I was placed with a foster mother when i was about five, It was ok for a couple of years but then the spanking started. It was gentle at first & she would rub baby oil over my bottom afterwards,It gradually increased & without any proper reason, My foster father just stood & watched apart from when I struggled & he would come & hold me down. She started doing it over my underpants but used to smack downwards so they were pushed down & then they were always down. She only used her hand & always rubbed oil all over my bum to soothe it. By the time I reached 10 I was enjoying it – but kept that to myself. My father had one session & I had a very sore bum for days. Still I enjoy it now so some good came from it.

Happy days, eh?

Max

Mistress Spankarella

Max

The diameter of the cane is important, in which the thicker the rod the more thud like it shall feel to the miscreant’s bottom.  As the diameter narrows or thins, then the sting effect is increased as well as the risk of breaking the cane because of the thin diameter.

The length of the cane is equally important.  The European standard for canes is as follows.   The standard also known as “Nursery” English cane, sometimes know as the “Governess” cane, is 21 inches by three-sixteenth of an inch.  The Junior or also known as the “Office” English cane is 30 to 32 inches by one-forth inch.  The Senior English cane, is 33 inches by five-sixteenth of an inch and the English Disciplinary cane is 36 inches by six-sixteenth of an inch.  The Singapore Punishment cane is six feet long and one-half to three-fourths of an inch in diameter.

Governess Thrashing Girl

Wendy told Jennifer to “get lost” and to “keep your big mouth shut”, and then as she was about to leave the room, Jennifer picked up a glass trophy from the windowsill and flung it hard at the floor. The trophy shattered, fragments splattering in all directions. The other girls laughed and jeered at Jennifer’s childish behavior but Wendy suddenly let out a cry as blood ran down inside her school sock. For a moment there was silence, then the injured girl gave a yell and tried to throw herself at Jennifer threatening to slap her.

During the uproar and noise, the door of the changing room opened, and the Mrs. Primly, the senior mistress, came in to enquire what all the yelling was about. Wendy told her angrily, tears of shock and temper still trickling down her face. Mrs. Primly looked at Wendy’s leg. A piece of glass had unfortunately given it a cut. Though not deep it wouldn’t stop bleeding, so she was sent off to the school medical room. The senior mistress told the other girls not to touch the glass fragments and sent one of them to fetch the caretaker to clear the mess up. Jennifer was taken to Mrs. Primly’s office to explain her actions.

As the door of the senior mistress’s office closed behind her Jennifer had never felt more alone. Of all the teachers in the school Mrs. Primly was the very worst one to have caught her. Only the headmaster and the senior mistress were allowed to use corporal punishment and Mr. Davies hardly ever punished girls. Jennifer had never been sent to Mrs. Primly, but several of her friends had and they all agreed that she had a heavy hand with a slipper.

Standing with her hands clasped behind her back in front of the senior mistress’s large desk Jennifer explained what had taken place. The senior mistress seemed quite sympathetic saying that she believed that it had been an accident, and Jennifer gave a small sigh of relief at having got away with it. She really did feel sorry for Wendy because she really hadn’t meant to hurt her – it was just temper that had caused the accident, and Jennifer felt a little ashamed of herself.

The senior mistress stood up from behind her desk, and coming round to where Jennifer stood she tilted the girl’s chin up so that she looked at her fully in the eyes. Then in a cold tone of voice she said “Although the injury was an accident, young lady, its cause wasn’t, and any pupil in this school who acts in a violent manner which causes injury must expect an appropriate punishment, especially if, as in your case school property is wantonly destroyed.”

Still with an icy look the senior mistress snapped “You are banned from taking part in form or school netball matches for the rest of the term, and you will write out ‘I must not lose my temper’ one hundred times. You will hand the lines in before school tomorrow. And finally, to impress upon you the seriousness of this matter I am going to give you six strokes with the cane across your bottom . . . you can either accept it now or go home and tell your mother what is going to happen tomorrow morning when you come to school, if you want her to know . . .the decision is yours.”

For a moment it didn’t quiet sink in, then suddenly Jennifer felt her stomach turn over when the full force of what had just been said to her registered. It was all so silly. She had never meant to hurt Wendy and was truly sorry that she had done so, but the manner in which the senior mistress spoke – talking about violence – was foreign to Jennifer, because she had never been that sort of girl, and to get a caning for something that she hadn’t meant to do seemed very unfair to the trembling youngster. Besides, surely the cane was only for boys or for those girls who really deserved it – the continual troublemakers or the school bullies, but certainly not for girls like herself. A few of her friends had had the slipper from Mrs. Primly but none had ever been caned. Only two or three of the really naughtiest girls in her class had been, but she knew from their comments afterwards that it hurt a lot more than the slipper. It was all so unfair. As these thoughts ran through the girl’s mind suddenly she was brought back to reality as the senior mistress snapped, “Well, Jennifer, have you made up your mind? I haven’t got all day to waste on you.”

Poor Jennifer had hardly ever had a smack in her entire young life, and she was very frightened at the thought of being caned. What could she tell her mother – she would never get over it. The thought of telling her that she was going to be caned for cutting another girl’s leg open with glass was shattering to Jennifer, as well as embarrassing, and she knew that she couldn’t do it.

Jennifer hesitated, looking down at the floor, then with a trembling lip she said “Please don’t tell my mum, ma’am, she’ll be very angry with me for what I did.” The senior mistress sighed, then in a more gentle tone of voice she said, “You’re a silly girl Jennifer, you could be a very nice girl but you do tend to be precocious which can be very irritating at times. It is in your favour that you appear to regret hurting your classmate. However, that’s beside the point and I must punish you.”

Pointing to the door that led off her study the senior mistress said “Go and wait inside there, I’ll deal with you right away.” Jennifer walked through the door that had been indicated to her. It was a small, comfortable room and looked all the brighter for the sunshine that beamed into it. Outside the window there was a walled, private garden that was backed by fields, which bordered on to a small wood, a view that girls didn’t see unless they were out of favour with the senior mistress.

As the young offender went into the anteroom that adjoined her study, the senior mistress went across the room and unlocked a cupboard. Hanging on a rail inside the cupboard by their curved handles were several school punishment canes of various thicknesses, while on the upper shelf lay three large leather slippers, which had all soundly beaten the small bottoms of many naughty girls. Mrs. Primly selected the thinnest cane, bent it reflectively and then replaced it. She took her time in deciding which rod to use. The deputy headmistress only used the cane rarely, but when she did cane she caned to hurt. At last she decided upon the senior schoolgirl cane.

Taking the cane from its rail in the cupboard, the senior mistress bent it so that it sprang back fiercely, after which she swished it through the air a few times so that it cut the air with a loud hissing sound. This one would do very well. The senior mistress waited. She wanted the girl to suffer mentally as well as physically, so a few more minutes of waiting wouldn’t do any harm. Mrs. Primly felt that Jennifer Sutcliffe richly deserved a caning. Quite apart from this latest escapade she had for a long time felt that the girl was rather vain and stuck up. Well this certainly would bring her down a peg or two!

Jennifer looked up as the door of the anteroom opened. As she saw the senior mistress apply the latch to the door, for the first time the unhappy girl’s fear almost got the better of her as she looked at the supple cane in the hand of the senior mistress who was about to beat her with it. The senior mistress walked over to the window and drew the venetian blinds almost together so that the room was in semi-darkness, although at the same time it prevented “seeing eyes” looking into the room if a gardener was around. Then pulling a chair into the middle of the room the senior mistress tapped Jennifer lightly on her elbow with the end of the cane and snapped “All right girl, let’s get it over with . . .take your blazer off . . .. Lift up your skirt and bend right over the top of the chair with your hands resting on the seat.”

The pretty schoolgirl had never felt so scared. Tears of frustration stung the back of her eyes – she swallowed, then said impulsively “Please ma’am, don’t cane me”. The senior mistress was used to girls’ pleading when they were in trouble and now that at long last she had the opportunity she certainly wasn’t going to allow this one to get “off the hook”.

“Don’t waste time Jennifer. Do as I instructed”, the senior mistress snapped. Jennifer took off her school blazer and laid it on a table in the room. As she walked over to the chair over which she was to be caned, the senior mistress caught hold of her by the arm and said briskly “let’s have this up”..

Before the girl could move the senior mistress put her fingers under Jennifer’s green school skirt and carefully rolled it up. Jennifer stood quite still, trembling slightly. The senior mistress had taken over and she didn’t want to upset her further. Mrs. Primly was used to this exercise. When the skirt was fully rolled up she pinned it into position and glanced downwards. The girl’s smooth, soft thighs were on display above the grey school socks that came up to her knee-caps, her regulation blue cotton knickers clinging tightly against her girlishly curvaceous bottom. Putting her hand to the back of Jennifer’s neck the senior mistress said sternly “All right girl, bend over.” Jennifer did as she was told. As she leaned over the top of the chair her knickers rode up just that little bit more. The senior mistress looked down at the unfortunate girl whom she was about to chastise then, pushing the top of the chair more tightly into the wrongdoer’s tummy so that it brought the girl up on her toes, she took hold of the waistband of the girl’s cotton knickers and pulled them tightly. Jennifer remained quite still. The roundness of her quivering bottom cheeks could be clearly seen under their white cotton covering. “Keep your knees tightly together,” the senior mistress snapped, “I intend this to hurt a great deal.”

She moved away from the bending girl and after making several preparatory swishes of the cane through the air, which sent shivers of half fear and half expectancy through the waiting Jennifer, she tapped her lightly on the bottom several times with the rod. and then brought it down with a loud hiss and a thwack across the girl’s firm rounded bottom. Jennifer gave a small scream and jumped hard as the cane bit into her.

THWIP – again the cane rose and fell landing with accuracy across the now desperately wriggling teenage bottom that was being made to suffer.

THWACK – again the cane slashed through the air to land with even greater force across the now stinging, throbbing bottom of the girl bent over the top of the chair. As the third stroke of the punishment cane cut across her buttocks Jennifer’s lips began to tremble, hot tears forming at the back of her eyes as she tried bravely to hold them back… she mustn’t cry…and if the beating that she was now getting hurt like hell, well, she would try not to think of the pain and discomfort – she was a big girl now and… and… Suddenly Jennifer could endure the pain no longer. She gave a small strangled sob.

But Mrs. Primly had had a lot of experience of pupils who didn’t like their just deserts and who thought that a few tears would save them from a well merited punishment, and if this little minx was trying it on, then she would soon discover that the senior mistress was not a woman to be fooled so easily. In a glance the senior mistress took in the neat little bottom looking up at her and the thighs and legs that led down to Jennifer’s feet. The softly curved thighs, so smooth and firm were more suited to a woman rather than a girl. Mrs. Primly had no doubt that Jennifer richly deserved a caning and that it would have to be quite severe so as to convey the required message. She raised the cane high and brought it down to strike the bending girl with some force straight across the top of her thighs, below the meager protection of her blue knickers. Jennifer screeched and jumped up.

The naughty schoolgirl clutched her limbs hard with both hands, and her tears fell hard, amidst small gasps of “oh…..oh …..oh” . The senior mistress felt pleased with herself. She had long since discovered that not only did it badly hurt if a girl was struck in that manner, but the weal that would eventually show itself would often be visible under her skirt, especially during netball practice, as a reminder that she had been a naughty girl and had been caned for it.

“Back over that chair right away, girl,” ordered Mrs. Primly, harshly. “Unless you want extra strokes!” Still sobbing, Jennifer twisted round to face her chastiser, her hands still pressed to her outrageously stinging rear. Tears pouring from her eyes, she looked imploringly at the teacher, silently beseeching mercy. But none was forthcoming.

“I mean it, girl. You’ve got another two strokes to come. If you don’t get yourself back down again this minute, I’ll call Miss Thomsett in to hold you down and you’ll get four strokes and not two!”

For a moment Jennifer continued to face the teacher, then her nerve broke and she turned and slowly lowered herself over the chair. The Senior Mistress waited until she was back in position and then, placing one hand firmly on the small of the girl’s back, pulled her knickers up tight again. She noted approvingly the heat radiating from the naughty girl’s bottom and how she squirmed involuntarily as she adjusted her knickers.

She took her time over the last two strokes, which she intended to be the hardest of all. Somehow Jennifer managed to stay down, but her yells were audible over much of the school.

At last Jennifer had received her full punishment of “Six of the Best”, but she was careful not to get up right away.

From outside, the noise and bustle of the other pupils leaving their lessons to go and get their lunch could be heard. Tapping Jennifer lightly on her back with the end of the cane the senior mistress snapped, “All right, Jennifer, you can stand up now.”

The girl did as she had been told, rubbing her knuckles against her eyes to help offset the tears that were still flowing, while giving the occasional sniff of self-pity.

“Now go and stand and face the wall…. when you’ve stopped crying you can go and wash your face in the washroom before going in to lunch. I hope that that has taught you a lesson,” the senior mistress said sternly.

Jennifer had experienced her first beating with a stinger of a cane, and it had only taught her one thing, that it hurt like mad. She stumbled over to the wall, her skirt still pinned up. Slowly the girl’s tears stopped flowing, but oh, how her bottom smarted, and where Jennifer had rubbed her knuckles into her eyes, heavy black tear marks could be seen.

The senior mistress’s study was silent, then Mrs. Primly walked over and unpinned the girl’s skirt. She smoothed it down over Jennifer’s wealed bottom, causing the girl to gasp with pain.

“Right off you go, girl”, said the teacher. Jennifer left the room that she had entered such a short time before, and going to the washroom she rinsed her face under the cold water tap so that her eyes wouldn’t look so red when she went into classes after lunch. As for eating Jennifer just didn’t fancy anything, and was not yet ready to even try to sit down.

Later when she had to sit down at her school desk ready for lessons to commence, grins from some of the pupils who knew “Jennifer had had the cane” didn’t make her feel any happier. She lowered herself very carefully onto her seat, but it still took two attempts, provoking laughter from most of the boys in her class. Jennifer squirmed on the hard wooden seat in intense discomfort for the rest of the lesson. At long last the school day finished and Jennifer made for home, thinking of the lines she had yet to write and that she had to report back to Mrs. Primly next morning. As she closed the door of her house her mother called out from the kitchen ” Have you had a good day at school, darling?” “Not too bad” shouted back Jennifer. If mother only knew!

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Julie reports for a caning

But trouble was brewing. Julie had made a series of minor error’s culminating in her forgetting to post some vital business correspondence on her way home from work. A couple of days later Julie found herself carpeted in Mr Swish’s private office having to explain herself and convince him that it wouldn’t happen again. But Jonathan Swish was having none of it. As an old Eatonian he knew the value of traditional discipline in such circumstances and offered Julie the stark choice of a caning at the end of the working day (six of the best) or her P45. Julie was a little taken aback at this unconventional approach to discipline in the workplace, but made her mind up almost immediately to take the caning. She had put so much effort into securing her position at Whackit & Swish that she wasn’t going to throw it away lightly. Besides, how bad could it be? Gils got the cane all the time back in the olden days.

“I’ll take the caning, Sir” said Julie with some confidence. “Excellent, Miss Teasdale. I have great respect for those who don’t give up at the first hurdle. Report to me here at 5.45 PM after everyone has gone home. I’m sure you’d like to keep this matter private?” “Indeed, Sir” replied Julie.

Secretary Touching Her Toes For the Cane

It was 5:15 pm and as the appointed hour approached Julie began to have her doubts. She had been made to touch her toes slippered on the seat of her tight blue knickers by the deputy headmistress back in grammar school. But she had never been caned. And what if Mr. Swish ordered her to remove her knickers? Julie had heard that it was not uncommon for recalcitrant girls to be thrashed on their bare bottoms in days gone by, and Mr Swish was such a traditionalist. So it wasn’t just the whacking but the fact that she might have to bend over allowing him to see everything she’d got! But the time was now 5: 40 and she’d better not keep Mr. Swish waiting. It was to late to back out now. Julie got up and headed for stairs up to Mr. Swish’ private office…

To be continued.

Max

Trudi had not really seen much of her aunt Agnes while she was growing up in London. Agnes and her mother had never really gotten on together. So, when Trudi arrived at Aunt Agnes’s impressive house on the edge of the countryside her reception was decidedly frosty. …To be continued.

Spanked by Auntie Agnes