging by all the sm irks and nudges. your skirt and remove it completely'
Sandra told me what had been said. Even though we were the on ly ones
I to ld her she was very naughty to in the lounge, there was always a
leave the table so carelessly, by now chance that someone cou ld come
the drink was causing her to feel a in. Sandra gave me an evil look but
bit less embarrassed. 'I cou ld see reached beh ind her and und id the
him looking so I thought I'd give skirt and sli pped it down but as she
him a thrill' was her answer. I raised took it off her feet, Sam grabbed it
my eyebrows and she just pu ll ed w ith a look of pure triumph then
a face. As I went to the bar to get reached forward and pushed her
a scotch to go w ith my coffee, the knees w ide open. Sandra seemed
o lder guy, Frank, came and stood unable to resist. H ere she was in a
next to me. 'T hat's some outfi t hotel lounge in just shoes, stockings
your w ife is nearly wearing' he said and a see through blouse, legs w ide
w ith a grin on his face. I said 'I don't open w ith four strangers staring at
th ink the two lad ies at your table her. It was now Jud ith's turn, the
wou ld agree'. 'Oh, I don't know, o lder woman, to jo in in. 'As she
I th ink they adm ire her bottle for seems to li ke showing her breasts
wearing it if they're honest'. I don't off, why don't we get her to remove
know why, perhaps it was the drink her blouse as well ?' Sandra closed
or the situation getting to me but her eyes and swall owed hard and
I to ld him that she d idn't have any w ithout saying a word, off it came.
say in the matter as I'd instructed We cou ld have all been thrown out
her what to wear. H e gave me a of the hotel if someone had come
look and I j ust sm iled and went in but fortunately they didn't. Jud ith
back to my tab le. After and hour or made Sandra go and get her jacket
so we were the on ly peop le left in from the other tab le, th is she was
the lounge. Frank came over to our allowed to wear as we went to
tab le to introduce himself to Sandra. Frank's su ite. W ith them all watch ing
H e told her what I'd said at the I spanked her over my knee, th is
bar, before she cou ld say anyth ing, t ime a hard spanking foll owed by
it was my turn. I said that I had not a dozen w ith my belt. I had never
told her to flash the fact that she seen Sandra so turned on. Jud ith
wasn't wearing and kn ickers to him fin ished her off w ith a few well
and that she wou ld be pun ished placed smacks to her t its wh il e Sam
for it later. "God, I'd love to see used her fi ngers. I w ill fi nish there
that! 'he said and waved the others even though there is more to tell ...
over. Drink or no drink, Sandra R.L.
 READERS LETTERS
Tales of the Rod number of canes hanging on a hook The PE master, who was in his and face the w indow, pull my skirt up
My husband and I have read Janus on o n the wall at the front, and it was twenties and a six foot three ex rugby and tuck it into its waistband before
and off for more than twenty years only a matter of days before we all player who caned any deserving boys lowering my pants to my a nkles before
and we have to compliment you w itnessed a boy being hauled up to in front of everyone in the gym telling bending over to touch my toes. Having
on consistently producing the best front, told to bend across the teachers them to fi rst bend over and hold already been caned many times, I was
spanking magazine. We have also desk before getting six strokes of the the lowest of the wall bars before not particularly worried about the
talked for some time about writing to cane across his backside. This was an getting six hard strokes w ith only their pain, but at the age of seventeen, I was
you to tell you about our background event that we were going to have to gym shorts as protectio n. Any girls mortified to have to bare my bottom.
and experiences of corporal get used to, as sometimes barely a were sent o utside the gym to await Despite the Head being so imposing,
punishment, originally given very much day would go by w ithout someone punishment. After a few minutes he he was actua lly qu ite frail wh ich meant
as punishment many years ago. In in our class getting whacked. It is would anno unce to the rest of the the caning itself wasn't too bad, but it
fact it was story in Janus I62 entitled quite extraordinary to consider that class that he would be back in a 'few was very embarrassing.
'Painful Protest' whereby a PE master nowadays a teacher would be hauled minutes'. I was o nly sent out once My second, visit to see the Head
was called upon by the Headmaster to up before the courts for even to uching in my time at the school and I well was, however, a much more unpleasant
administer punishment to a deserving a pupil. The other interesting issue was remember waiting nervously before experience and happened a few days
schoolgirl that finally prompted me that nobody questioned whether or he came out of the gym w ith a cane after my e ighteenth birthday. This
to write, as in real life I had this exact not punishment sho uld be given by in his ha nd. I was sixteen at the time, took place in our final year when four
experience more of wh ich later. a teacher of the same sex boys and and he had a go at me for repeatedly us (all girls) were caught cheating in
We are both in our fifti es and girls were caned both by masters and mucking about and to ld me that I the mock exams. We all had tiny crib
have been together since we were mistresses alike. would soon regret my actio ns. He sheets, and we got away w ith it in
seventeen. We are the original We also got used to various picked up a chair and told me to bend two of the exams. However in a third
childhood sweethearts who met at differences between teachers approach over the back and reach down and exam we were spotted and all to ld to
school in South Africa and have to giv ing the cane, We used to call hold o nto the front legs. He fli cked up leave the room immed iately. We knew
been together ever since. I am the maths, hi I story and geography my gym skirt and told me to remain we were in for it when we were all
from South Africa whilst my husband masters the 'three whackers' because still during my caning adding that if I to ld to report to the Headmaster at
w ho is Scottish was living in South they always seemed to be together moved and my skirt fell back down he the end of lessons.
Africa as a result of his father being and were all particularly prolific in the would add a stroke. I then received six The school secretary was waiting
posted abroad. use of the cane. They were also very fearsome strokes w ith o nly my gym for us, and to ld us to stand in a line
Our schooling was during the similar in approach in that they always knickers as protection, which he took o utside the Head's study. After about
sixties, and it is amazing to consider caned in front of the whole class w ith about sixty seconds to deliver. I then fi ve minutes the Head came out a nd
the differences between then and now. the recipient facing away from the had to resume the gym period w ith to ld us we would be seen individually
We treated our teachers w ith great class e ither bending over the desk or my bottom o n fi re. in the alphabetical order of o ur
respect and knew the consequences to uching toes and although their canings I must have gone through a surnames. As my surname at the time
if we didn't behave as expected. At were sharp, they were not vicious. rebellio us stage around the age of was W ilkinson, it was apparent that I
my fi rst school both the strap and the By the end of the fi rst term, almost sixteen and seventeen because I would be last. The fi rst girl was then
cane were used, given across the palm everyone in our class had experienced suffered more frequent canings during summo ned and the remaining three
of your hand. Often two strokes across the cane at first hand from one of the this period. Around that period, I of us looked at each other nervously.
each hand. However at my senior three whackers, and I remember my was caned twice by the science After about two minutes we heard the
school the cane was given across your first time very clearly when the history mistress, who always punished any unmistakable sound of the cane hitting
bottom. I remember very clearly being master caned my bottom in front of the deserving pupils at the end of the its target, and during the next minute
taken to the school by my parents for class for some minor misdemeanour lesson after everyone had filed out or so every ten or fifteen seconds
an interview w ith the Headmaster. In six sharp strokes across my tight skirt of the classroom. She also believed in there was a further stroke until six had
my presence he told my parents about w ith me to uching my toes. Whilst it was only allowing one layer of cloth ing as been delivered. We then expected to
the schools rules and in particular very embarrassing, there was an odd protection, and on each occasion that see the fi rst girl emerge but instead all
about the punishment policy. To my feeling that I had got my fi rst beating I was unlucky enough to displease her we heard was the Head's raised voice.
horror he told them that there was o ut of the way. I had to step out of my school skirt To o ur complete horror, after about
only one type of punishment and Additionally I remember thinking before bending over o ne of the tables two minutes the caning resumed
that was the cane. He explained later that being caned across your in the front row for six hard strokes w ith a seventh stroke, fo llowed by an
that he did hot believe in any other bottom was not as painful as getting it that were extremely painful w ith again e ighth and so on until twelve strokes
punishments such as detention, and across your hands. The cane was not only my knickers offering some kind of had been given. I had never heard of
that every teacher had the authority just used for misdemeanours, as often protectio n. anyone getting more than six and it
to use the cane, adding that he was a pupils were punished for poor worlk On ly twice did I have to report to was even more horrifying when the
strong believer that this was the most sometimes a lesson would start w ith the Headmaster. Nobody talked much fi rst girl finally emerged clearly very
effective way of keeping order. My two or three being summoned to the about what happened if you had to upset She had been in the Heads
father asked if the girls were dealt w ith front for the cane for poor marlks in see the Head, a ltho ugh there were study for ten minutes, which meant
differently to the boys, to which he recent ho mewo rk. rumours that he made pupils take that I was in for a wait of a further
replied 'absolute ly not', adding that all Other teachers used the cane their pants down prior to being caned. twenty minutes whilst the second and
teachers had the authority to punish more infrequently and at various My fi rst visit to the Head was after third girls were dealt w ith .
any pupil they taught. levels of severity. The English mistress I had been caught out of bounds. I The wait was dreadful as they both
On the way home in the car, I was a lovely lady and if she even had to wait outside his study at the received what sounded li ke identical
remember my mother telling me that caned anyone, they cou ld expect to end of lessons before being shown in punishments and as I was forced to
I'd better be a good girl if I wanted to be dealt w ith very moderately. The to his study by the school secretary. listen, I was surprised that the cane
avoid having my bottom 'roasted'. same could not be said for the PE and The Headmaster was very imposing strokes sounded quite lo ud, louder
A couple of months later I started science teachers who were very much a nd he wanted to know why I had than I expected from our frail old
at my sen io r school and was to be to be avoided. Both used the cane gone outofbounds and to ld me that Headmaster. It also sounded as if the
there for five years until I was e ighteen. infrequently, but if you were unlucky he wou ld have to cane me. He then cane was being applied to their bare
Every classroom in the school had a enough to displease them, you could confirmed my worst fears when he bottoms, Like the fi rst girl, neither the
expect six very hard whacks. told me take two steps back, turn second or third girls said a word when
they came out and when it was finally This time I was to actually remove my impossible to stay quiet and the pain what he thought when the Head had
my tum I was a complete nervous lower clothes in front of the Head and was much greater w it h the longer asked him to deliver the cane to four
wreck But there was a further awful the PE Master who was only in his mid cane being applied to my bare bottom eighteen year old girls bare bottoms.
surprise as I entered the study to find twenties and less than ten years older than when the PE master had caned Later as I looked at the state of my
the PE master holding a cane that than me. There was no alternativ e but through my gym knickers. bottom in the privacy of my bedroom.
looked longer than normal. to get on w it h it and I removed my After the sixth stroke I was told to I was horrified and I was to keep the
The Head explained that he had skirt and w ith dreadful embarrassment stand and face the Headmaster. I tried marks for nearly two weeks.
damaged his wrist in an accident pushed my kn ickers down and stepped to cover my pubic region, but was told You can understand why reading
and that the PE master had 'kindly' out of them and stood before them to stand to attention whilst he lectured 'Painful Protest' prompted me to tell
offered to administer pun ishment. In a w it h my hands covering my pubic me saying that he hoped that I would my story!
bli nding flash the louder than expected hair. They then told me, strangely to remember this caning for a long time Overall, I th ink it is fair to say that
cane strokes a ll made sense and the remove my socks and shoes, which and that I was never, ever to cheat most pupils received punishment four
true horror of it all was immed iately meant that I was now completely again be it in my remaining time at the or five times a year, and I was probably
apparent Not only was I going to get naked from the waist down. school or indeed in my adult life. All I average which meant that in five years
twice the normal number of stokes, I Previously I was told to touch could think about was the pain and the I receiv ed the cane more than twenty
was going to get them from the much my toes, but this time I was to bend prospect of six more strokes and the times. I have told you about six of
feared PE master and almost certainly over a heavy stool in the middle awfulness of standing naked below the my canings in this letter, which were
on my bare bottom. of his study. As I complied w ith the waist before these two men. certainly the most memorable. After
The Headmaster then told me instruct ion, I was told to reach down After the two minutes was up, I my second caning in the Heads study, I
exactly what he thought about cheats the far side and hold onto the two was told to resume my position over only suffered two more canings, which
and that he had decided to give each stool legs. Despite all my previous the stool for my second caning. By this were mild in comparison.
of us the most severe punishment canings, nothing compared to this w ith stage I just wanted to get through the I am sure my story w ill seem
available, which was two separate my bare bottom presented to the two next two minutes and the second six incredible, but at this particular school
canings w ith a two minute interval men. I also recalled my one previous strokes from the PE master. Predictably discipli ne was very strictly enforced
during which he wou ld have a further caning from the PE master, which had they were awful and I concentrated and everyone took the frequent
discussion about cheating. been pretty awful. on holding onto the stool legs for grim canings as normal. Additionally, the
He then told me that having T he Head told the PE master death. Having, like all other pupils at the fact that male teachers caned pupils
been caned before in his study and I to proceed w ith the first six strokes, school being caned so many t imes, I of both sexes was also taken as
would know what to expect and that adding that he shou ld take his t ime as thought I could handle it, but this caning normal, and th is was on ly about forty
I was to remove all my clothing below before w ith the previous three girls was way beyond anything I could have years ago.
the waist This just couldn't get any and make each stroke count. imagined and I was in tears by the end. Like me, my husband also suffered
worse, as previously at least I had been My worst fears came true as I After the final stroke the Head told many canings, but he managed to
able to simply tum away from him, lift suffered six very hard strokes over a me to stand and thank the PE master. I avoid the Headmaster.
my skirt and push my knickers down. period of about two minutes. It was later thought about his role and exactly Andrea

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READERS LETTERS
A Classic Canee brown background, making obscure
I am writing to say how much I what should be sharp and clear.
enjoyed Janus 161, an excellent start Many of your faithfu l readers are
t o your new look. now decidedly elderly w ith vision no
Wh ilst enjoying the photo fantasies longer 20/20. Clarity is important to
a nd stories, I felt the highlight was us which makes us also dislike white
the letter 'A Classic Can ing'. This letterpress o n a dark background.
detailed account of the young lady's Simple black print on wh ite paper
init iation into a nd progress in the has been good enough for most
receipt of corporal punishment was printing since Gutenberg. (Point
enthralling. Whilst it was unfortunate taken! Ed.) While I'm grousing, let
for Sue that neither of her husbands me agree with those who fee l that
were interested in her discipline, medical inspection letters are out
it was good to read that she has of place in Janus. True, CP almost
become reacquainted with her always involves humiliation. If I put a
former 'master'. It is clear to me woman across my knee and spank
that she should see him on a regular her it is not simply a matter of
basis, at least monthly, and receive inflicting physical pain. An important
at least a hard caning. I say at least, part of t he experience t hat I enjoy
because now being a mature woman, and she endures, is the shame of
she should be able to receive having her clot hing disarranged and
severer punishment more often her bottom bared, of being held
tha n she did as a young woman. forcibly in an undignifi ed positio n, of
Sue is clearly a natural subm issive being t reated in a manner formerly
wh o sho uld be e ncouraged t o offer o nly applicable t o na ughty school
herself for discipline o n a frequent children, of having her protests
basis and thus fu lfil her needs. If her and entreaties ignored until she is
master is unavailable or unwilling to reduced to helpless tears. For most
accommodate her in this manner, I of us, I think it 's the combination of
am sure that many of your readers inflicting moderate physical pain w ith
would be willing to step in. I am sure temporary humiliation which we find
that Sue would benefit form frequent erotic. Humiliation in other forms
caning that would leave her lovely may well not be so. I suppose I could
rear permanently marked. This would humiliate a woman by shaving off
result in her being physically and her hair and painting her face blue
mentally aware of her need. I think but I have not t he slightest desire
she will find true fulfilment in a life of to do so. So let's stick to corporal
contented servitude to a strict master to be t ransported to a more private punishment in Janus please. One of
Imagine t he photographs taken from
who would consider it his duty t o location for her punishment. Once your readers gripes about 'fant asy'
the front w ith the camera focused
a pply the cane with the necessary humbled and more importantly, letters. I do n't mind as long as they
o n the vagina as opposed to the rear.
seve rity a nd freque ncy. stripped ba re, it is also a n appropriate are well done. Sometimes the crude
Heavy undera rm smacks and paddle
F.M. Glos. posit io n t o conclude a punishme nt wish fu lfilment is so obvious that one
strokes fire the botto m forwards
with smacks being applied all the can o nly groan, "Oh come o n, really!'
and upwards, causing a crabbing of
way upstairs to her bedroom. But I rather enjoy the letter which
the legs and arching of t he back
Stand and deliver Pictures depicting a shou lder slung leaves me asking, 'Is this genuine or
When photographed from the front,
In Janus 162 there was a very bottom travelling upstairs would look has t he writ er a gift for convincing
the vagina is beautifully thrust at the
interesting letter entitled 'The Roots fantastic in Janus. It would make a fiction. Some letters of that type
camera lens on each impact and the
of Spanking' For me there was bizarrely original front cover. Inside linger in my memory for years. I so
buttock outline is visible through the
something very real about this letter several photographs would record want them to be true that I try not
parted legs. Now the bottom is ready
and I suspect it contained much the painful journey in it's entirety, to be too sceptical. I must confess
for over the knee action. I think by
truth. I endured similar experiences with every buttock flattening and to contributing the odd imaginative
adopt ing t he standing and over the
and it has since occurred to me t hat wobbling shock wave captured letter myself, though I've never
shoulder posit ions and the idea that
some of the spanking I endured as for our marvel in the usual Janus been the 'eldest of four sisters!' And
spanking can be mobi le (starting in
a child were not as unusual as I had excellence. But that's not all, what to judge from t he response from
one room and finish ing in another)
previously thought. I can't understand about simply standing up straight as readers I th ink I've got away with it
will help guarantee Janus future Real life experiences tend to be less
why I've never seen all the styles of opposed to bending over? I believe success.
spanking my childhood superiors fro m my own experie nces that in satisfying than fantasy. I occasio nally
R.F. li ke t o take pun ishment rather than
drea med up in Janus. Pa rticularly the heat of th e mo me nt a n upright
some of the spa nking posit io ns I posit ion was used more t han t he give it, a nd recently I went to a
braved, for instance, what about classic over the knee or touch your massage parlour where I hadn't been
Order ofThe Burning before. I explained my needs and paid
over the shoulder spankings? Slinging toes posit ions. Simply hoisting a girl Bottom
a lady over your shoulder whilst at her feet by gripping her arm and my money and was directed into a
It is regrettable t han when a long
spanking her pert bottom is a very elbow while smacking her buttocks is bedroom, where I was soon joined
read, much admired magazine
authentic punishment. Th is might probably the most common position by an attractiv e young blonde in black
turns gimmicky. I'm referring to
even be the oldest spanking position in history. I Janus I would like to see underwear with a cane in her hand.
the photographs on your readers
with primeval roots. It is an ideal many of the over the knee spankings This looked promising, but although
letters pages in Janus 161, which
method for the caught red handed initiated as stand up spankings. she claimed to be experienced, the
have been printed on a depressing
girl had absolutely no corrective
charisma. I had to d irect her step before going back over the tree shapely bottom have just endured this sexy girl is known in England but
by step, when I suggested that she for a long thorough wh ipping. I did are on ly a foretaste of what she can in a recent interview she said 'I am a
reprimand me as she chastised me think of birching Sharon Osborne in expect when she gets home. Now very bad girl!'
she said 'Oh, I feel embarrassed front of the X Factor contestants, that would be someth ing worth F.M. Italy.
doing that!' I thought, here am I, face but it would be more fun to thrash watch ing! Next H RH Princess
down on a bed, stark naked, having the contestants themselves, the girls Beatrice has just celebrated her
my arse caned by a total stranger at any rate. There are thousands of eighteenth birthday and one would I dream of Amelia
and YOU feel embarrassed! As some attractive young women who are love to give her a good ..... Amelia is w ithout doubt the most
consolation, I asked her afterwards if clearly prepared to accept public H.L. tantalisingly beautiful model ever to
she'd go across my knee and rather humiliation for the sake of a five grace the pages of Janus and when
to my surprise she agreed. It was only minute appearance on TV. So, ru le Sorry HL, I really think you should stop you think of some of the wonderful
a token spanking but I rather enjoyed out the physically handicapped, the there! Ed. girls you have had over the years, that
the eight or nine slaps she let me land pregnant, the grossly obese and the is high praise indeed! You can just tell
on her plum p bare bottom before mad grann ies. Announce that all from her wonderfu l facial expression
she jumped up. Like other readers I other female entrants must show 0882 and body language that she enjoys
welcome the return of the OBB. So, marks of recent punishment and I'm an o ld Janus reader and I write what she is doing. Her interview in
lets start w ith Billie Piper. Across my explain how and by whom they were from Italy. From time to time I read 165 makes for fascinating read ing. You
knee first, skirt up and pants down punished. Then they may sing, the in the Janus letters some OBB simply must get her back again for
for a long thorough spanking. Then girls who ach ieve a yes vote are, for suggestions of famous girl s to be round two w ith that chap Fortesque!.
over the trestle, secured at wrist and the moment , safe. Those rejected thrashed. We, me too have a girl, Ever since I first saw her in Janus I
ankle, to take a treble six, six w ith are escorted into an adjoining room very famous here in Italy, a little tart have been smitten. That face, you
the tawse, then the riding switch to meet a team of experienced deserving stem punishments. Her can tell she has breeding. H er skin
and finally the cane. Next Penny disciplinarians. Then Miss Not -quite- name is Elisabetta Canalis. she is very looks as soft as a peach and her eyes
Lancaster, a fine sturdy wench w ith good -enough must take down her sexy pouting, very provocative, very radiate warmth. She almost looks to
a physique to undergo an exemplary knickers and bend over to pay the naughty. An impudent bad girl. A wholesome and lovely to beat, but
good hiding. I start by making Penny penalty of failu re. Six strokes of tattoo on her right arm says' Pain is of course if I ever got the chance
strip naked and go face down over the tawse or cane for the girls ages Love' Ah! A tawse across that arse I'm pretty sure I would, fat chance
the pun ishment bench. Then, using a 16-1 9. Nine strokes for those aged while she is running on the spot though. I can dream though can't I?
martinet w ith nine slim leather lashes. 19-2 1 and then over 2 1's get twelve barefoot, very fantastic! I don't know if C.Y. London.
I methodically whip her from shoulder of the best. This prospect might deter
to ankle, avoiding the sensitive kidney the more bashfu l or less self assured
areas. After this has been repeated but I bet the crowds would still turn
several times our lovely lady is up. Just imagine the scenes in the
feeling and expressing considerable waiting area! In one comer a tearful
discomfort. Having exchanged the young woman displaying her freshly
martinet for a riding switch, I deal caned bottom to w ide eyed friends.
w ith specific areas in turn. First Another group of girls is clustered
Penny's calves receive six strokes. round the door of the pun ishment
Nine strokes across her magnificent room, listen ing in horrified fascination
thighs and finally twelve on her upper to the sound of leather upon tender
back. For her buxom buttocks I have bottom flesh, the ominous swish of
other plans. First a tenderising w ith a a briskly w ielded cane, and the shrill
perforated wooden paddle until dear yelp which follows every whack.
Penny feels she is sitting on a red hot Some girl s have left it to the last
stove, fallowed by eighteen strokes minute to acquire the bottom marks
of the birch. A ll this is watched by wh ich they must show. Here's a
Liz Hurley, who knows she is due for slim, angel faced blonde of eighteen
exactly the same treatment. Another squ irming across her mother's lap,
good choice wou ld be Kate Humble, who, w ith a good deal of inward
the fresh faced, curly haired naturalist satisfaction, slippers the ambitious
who loves to wander through the teenager's neat little rump until it
woods in pursuit of w ildlife. glows a scorching scarlet. Nearby,
Kate looks like such a good girl three dark skinned beauties, hopeful
that I can't imagine her deserving members of a girl band, are touching
a good hiding-which would make their toes side by side, and their
it all the more fun to tan her arse! squeals, as an o lder woman's cane
Lead her into the forest and find a bites into each naked bottom in
conveniently fallen tree for her to go turn are far from musical. The door
over. Despite her blushing protests, of the punishment room opens and
Kate must drop her trousers and a long legged brunette comes out,
kn ickers and assume the position, as blubbering w ith disappointment and
our yank friends would say. A dozen shame and the fiery sting of a well
w ith the Lochgelly tawse across her strapped backside. She knows that all
squ irming buttocks would make her friends have been watch ing, and
a good start, then Kate would be remembers it al l to clearly what her
all owed to rise, but on ly to seek out authoritarian husband has promised
an assortment of flexible switches her if she 'makes an exhibition of
from the surrounding undergrowth herself The dozen tawse strokes her
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The Erotic Art of
Lynn Paula Russell
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myself like a mare before my uncle'. And for in red satin; each one has a rope in her
the next fortnight you will only pee twice hand. Wanda stands before me as mistress,
every twenty-four hours.And now come commanding, my arms are bound behind
and kiss the rod and say, 'thank you, my my back, so I can scarcely move.
dear uncle, for the flogging you have given "Give me the whip" commands Wanda ...
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"I'm not going away and that's that. It's a horrible school. It's all rules and uniforms and
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SPANK!
"Spanking? What's it all about? Don't ask
me, I've only seen it from the business
side, as a photographer, but I do know it
makes people very horny;' observes Eric
Wilkins, whose 1970s photographs of
spanking couples graced the pages of the
softcore CP magazine Swish. So when the
'official' shoot was over, Eric kept his finger
on the shutter button and recorded what
models did after the spanking session:
this was unscripted, often spontaneously The Janus Anthology
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unprintable. Now SPANK! tells the
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A graphically pictorial history of the
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A Determined
Woman A Guide to the
Successful authoress Mirabelle Dance has a
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Correction of
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of instruments of Punishment, an ever- Written in 1924 by Jacqueline Ophir, it is
expanding collection of submissives, both an extremely comprehensive 'Flagellation
male and female, and a busy, fulfilling career. Cookbook' detailing the philosophy,
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More Confessions &
Experiences vol 2
In this the second volume of Edith Cadivec's
autobiography, she tells of how she set up language
school in Vienna, of her disciplinary methods for
both the pupils and her own daughter, and of the
unwanted male 'hangers on' whose only interest was
to witness the flagellation of children.

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The Lost Breeches

When Pepin leaves home to seek his fortune
things go badly wrong almost immediately.Within
a few hours he has received the spanking of
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Birch in the Boudoir

Birch in the Boudoir is a series of letters between
two separated lovers written in the early part of the The Education of
twentieth century. Charles inherits a large sum of
money, but as a condition of the will he must work six
Catherine Peterson
Gorgeous redhead Catherine Peterson's
months in gainful employment or lose his inheritance. career looks like being thwarted by her
The employment is to act as an assistant at a girls' husband's stubborn reluctance to let her
reformatory where the inmates are regularly used and work at the Research Centre. And when
abused and are made to endure an extremely strict this naive, yet headstrong young wife won't
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