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Thursday, 8 December 2016

Imagination Instruction

The American abroad was single and free, free as a bird, able to do what she pleased when she pleased with whomever she pleased; until she met Him!

And even though she hadn't actually met him in the flesh yet she was assuredly as under his thumb as if she was kneeling before him kissing and tonguing the said thumb, the symbol of His male supremacy!

How she loved to now have to answer to her Sir! The mere typing of the word Sir gave her a frisson of excitement! And she was careful at all times to provide that important word of respect with a Capital S!

She had admitted to herself, and Him, that her American ass craved a firm male hand!

Now, this Friday morning, He was going to take her a further step into submission ....

She was to lay aside 30 minutes and go to her bedroom, a bedroom which better have had the bed made to perfection, the space around neat and tidy too!

She was to undress to her bra and panties and go stand in the corner, facing the wall .... her Time-Out Corner!

She was to fold her hands behind her back! And contemplate this past week, think about the disciplinary distress and delights of which He had spoken, pause too on the lure of His carrot-and-stick modus operandi!

Then she was to lower her right hand, keeping her left hand at her back, she was to lower her right hand and caress her as yet unspanked virgin white right buttock!

She was to imagine His hand doing the caressing and after a while smoothing down the fabric she was to slip her hand inside ...

Again she was to imagine it was his hand!

Then she was to return to smoothing the fabric of her female lingerie as she recalls the last time she orgasmed without His permission!

She is to whisper "I am a naughty girl!" and spank her own bottom! But of course imagine it is His hand!

She is to give herself a brisk six of the best! Repeating her True Confession each time!

Both hands again folded at her back she can take a wee break before repeating the exercise with her left hand!

Again she is to return both hands to her back, remain facing the wall ....

Sir will be along shortly to inspect her handiwork ...

Freudian Slip

She once made a freudian slip
When announcing she needed an 'overseas trip'
You see her hard of hearing hubbie
{Who knew she was a subbie}
Thought she said she needed 'an over knee trip'

"Indeed you do!" he exclaimed with intent 
As over his lap his wife he bent
This wasn't Paris, New York or Spain

But Oh My God, what glorious pain!

A stroll down Stephen's Green

Dublin can be heaven with coffee at eleven
And a stroll down Stephen's Green ...

Be it strolling Grafton Street and Stephen's Green or a ramble through fetlife he has an automatic check list for which his antenna are always on full alert?!

Faces! An attractive face, a cross-face, a sad face, a happy face, the various shapes of nose, design of lip, depth of eye, and all beneath or beside  myriad styles of hair, long, short, pony-tailed, cropped, all so alluring.

The female bottom in all its various shapely glories fascinates him, always has, always will! On Dublin streets these callipygian curves are wrapped in denim, tight pants, yoga pants too, sculpted skirts and clinging dresses, lovely! 

On fetlife the buttocks are more in your face, so to speak, scantily pantied or completely bare. Nice too, but takes away a little from the thrill of the chase!

Cleavage! Glorious glorious cleavage! From his long lost days as a small boy that little line peeping out of female blouse defining the delights within has enthralled him! A breast boy was born! And still lives!

Above those breasts his antenna home in on the female neck, another beauty spot, a beauty spot he loves to see decorated with jewellery ... 

Because in his minds eye that ornate necklace is not just a pretty bauble but a deep meaning 'Necklace of Submission, her collar! 

And in his minds eye too he pictures those females with bared necks having their 'Necklace of Submission' clipped upon them during an initiation ceremony which also involves a once free female having her bottom spanked!

Oh yes a stroll down Stephen's Green is now a very sexual experience!

Saturday, 3 December 2016

"Do as you are told young lady"

"Do as you are told young lady" were the words stern she heard
Words that prompted the 21 year-old to rush to her bed
"What did Sir say? On the middle of the bed two pillows piled high
Then over them the naughty girl will lie!"
"Yes, you've been naughty, didn't do what you were told
And Sir has a cure for girls who decide to be bold!
So lift up your nightie, then pull down your pants
Upon your bared bottom Sir's belt it will dance!"

Monday, 28 November 2016

English Echo

"One Miss, Thank-you Miss, Please may I have another well deserved spank Miss!"
The repeated mantra rang through the adjoining hotel bedrooms, the pained tones detected in the English accented catechism music to the ears of she wielding the cane.
Touching her toes and wearing naught but her expensive watch the English female had fallen under the Countess' commanding crusade of taking ownership of their relationship ...
She who would be Boss was now the one bent over, counting, thanking and asking nicely for the next bite of bamboo!
Deep down she had longed for just this scenario! Her bossiness and bitchiness was really a cry for a firm hand, and now she'd found it!
The foreign holiday had not turned out the way the way she had expected. But once her female travelling companion started being more assertive, telling her what to do and reprimanding her when she didn't do as she was told as quickly as she who must be obeyed liked the balance of power quickly flowed into Irish hands ...
And now here she was receiving six of the best for not having the bathrooms cleaned and tidied to the satisfaction of the Countess!

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Multiple Choice Question

She heard the four words spoken with menace and a frisson of fear and excitement ripped through her body, an instant moistness betraying the sexual vibes she felt at the intensity of his threat.

He had been a kind of Mr Nice Guy, promising spankings for an implied naughtiness she constantly denied, but there was no denying she was a mouthy teenager with attitude!

And now he was calling her on it!

She had agreed to meet him during school dinner time in the nearby West County Hotel, a quick meet in the little coffee shop followed by a trip up the stairs to his room ...

She had agreed to sample one of his spankings, had agreed too to wear her uniform skirt instead of her usual pants so as he and she would get the full fantasy effect of the naughty schoolgirl.

She was looking forward to it but another part of her felt this was way too tame she wanted more, much more ....

On the stairs up, part role-play, part testing his limits, she was cheeky and ageist, asking would she need to call ShannonDoc for him if he wasn't able for her!

"Cheeky brat!" he chided, smiling, but once inside the door his demeanour changed.

He took her by the hair of the head and steered her further into the room, bending her over as they went and landing two hard smacks on her arse, one on each cheek.

"Now then mouth almighty ... " he menaced, applyig two more spanks, "time you learned some manners!'

And with that he threw her unceremoniously over his knee as he sat on the edge of the bed, her face on the duvet, her legs scampering for leverage on the carpet.

The first two spanks had her eyes rolling in her head and as he had warned just that morning, they were stingers, real stingers, and as he had told her that morning too, the realisation there was much more of where those came from had the students eyes popping out of her head!

She had, as she had predicted she would, submitted at the first sign of his authority!

Only now this wasn't 'play', this was him punishing her for her mouthiness! And that realisation made an already moist queendom become a river of excitement!

He landed two scorching spanks on the backs of her exposed thighs, leaving a palm print on each that she would have a job explaining when she returned to St Finnoula's!

"Now then Miss Mouth Almighty, up you get and strip, I want to see you naked and standing with your hands on your head inside 60 seconds!" he ordered

She looked up at him with quizzical eyes, almost afraid to pout in case he would take it out on her already sore rear.

He did anyway!

Lifting her uniform skirt, her pantied bottom was the recipient of six quick roasters!

"When I tell a girl to do something she does so immediately, no questions" and with that he left down her skirt again and said "your time starts now' and threw her onto the floor.

As she picked herself up he studied the second hand of his watch occasionally and then whispered, "Ok, seeming you seem to have a problem with what way to go about this simple order let's give Miss Mouth Almighty some instruction ...

"Remove your jumper, fold it neatly and place it on the desk ... "

She did as she was told.

And so began her orchestrated strip, her blouse and skirt, also folded neatly, going with her jumper on the desk.

He paused a while as she stood in shoes, socks, panties and bra, bid her put her hands on her head, turn around, turn around again.

"Good girl!"

He stood up, moved close up in front of her and taking a scissors from his suit pocket, cut her panties off her.

He looked her in the eye and she tried to hold his gaze but failed to do so, she was a tremor with excitement.

He bid her take her hands from her head and reaching around opened the clasp of her bra, slipped it down her arms and let it join the severed panties on the ground.

"Hands on head!"

He lay down on the bed and watched her standing there naked apart from her school shoes and blue knee socks.

Her nipples were erect, a glistening downstairs proof of her fevered state ...

'Now then Mouth Almighty, whether this will be considered rape or a consensual coupling is up to you .... "

"Go grab your clothes and rush for the door .... "

"Or come over here and lie down beside me, say 'Sir, a naughty girl is ready to be pleasing ... "

"Call it a multiple choice question!"

The Punishment Kiss

Detention by its very nature is boring; students sitting at a desk after school writing out punishment lines or assigned essay with a nasty title such as 'Why teenagers must learn respect for their elders'.

Miss Vaughan though had added a frisson of excitement to the ritual ...

Each student in detention, be they boy or girl, had to toe the line in front of her desk and when Miss Vaughan stood before them and in her stern voice demanded 'Tongue' the uniformed student, boy or girl, had to present their tongue and leave it on display ...

The strict teacher might approach the tongue out student and repeat the order 'Tongue' ...

Now the teenager, boy or girl, had to proffer their tongue into Miss Vaughan's mouth where she would gorge a while on her gift of the Punishment Kiss!

This kiss was often accompanied by a caressing of student bottom!

It was an excited student who took a seat at his or her desk to commence lines or essay.

And it was a disappointed student who sat down if he or she didn't receive the second order of tongue!

The process was repeated on the way out, a Punishment Kiss by way of thanksgiving ahead of hearing their homework Punishment Assignment ...

"100 lines 'I shall be better prepared for Miss Vaughan's class in future', to be on my desk first thing in the morning"

Before a single line was written most of the detained students upon arrival home had pleasured themselves to the memory of their Punishment Kiss!

Friday, 11 November 2016

Que Sera, Sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, "what's a spankee?
Will I be one too, will it hurt much?"
Here's what she said to me

"Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be
Your future is over a man's knee, Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be"

When I grew up, and fell in love
I asked my Sir , "What lies ahead?
Will we have spankings, day after day?"
Here's what my disciplinarian said

"Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be
Your future is over my knee, Que Sera, Sera

What will be, will be

The Chosen One

She stood in her Naughty Corner, waiting ...

Waiting for Sir to decide ...

The other three corners of the Punishment Room was also occupied by a female clad in just her bra and panties, hands on head, nose to the wall.

One of them would be summonsed to Sir's Study for Correction and (rumour had it) then to Sir's Bedroom for Cuddling!

Oh how she longed to to be the Chosen One!

Obsessing on the bus ...

She was lucky to get a seat on the bus into town but you couldn't say she was sitting comfortably!

Sir's early morning missals, despite the fact that she has pleasured herself twice the night before, left her aroused again, aroused an without time to tend to the fires below!

Her head too was ablaze, ablaze with thoughts of spanking, of orgasm! She had just boarded the bus, taken one of the bucket seats when a man got on and stood close by, holding on to the rail. All Deirdre could see was the black leather belt that held up his jeans! Even though she had felt the belt was a step too far, she now wondered what the belt, doubled over, would feel like on her arse!

She shook her head, no, determined to change the subject spinning round in her head but that inner voice was having none of her vanilla nonsense! At the next stop a man in a pin-stripe suit got on, black shoes immaculately shined! All Deirdre could think of was Sir's reference to his Dean of Discipline suit which he put on for special spankings! 

And she remembered too his reference to a maid one of whose chores would be to do such good job of polishing his shoes that she would need sunglasses to look at the completed job!

Now she looked at the shoes beneath the suit and imagined herself on her knees polishing them to perfection!

What had this man done to her?! It was bad enough before this but now, now she was obsessed beyond belief!

Office Etiquette (with a sting in the tale!)

Office etiquette extended ...

"My office NOW young lady ...!"

She heard that familiar order and fear mingled with excitement as she watched the suited middle aged male walk past her desk and into his inner sanctuary though it was never a safe sanctuary for the females who were summonsed to Mr Burns office.

She immediately stood and heeled him to her doom ...

Barely was she over the threshold when she was surprised to find that already toeing the red line in front of He Who Must Be Obeyed's Desk was another woman, a woman in the familiar stance of hands on her head, jeans around her ankles, regulation pink panties covering a yet to be spanked bottom ...

"Join your colleague-in-crime toeing the line and assume the position" he ordered sitting down behind his desk, tapping the fingers of his hands together and he watched his orders carried out ....

She opened the belt of her jeans, prized free the button, lowered the blue denin, unveiling the regulation pink panties, straightened up and placed her hands atop her head.

"Eyes in front!" he commanded.

She did as she was told and like the woman beside her focussed on the framed script on the wall ...

"Beware all you who enter here, you will leave with reddened rear!"

"Now then young ladies, punctuality is a prized value in this company but this morning not just was one of my employees late but the two of ye saw fit to swan in late, one 22 seconds after 9am, the other 34, disgraceful tardiness ..."

The employees had long learned that 9am meant 9am, not a second before, not a second after, 9am on the dot! Or else!

Normally the 'or else' was carried out one at a time so both females were a little discomfited by the fact that they were both here, jeans down, pink panties on display, hands on head.

"I have reason to believe that office rivalry has led to accusations of favouritism and that one of you feel that other is not dealt with as severely as the other ... "

"So I have come up with a solution, you will both spank each other!"

The females took their eyes off the frame, looked at Mr Burns in astonishment, then eyed each other in disbelief!"

"Eyes in front!" he barked, to instant obedience.

"Lady Donegal, come bend over the desk ..."

She did as she was told...

Through her hair she looked into his eyes and he took her two wrists in his hands ....

"Now then Monica, go fetch the spanking strap from the back of the door and stand to Lady Donegal's left ... "

Monica did Sir's bidding ...

"22 seconds late equals 22 strokes, you may commence ... "

"And Monica if I feel you are taking it too easy on any stroke, the number of said strokes will be revealed by me at the end of the punishment and that number multiplied by two will be added to your own punishment! Comprende?!"

"Yes Sir!"

Stinging & Longing

Stinging & Longing
Palm prints on her glorious globes
Oft depict tales of spanking woes
Yet oft times too this sensual stinging

Leaves the female moist with longing!

Poised Sighs

Poised Sighs
Draped o'er his knee, bottom poised
She greets his gentle caresses with contented sighs
And yet she knows she this serenity will not last

As soon his punishing palm will her buttocks lash!

Flannan's Flogger

She awoke with a start, immediately went to nurse her roasted rear! But it was icy cold

She looked down and where she expected to see fiery stripes there was a blank canvas.

Alas, she moaned, it was but a dream; but what a vivid dream!

She had skipped last class the day before and tipped into town, joined up with a few of her friends shooting the breeze and under cover of darkness headed for home, alone.

Then, out of the shadows, he appeared, the Flannan's Flogger, declaring himself such when he twisted her arm into her back with one hand and placed his other hand over her mouth after placing a rolled up handkerchief in it.

He frog-marched her into her school grounds, scolding as they went along ...

"How dare you disgrace the St Flannan's uniform by cavorting in town, then putting yourself in danger by going home alone .... you'd never know who you'd meet!"

Recovered from the initial shock, she started to fight for her freedom but he was too strong.

"Fear not young lady, you will not be raped, in fact my intention is to save you from such possibility by teaching you a lesson you won't forget in a hurry" and with that he shoved her up against a tree.

Releasing her hand from behind her back and taking her free hand into custody as well he quickly handcuffed them together and dangled the handcuffs over a mid-high branch so as the student was on her tippy-toes.

As she was endeavouring to free the handkerchief to roar for help, he simply produced a strip of masking tape and taped it over her mouth!

What a pretty sight she painted, her bottom, her soon to be flogged bottom, nicely displayed in her uniform pants ...

"Now then young lady I knew when they let girls into St Flannan's it would bring nothing only trouble. Years ago when boys started here trouble was dealt with by a dose of corporal punishment. Alas no such strictures pertain now ... "

And as he spoke he caressed her proffered bottom ...

"However one female student is going to taste the flogger ... "

And with that he removed from his satchel a brown-tan London Tanner flogger ...

Soon the night air rang out with leather on cotton bottom and muffled female cries.

It was then she woke up!

Time to go to school!

Friday, 4 November 2016

Babysitter Blues {or Red Regrets!}

"Christ almighty I'm 40 years old, I don't need a fecking babysitter!" the Ciara exclaimed, the venom in her voice leaving her husband under no illusion as to just how angry she was at him having arranged for her sister-in-law to stay in their house while he was away.

"I know dear, but .... " her husband began to frame his reply when he was interrupted

"The only butt that matters around here just now is that attached to the woman who thinks swearing like a trooper and stamping her foot will get her her own way!" declares Ciara's sister-in-law, taking her by the wrist and steering her over towards the couch.

She with the hold of the wrist being a former rugby international, the tossing of wrist owner over her knee was done with the ease of a dancer and she wasted no time in warming the wrist owners denim with speedy well directed spanks, taking care to make sure a few landed on the backs of the prone woman's thighs.

"This ass is mine for the next two weeks and don't you forget it!" informed her sister-in-law every syllable accompanied by a stinging spank!

The shocked Ciara, normally so vocal, was unable to do anything but lie there and take it!
"Cat got your tongue Missy!?" asked the sister-in-law now caressing the denim as the spanked females husband looked on with a combination of jealously and pity?

Jealous it wasn't his knees the spanked female was over, jealous it wasn't his palm was now caressing the heated denim.

Pity for his wife having to endure this pain, pity for himself that he couldn't bring himself to inflict this pain!

"Speaking of tongue and your use of it to curse and swear we will be washing it out with soap before your corner-time ahead of early bed-time" informed the sister-in-law as if she was addressing a naughty child.

It was going to be a long two weeks.

Monday, 31 October 2016

Watch out! The boogeyman might get you!

The streets of Ennis were filled all day with little wicked witches, monsters, walking pumpkins, even the odd pirate, but they were there every day of the week not just school halloween break!
It had been a day of dressing up, or dressing down, finding long haggard old dresses to play witch and flirting with whoever was behind the boogeyman mask!
"You better watch out or the boogeyman might get you!" he warned before landing a smarting spank on her witches arse!
On an ordinary school day he would have been up for sexual harassment, today what could she do but grin and bear it! And secretly enjoy it!
She was glad when school was over and it was time to unwind, not just a long weekend but midterm, hallelujah!
She felt oh so sexy in her fitted black dress revealing a hint of cleavage and reaching to about two inches above the knee, her knee high boots and black patterned tights and the black lacy underwear underneath provided her with that tingle of sexual tension she so embraced.
She was walking from the back carpark in the Old Ground Hotel to meet some teaching colleagues for some light refreshments and a bite to eat and she was looking forward to it, the schoolyard spank witnessed by her peers certain to be a topic for discussion!
"Better watch out or the boogeyman might get you!" she heard a voice say and again her bottom set a stinging by powerful male palm.
"Enough is enough!" she turned around to berate her attacker but it wasn't who she expected! The male teachers in her school were all well over 6 foot, this person was not as tall ... and this person was secreted behind a boogeyman face and full boogeyman outfit!
He bent her right arm into her back, placed his other hand over her mouth and steered her over towards her car ...
"Did you parents not warn you to watch out for the boogeyman, especially when you've been a naughty girl?" he queried.
Fearing rape she fought him her best, but he was too strong.
Yes a very, very naughty girl, a respectable teacher, a married woman, perving on fetliife!'
It was HIM!
Oh Christ, it was HIM!
"Yes indeed, young lady, the fantasy is over, it is I, I you will redden your arse, He Who Must Be Obeyed!"
"Now, off in to a nice vanilla luncheon with your mates, when they suggest retiring to Brogan's for drinks you make your excuses and when they have left, go to reception and ask for the key to room 666 .... the boogeyman's knee and punishing palm awaits you!"
* * * * *
The Old Ground was busy, Winter tourists mixing with local schoolteachers, many of whom were heading for sunny climes on the morrow.

One particular schoolteacher was going to sunny climes in about two hours, climbing two levels of the historic hotel to have have a part of the body the sun don't shine on rendered a nice shade of rosy red!
She even imagined as she eat her Goats Cheese salad that she could still feel the two spanks administered earlier today!
Imagine, then, how long it would be before the sensation of his belt alighting on her bared bottom would take to depart ...
Never, in her born life, did she wish a meal, and after-dinner drinks to be over ...
She herself was the main course elsewhere ...
* * * * *
Finally, eventually, at long last even, she was freed of vanilla obligations and a few flight of stairs separated her from the delights of a damn good spanking ...
She could, of course, tip on down to Brogan's and be bored out of her tree and when they all got sufficiently drunk decide to walk en bloc to Knox's where some of the clientele were probably past pupils of the old fogeys!
The stairs won!
"Yes, Mr Burns left the key to his room for you" said the receptionist, and did the teacher imagine that a little blush appeared on the young woman's face?
Perhaps, she mused, the girl knew what exactly was going on in room 666. Perhaps the receptionist herself had had her bottom spanked by Mr Burns?
Mr Burns? An appropriate name she thought ...
"Yes indeed young lady, Burns my name and Burns by nature as you will soon find out" he declared when having swiped the door of 666 she smiled and queried of the man reclining on the bed, "Mr Burns I presume?!"
Having confirmed his identity, he nodded her over his knee ...
She tentatively draped herself across his lap and luxuriated in his immediate caressing!
She had chosen well!

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Teacher Touch Your Toes

She smiled a contented smile as she sat at her desk just having concluded her school week with an imperious "Class Dismissed" and waited until the first of her pupils were near the door to add "Punishment Assignments to be on my desk 20 minutes before first lesson Monday morning".

She watched with delight the grimaces on the faces of the boys and girls at this latest bad news as she had already presented them with sufficient homework to make sure they would not enjoy a carefree weekend.

She was, she knew, a prize bitch.

After the classroom had emptied she took out her laptop and logged in to fetlife, it was there she got her fix of kink and it was there she was hoping to meet the man, or woman, who would put her true her paces ...

For, yes, she, the prize bitch, who had students jumping through hoops all week, had herself a hankering for a spankering!

As she logged into MizzB she was excited to see her envelope at the top of the screen had a red sign attached, she had mail. Probably the PalmPrinter, she mused, knowing that the day was edging ever nearer she would be going over his knee!

"Teacher Touch Your Toes" she read in the subject box. Another of his sexy stories ..

But, no, this wasn't from him. This was from 'AvengingStudent', an 18 year-old female.

Hello Miss,

You really should be more careful and not leave your laptop unattended, especially when logged in to inappropriate sites!

And, fetlife, Miss, with all its whips and ropes and lewd nudeness is not an appropriate site for a responsible educator, is it? And especially not when be accessed on school premises during school time!

So what are we going to do with you, Miss? You will, without doubt, have to be punished.Yes, punished, Miss, you are a dab hand at handing out punishment assignments yourself! Well I have news for you, you will be doing my Punishment Assignment this weekend, we needn't worry about the handwriting not being mine as you will be correcting it! However I will be checking it for neatness and accuracy, so make sure every i is crossed and t dotted.

Oh, and Miss, I thought you were too lenient really, so make that 100 lines, 200, good girl.

Now, Miss, what was that you said at the start of term, the first Friday we discovered we had Cruella de Bitch for English ...

Oh, yes, I remember now, "It is a big regret of mine that corporal punishment is not permitted in schools anymore or everyone of you would be touching your toes and then going home to sit on sore asses to write out your Punishment Assignments".

Remember Miss?

Well, Miss, confession being good for the soul, I got a little tingle downstairs when I heard your threat! Because you see Miss, like you, I have a secret little craving and quite like the idea of having my bottom spanked!

But, now Miss, I quite like the idea of administering the spanking! And guess who is going to be the recipient?

Yes indeed, you Miss, Good girl, Top of the Class!

And that's where it will take place, at the top of the class. You will face the blackboard, hands on head, you can keep your teachers clothes on, you are very sexy in that white blouse and black skirt.

When you hear the door open, then closed, then locked, you will keep facing the board, so much as a glimpse over your shoulder and the game is over and the details of your cyber crime will be furnished to the Principal and, Miss, we both know the Principal is such a goody two shoes that she should have been a nun and would be askance at your disgusting carry-on.

And should that happen, Miss, you will lose your job and never get another one, you will be like those past pupils of yours you tell us about, "the lazy good for nothings who sat here doing nothing and who now are a burden on the state drawing the dole".

That would be a big come down for you Miss and we wouldn't want that would we? No!So simple solution is you doing exactly as I say, when I say, how I say. You will, Miss, in fact, be my little slave!

Oh don't fret pet, I have boys my own age I want to ride, sorry for being so crude Miss, I even have a few girls I wouldn't mind pleasuring and being pleasured by ... so you won't be under my thumb 24/7. Just when I feel like it!

You keep your job, your status in society so long as when the call comes, you drop everything and run to do your Mistresses bidding!

Couldn't be fairer than that now could I Miss?

When do we start your new life you ask? 
No time like the present Miss, strike while the iron is hot I say and the iron won't be the only thing hot, sit comfortably while you can, that ass of yours is going to become a furnace shortly, I believe those swishy school canes do that to a girls rear, especially when her skirt and knickers are removed from the equation!

So, like the very good girl you are going to become, go stand facing the blackboard, hands on head ...I will be along shortly ...


She hears the school door open, whoever is blackmailing her knows the school well, the caretaker always rushes off on a Friday evening, as, coincidentally, or perhaps not, the secretary ...

Both are married but rumour has it ...

Anyway, that's neither here nor there now for the teacher standing facing the WHITE Board!

The door closes, she hears the key in the door, footsteps coming closer up the central aisle ...

She, the teacher, resisted the urge to look around, she had no choice really but she was really anxious to know just which one of her pupils had put her in this terrible predicament … 

There was silence, it seemed like forever but twas probably only 30 seconds, then ...

"What a sexy pose and soon teacher will touch her toes!" came not so much a commanding voice as a sing-song, almost jeering voice.

And she facing the White Board grimaced and sent plaintive eye to Heaven, an 'oh no' escaping her lips.

Of all the female pupils in the class, not her! 

But there was only one girl in the class with a hoity-toity English accent and that was Mandy, a right little bitch, one who the teacher had reason to send to the Principal, the subsequent suspension being heatedly contested by the child's father who claimed all his daughter had done was tell the truth when her educator asked who did she think she was and the girl answered "A trainee bitch and I am learning from the best!"

"Now then Miss Bitch, two steps back, touch your toes, good girl"

The teacher does as she is told, there is a tinge of anger but what's a woman to do!

Her pupil has her by the short and curlies!

"What a lovely arse you've got Miss, it's going to be an absolute pleasure owning that piece of meat!"

Her tormentor caresses her teachers skirted bottom and it is safe to say that at that very point in time the two female in the room were moist!

"Like that Miss?"

"You were asked a question?!"

"And don't lie!"

"Yyy .. yes Mandy, I like it!"


The bent over teacher was the recipient of two stinging spanks, one to each buttock.

"How dare you call your superior by her first name, how very dare you!"

And two more scorching spanks alight upon each cheek!

"You, Miss, will call me, let's see ... "

"Hhhmmm ...

"You can call me Mistress! Yes Mistress is perfect, for you are my little slave, aren't you Miss?!"

Two more spanks ...

... and with a tear dropping from her eye the bent over teacher whispered ...

"Yes Mistress!"


"Yes Mistress!"

"What are you Miss?"

"Your little slave Mistress"

"And do slaves get to wear schoolteacher attire?"

"No Mistress" the schoolgirl answered herself landing two more spanks before repeating the question and hearing her English teacher answer "No Mistress"

"Correct! Now straighten up and go stand in front of your desk" ordered the schoolgirl as she took her place in the teachers chair.

Standing in front of the desk the teacher felt like a naughty child awaiting a scolding ...

"Hands on head" ordered the schoolgirl dismissively.

"Good girl!"

"Now, I have an old-fashioned egg-timer here, I am going to turn it upside-down and by the time the last sand has fallen you Miss better be stark naked, comprende?"

"Yyess Mistress"

"Good girl"

And with that the egg-timer was up-ended.

"Oh and Miss, your clothes are to be folded neatly and left on the desk, the former occupant of this chair was a stickler for tidiness!"

"Yes Mistress" nodded the schoolteacher as she began to open the buttons of her blouse in front of her watchful pupil.

The teacher opening the buttons of her blouse, removing the white top, folding it neatly and placing it on the desk where the upperhand female pupil watches carefully.

"Good girl, the skirt next ... "

The teacher does as she is told, again neatly folding the garment and feeling quite exposed as she does so but she was about to feel even more exposed ...

"Off with the shoes, place them neatly under the desk, then off with the tights, leave them with your clothes, then stand up straight, hands on head" came the teenage orders.

"Quickly! Remember the sands of time are ebbing!"

Having complied, the teacher, barefooted in just her bra and panties stood before her pupil.

"Nice, very nice, turn around so as I can get a rear view"

Again she obeyed, what else could she do?

"And back around ... "

"Good girl!"

"Now while the sands are still spilling remove your bra, place it on the table, then the panties, then resume your position ... "

The teacher hesitanty, reluctantly, reached for the clasp of her bra ...

"Brostaighi, brostaighi Miss!" {Brostaighi is Gaelic for quickly, aoft used in Irish schools!}

Her breasts bared,she out an arm before them as she placed her bra on the desk, then bent to lower her panties ...

"What sexy lingerie you wear Miss, red for danger is it? Were you planning to give some man a little treat tonight?!"

"Oh and Miss, whilst I may not require your sexual services 24/7 that does not mean that you are free to cavort with others, your orgasms, if any, are mine, your pleasure, if any, will be at my say-so, so you best be a very good little girl and then maybe your Mistress will bestow on to her little slave a nice explosive orgasm! You'd like that Miss wouldn't you?"

"Yyyy ... yes Mistress!"

"She who hesitates is lost! No more yyy ... yes, its Yes Mistess, No Mistress, if Mistress pleases, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Good girl"

"Now kneel, fold your hands behind your back"

"Spread your legs a little further"


"Oh Miss you look exquisite, slavery becomes you"

"You have been paid a compliment, what do you say?

"Thank you Mistress"

"Yes indeed, Miss, you have every reason to thank your Mistress, she has put you where you belong ....

The empowered pupil, still in schoolgirl uniform, arose from HER seat and eyeing the kneeling teacher said ...

"Time for me to be out of these clothes" ...

and proceeded to undress ... keeping her eye on her new charge at all times!

"Exciting isn't it Miss? A nubile teenage body being unveiled in front of you?!"

"You were asked a question, answer it!"

"Sorry Mistress, Yes Mistress"

"And what is it that you are excited by, hhhmm?"

"You Mistress"

"Yes, but the query was isn't it exciting to have a nubile teenage body unveiled in front of you. Do, as you'd say yourself Miss, pay attention!"

"Now what are you being excited by ... ?"

"A nubile teenage body being unveiled in front of me"

"Full sentence please, Miss, 'I am being excited by ..
"I am being excited by a nubile teenage body being unveiled in front of me"

"Good girl"

The pupil during this discourse had removed uniform and the regulation white bra and panties, she stood before her teacher in white knee socks and sensible black shoes.

She walked in front of the kneeling teacher.

"Kiss my footwear in thanksgiving of your new status"

As a shocked, but increasingly excited educator, bent to her latest demeaning task she was the recipient of further orders ...

"More tongue Miss, kiss that shoe as if it is the most important, precious item in your life ...

As Miss once more did as she was told she heard the familiar sound of a camera phone being clicked to capture a moment ...

And what a moment!

The naked teachers tongue fervently tonguing regulation school shoe!

Ok Miss, that is sufficient .... for now”

"Kneel, arms behind your back"

"Good girl!"

And again the camera clicked.

"Now Miss, let's both get dressed, then we will leave here as if nothing has happened, all any stragglers or pupils emerging from detention will notice is my hangdog look as if you have gone through me for a shortcut and I am now going home to face further reprimand from my Dad ... "

"Yes Mistress" the rising teacher responded noting that she really was dealing with a devious bitch and that any faint hopes of role reversal down the line were fact receding such was the pupils attention to detail.

"Oh and Miss, mention of Dad, I'm planning a really special birthday present for him next month, he has been without a woman too long and I happen to know he is on fetlife too ..

"So maybe you won't have to put up with your new Mistress for too long, maybe it is your new Master who will spank your bottom and keep you on a tight leash, take his pleasure at his whim, wouldn't that be nice Miss?!"

"Yes Mistress"

"Now, look at that, no need for a reminder that you were asked a question that required an answer! Well done Miss, your training is going very well, very well indeed!"

With that teacher and student left the classroom and walked to the front door, the student pretending she had endured a harrowing detention while the teacher tried her best, as ordered, "to look her usual commanding bitchy self"

At the door, they went their separate ways but before doing so the educator was issued with two weekend orders ...

"Don't forget your lines Miss, scan them and send them them to me by 9pm Sunday night for correction, I will send an e-mail address you can use to your fetlife account ....

"Oh and Miss, don't forget to change your fetlife status to 'being considered by AvengingStudent', I can assure you you will be jumping through hoops to earn the 
status slave!"

"Enjoy your weekend Miss!"

"Yes Mistress!"