Memories of Westminster Lodge: and other schoolgirl spanking tales

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Maybe people had thought she was getting the cane; maybe they didn’t know she’d had the strap and liked it, and then … Then his hard thing all the way inside her. thanks for the reply ,i tried to watch the clip again after your message, but the more i looked the more it became obvious it was a fake, and in my opinion a poor one. Now you can go to the toilet and sort yourself out and know that I will be monitoring your progress.

She realised she had made it sound like a question rather than a statement, and again, Janet stuttered trying to withdraw the answer but failed. Clasping hold of the far end of the table even tighter was just an automatic reaction, as was yelping. Janet wasn’t surprised that she was being so obedient, even though Mrs Summers could only have been a few years older than herself. The next moment, Janet realised that the rubbing of the cane had stopped and the moment after that she heard the swish followed by the thwack and felt the immediate pain cascading across her bottom. So, get ready to suffer more pain than I suspect you have ever suffered to date, and certainly not in a school environment.Janet always had trouble dealing with authoritative women, and none she knew were as authoritative as Mrs Summers.

However, Janet also realised that she was up for this, and asked, “Shall I take my knickers off, headmistress? Janet watched as Mrs Summers pulled her arm back and whipped the cane downwards, landing it with a loud thwack on Becky’s bare bottom, watched it bite into her bottom cheeks, and then watched as her bottom wobbled around as she heard a loud yelp. Janet watched as Becky pushed herself up, and stood up, and when she turned round saw that tears were dribbling down her face and she was sobbing. With that, she also reminded herself that she had never been caned when at school but had so often wondered what it might have felt like. She gets the full range of punishments from the over the knee spanking on her knickers, and on the bare and right through to the strap and paddle and then over the punishment block for a thorough and prolonged caning.Moments later, Janet felt Mrs Summers' palm rubbing her bottom in circles, and she even found that exciting, although suspected that was mainly because she had never been spanked before. Straight after that, she stuttered, “I mean, erm, not that, but erm, of course, I didn’t mean, erm,” and then her voice trailed off. She gasped, more at the shock than the pain, but when the spanks continued to land, she did tense her arms and legs to force herself to stay in position, and, as the spanking progressed, she very quickly understood why friends of hers who had been spanked told her they quickly dissolved into tears. She knew it was such a difficult thing for her to do, just lying there of her own free will and taking the pain, but if she did stay there, clinging onto the far end of the table, her fantasy would then be reality. Having thought that, she knew that she masturbated so often picturing herself being caned, so maybe she would still be excited afterwards, she hoped.

Only then did she go into the bathroom, looked at her bottom in the mirror, and smiled, knowing how much she wanted to experience that same punishment, or, she thought, maybe even those eighteen strokes of the cane next time. What Janet also told herself was that the term, be careful what you wish for, was correct, but she had now got what she had wished for for so long, and it had been far better and more exciting, and more erotic, than she had imagined it would be. Janet knew the answer was, ‘Yes,’ but that she mustn’t say that and fought hard to withdraw every statement she had just made.

It seemed that Mrs Summers was happy with the spanking she had given because Janet heard her instruct, “Okay, Janet, get up, and go and bend over the caning table. That’s what naughty schoolgirls had to accept from the headmistress, and she was definitely a naughty schoolgirl right then. The headmistress, Mrs Summers, explained to Janet, “Miss Thompson, my secretary, normally witnesses the punishments as I am expected to have a witness these days. She arrives in the evening, I meet and greet her, then take her to meet Head of Discipline, Miss Kenworthy. However, as much as she was worried about the pain, she knew it was still the experience that she wanted and forced herself up from Mrs Summers' lap, looked towards the now blurred caning table, and walked over to it.

As she walked to the desk, she still had one hand on her bottom as though it had been her that was caned. Janet wasn’t sure she could handle a conversation like this, but, again, she was the headmistress, and so she replied, “No, headmistress, I wasn’t. Mrs Summers put a tick in the box that showed that she had carried out the punishment, and then looked up at Janet, and said, “You took that punishment really well.Mrs Summers instructed, “Please do, Janet, and hold your dress up above your waist and go and stand by that high-backed chair. Mrs Summers then said, “Okay, Janet, then I will maintain a punishment log under your name as a record. Janet immediately replied, “Yes, please, headmistress,” saying it even before she had thought about it, but that told her it was the right answer for her. The first was that she did need to go to the toilet and would give herself a fabulous orgasm, and she was sure several more tonight. She now realised that Mrs Summers was leading her on, but then wondered how many other adults would have had that discussion had they known this was where it would end.