Friday, 31 March 2017

The Seance.

                                        THE SEANCE.

And Its Aftermath.

The Old Creepy House.

It has seemed like a lark after the session on the Ouija Board,  lets go to that spooky " Old Creepy

House" as the local teenagers called the old detached property near the cemetery,

it was run down, appeared deserted,

hearing a noise they screamed and made  dash for it, one girl a slim teenager stumbled almost fell,

she was caught pulled upright by strong arms,

Clair was terrified she relaxed somewhat on realising her captor was a tall slim woman with long

black hair,

Do you know who I am? the woman asked,

Morticia? the girl said in a quivery voice,  she reeled backwards, put her hand to her face,

a red hand print glowing on her left cheek, from where the strange woman had slapped her face with

terrific force,

"don't you ever call me that stupid name you ignorant little trollop,,

I'm no trollop,I'm still a virgin Claire said firmly,  at your age more fool you, the woman retorted,

well! what shall I do with you,

frogmarch you to the police station, two years in the girls borstal at Widgeons Point might teach you

respect for other peoples property,

we weren't stealing, just exploring "the old creepy house"

how dare you, this is my family home,

what will your parents think of your actions, my mums in a sanatorium,

dads really busy he never bothers with me,

perhaps if I speak to him he will let me take you under my wing,

rather than having you arrested and sent to borstal,

well oh! yes that's ok with me, Claire said without any enthusiasm,

come then tell me your address and we will see him, get in the car,

they arrive at Claire's home,

Claire's father seemed more baffled than angry, when informed of his daughter's misbehaviour,

breaking into a house you say. I thought you told me you were stopping overnight at Becky's to do

some revision, the woman laughed you don't know much about teenage girls do you Mr. K.

it was agreed Claire would live with Miss Hazel Rowan  as the woman called her self,

back at the "old house"  you will call this house home from now on not silly teenage nicknames,

understand,  ur, em,  yes miss,

you will call me Hazel the woman rasped yes Claire said quietly,

Claire was shown to her room, it had bare walls a generally Spartan appearance,

I could put up some posters brighten it up a bit Claire said trying to lift her gloom,

Posters are you a complete idiot, I will not have my walls damaged by pictures of pop singers,

this is your room and you must keep it tidy or else,

Friday evening after our meal you will dust and then vacuum your room,

I normally go out with friends to the Coach House and then the disco at Fitz Allen village hall,

you will not go near licensed premises understand   "I'm eighteen" no you're seventeen you will


my rules or suffer the consequences, you won't be jiving and contorting in  a skimpy top and mini-

skirt with the rest of those trollops,

that's not fair,

do they have corporal punishment at your school, not really you can get the slipper but that's just for


I was told that all girls are subject to the same rules, yeah! but it don't happen often,

well as you are now being home schooled by me you will  be subject to corporal


oh get lost you creep. Claire spat out and immediately regretted it, 

I'm sorry she mumbled staring at the carpet,

well Claire my dear you've just earned yourself your first spanking, let me see where is the big old

slipper, she rummaged and soon produced a size eleven plimsoll.

Claire gulped, was this really happening, bend over the chair and stay  in position

she hissed,

 Claire bent over the chair, the strange woman looked the girl up and down liking what she saw,

slim and short she looked younger than nearly eighteen,

she smiled at the teenagers pale blue blouse and extremely short navy-blue pleated mini-skirt,

Claire bent over the back of the upright chair as indicated by "Morticia" her skirt rode up clear of her

surprisingly plump bottom,

Claire bending for the slipper.

her tiny  panties left much of her milky white orbs bare,

Claire in position to receive a slippering.

ideal the lady though with a grin which  quickly turned to a snarl as she lashed the sole of the gym

shoe against the teenage schoolgirls left cheek,

she continued to lash the enourmous plimsoll against the teenagers bottom,

Claire yelped and yowled it was agony, her bottom felt on fire she couldn't hold back her tears,

at last  it was over,

but a further shock was in store for the pretty schoolgirl,

" And now young lady you're going over my lap for a real old fashioned Wiccan spanking,"

"Morticia" rasped in a harsh voice,

"oh! no! Claire was mortified, hadn't she suffered enough,

                                                Claire receives an over the knee spanking.

that's not fair I've already had the slipper, the girl said in a whiney, pleading voice,

yes indeed you have had the slipper, and now you are going to have your silly little bottom spanked

until my hand hurts and let me warn you I have a very hard hand your spoilt little backside will be

blazing hot, red raw glowing like a sunset long before my hand tires,

I will have you sobbing till your eyes run dry, you will learn respect for the old religion,

lets get this ridiculous mini-skirt of yours out of the way and we can lose the panties she hissed,

pushing the teenagers skirt clear of Claire's bottom she hooked two fingers in to the

waistband of the tiny cotton panties and yanked them unceremoniously to mid thigh,

smack! ouch!

see how you like this, you disobedient little madam, the tall lady hissed venomously,

if this was  "a real old fashioned Wiccan spanking" Claire didn't like it one little bit,

she yelped again as Morticia continued smacking her bare bottom with all her might,

her bottom already throbbing from her slippering was now in agony,

the sound of "Morticias" bare palm smacking down on the poor teenagers bare bottom echoed

off the bare walls, a very satisfying sound the woman thought,

the hapless teenagers chastisement went on for what seemed to Claire to be an eternity,

at last it was over, Claire stood and sobbed her eyes out,

not caring that her panties were around her ankles, she howled it was agony,

get to bed now girl the woman hissed as the door slammed,

to scared to disobey Claire stripped naked and pulled on the itchy white cotton nightgown,

she lay face down on the hard narrow bed, her pillow was soon soaked with her bitter tears,

The End. 

Tuesday, 28 March 2017



In  A Bizarre Time Travel Incident Two Schoolgirls Exchange Places, 

Verity for heavens sake hurry up will you,get dressed for school,the voice continued,

Paula was groggy, who was shouting, who is this Verity?

still in a daze the slim teenager dropped the bath towel she had wrapped herself in after her morning


her clothes laid out on the bed automaticallly she slipped in to the white bra,

knickers whaat! they were a black lacy thigs like g string,

better put them on, now for the woolly black tights, a short black skirt,

navy blue polo shirt with a badge on the left breast,

no blouse or tie, no sign of a blazer.

I'm leaving now Verity get in the car now or you can walk,


Verity was confused the room was cold she was wearing an itchy nightdress, will you get ready now

lass, I'm sick of shouting at you our Paula,

the woman was strangely familiar her mum?

here you dozy little happence, the woman grasped Verity/Paula's arm,

landing two hard smacks on the teenagers bottom,

now get ready for school if your late again I'm going to tan your lazy backside for you,

she heard feet crashing down stairs she quickly pulled the nightie over her head,

her school attire was laid out on the bed, white bra, white cotton knickers they seemed massive to

what she normally wore,

she quickly donned the items, her bottom stung from the parental chastisement,

she had never been hit brefore,

no tights, white knee socks how bizarre, she thought, a white blouse a striped tie luckily still knotted

she had no idea how to tie the outlandish thing,

an extremely short navy blue mini skirt completed her ensemble,

shoes ?  the only outdoor footwear she could see were oxblood sandals,she pushed her feet into


out in the street, where to go?  Paula she heard called loudly, oh!of course that was her name in this

bizarre alternative universe, or a crazy dream she would awaken from at any moment,

three or four girls dressed as she was all with equally short mini-skirts, were waving at least she

 would be able to find the school,

at the school gates.

an older girl with a pencil and notepad approached them, " you lot are late, lets have your names"

aw come on Lesley give us a break, "sorry Jeanne I've got to book you in"

the tall slim prefect said laughing,

well that's you up in front of the Headmistress, a girl said to Paula grinning, " late again,

that's half a dozen times, its the slipper for you",

Verity /Paula was confused, did they mean she was to be hit for being a few minutes late,

what an awful world she had ended up in, by the fashions it had to be the late sixties,

someone, mentioned the "moon landing" that was nineteen sixty-nine she knew that,

she sat at a desk with one of the girls, they had to stand up when the teacher entered the room and

reply to her "good morning"

sit still and upright no talking or rising from your allotted desk and crossing the classroom to speak to


you had to work in silence until the teacher spoke to you,

Paula, she realised the teacher meant her,she stood up report to the headmistress please some of the

girls giggled,

the teacher quickly hushed them,

Paula/Verity left the classroom and headed to the dupurty headmistress's study,

she knocked timidly and was told to enter,

the head was an imposing figure P/V.was frightened off her,

the adults in this world were abrupt in their manner towards the girls,

talking to them as if they were dogs,

"well Paula we meet again" were her opening remarks she looked the nervous teenager up and down

obviously she did not approve of what she saw,

well you've had enough warnings, I'll be writing to your mother about your behaviour,

we may only be a secondary modern school but we have certain standards of conduct.

I'm sick of talking to you, face that wall and touch your toes,

Paula/Verity hesitated,

do as you told girl I won't tell you again,

the slim teenager quickly obeyed to scared not to,

the powerfully built woman already held a large slipper or gym shoe in her hand,

P/V. held back tears was this really happening to her,

her extremely short mini-skirt had ridden up displaying her nicely rounded bottom clad in the white

cotton briefs,she had donned that morning,

thank heavens its not my usual panties or thong was her last thought,as the head spoke get ready,

thwack! ouch !she yelled at the shock of the slipper hitting her left buttock,

it really stung, thwack! again this time the right cheek, she yelped, your're getting one extra for your

attitude, that makes four, the head hissed,

and wasted no time in lashing the heavy gym shoe down on the teenage schoolgirls bottom,

the left cheek then the right, no longer stinging her bottom hurt like hell,

she stood up tears stinging her eyes,

go to your next lesson and try and behave will you the Headmistress  snapped,

Paulas house after school Friday evening,

"mum" waved a letter in her face,well you've done it now in trouble at school again,

I'll deal with you after tea now get changed and help set the table,

Paula/Verity ran up stairs removed her school tie,and blouse found a top pulled it on selected a bottle

 green corduroy mini-skirt from the handful of clothes in the small wardrobe

she set the rtable,

she felt hungry despite the threat of "mums" chastisement to come tasty fish and loads of chips,

thanks mum that was loverly she said well clear the table and wash up then go to your room,

 yes mum she said softly,

she looked around the small bedroom, posters on the walls. The Beatles she recognized,

she looked at the picture of an unknow group of men with long hair, The Rolling Stones was printed

at the bottom,

heavens she thought did young girls her age actually swoon over these ugly creatures,

they looked like the blokes you saw working on building sites,

she wondered what form her upcoming chastisement would entail,she had heard of girls being

spanked over "mums"knee, panties down, hand, slipper even a hairbrush she shuddered she preferred

not to think of belts or canes,

her mum "entered briskly, lets get this over with shall we, and you won't be cavorting down that

youth club with the rest of those short skirted hussies, when I'm done with you,

you can stop in your room and read, then an early night, yes mum Paula/Verity uttered eyes

cast downwards,

the slimly built woman sat in the only chair in the room,here she indicated for her  "daughter"

to stand at her side no sign of a slipper or hairbrush,

shall I take my panti ,,  knickers down the teenager suddenly asked, why had she blurted that


never mind that, just get here, mum guided the teenage schoolgirl over her lap,

pushing her daughters mini-skirt well clear of her girls bottom, she commenced spanking

Paula/Verity's bottom, she was strong and determined and had a hard hand,

the teenager was soon sobbing quietly oh! mum please, she pleaded it was agony,

her bottom was on fire,

ignoring the schoolgirls pleas she continued to administer the mother and father of a good spanking

to the unfourtunate teenager bottom,

a dozen to the centre of each cheek, then the upper segment of each of her daughters rounded

buttocks, the lower portion of each bottom cheek given the same ferocious treatment,

the teenage schoolgirls bottom was on fire,

Verity had never know n such pain.

at last it was over,

pushed to her feet she stood unsteadily tears gushing eyes red, shaking, shivering,  the pain was


lie on the bed if you want mum said shoving her daughter roughly towards the narrow single bed,

the door slammed as she exited,

Pauls/Verity collapsed on to the bed face down she eased her white cotton knickers clear of her

blazing bottom,

she fell into a fitful sleep,

when Verity awoke she was back in her own bed, her own room in her own home, her own time,

strangely she could feel a soreness in her bottom tho no marks were visible,

                                                                                  THE END

PS.    Something a little different, Sci-Fi.?    

         I like the contrast with the present day. I imagine it would be a shock for any teenage schoolgirl to find herself back in the sixties/seventies when schools dished out corporal punishment as a matter of course, and even an intelligent well behaved studious young woman could find her self touching her toes in the headmistresses study and receiving the slipper on her bottom,
often for what was the most trivial of reasons,
and home was no better, expected to help with the housework,(because you're only a girl).
subject to random clips, thumps and smacks,
and heaven forbid you should commit a serious transgression, come home a few minutes late,
covered in love bites, i.e. a single one that a lad gave you against your will,
then it was over mums knee for a real old fashioned Irish Catholic spanking,

well that's enough for now,  K.

Friday, 24 February 2017


A Caning For Shelagh.

The pretty teenagers inability to keep out of trouble lands her in hot water.

NO! NO! NO!  Shelagh's pale face was red, not dad, no not that please,

she was begging pleading, not the sullen rebel but a scared young woman,

not far off tears,

sit down Shelagh, mum indicated the single bed, Shelagh sat for once obeying her mum with out a

protracted argument,

Shelagh you know you deserve chastisement and I'm not going to wait two weeks until I get this sling

off, she indicated her wrist,

her teenage daughter was not far off tears,

it was not uncommon for fathers to punish their daughters, tho mum didn't agree with men hitting

teenage girls,

you know your dad loves you to bits he is only agreeing to cane you at my behest,

it will only be six on your bottom, on your skirt it will be over in seconds,

Oh! I suppose so,

that's good Shelagh I appreciate you accepting your punishment,

where's dad? the pretty dark haired girl asked, he's gone to the garden shed to select a cane,

 a nice thick heavy one,

I hope it hasn't got soil on it Shelagh said sullenly,

don't be silly,

Kathy and Jeff had agreed a heavy cane that bruised more would be better than a thin swishy one,

a tentative knock on the door, oh come in Jeff ,  Kathy said,

the tall slim sandy haired man entered the small bedroom, ha carried the bamboo cane,

the schoolgirl gulped it was actually happening,

he avoided looking at his daughter,

without more ado, Kathy indicated the wooden upright chair.

to scared now to disobey or make some sarcastic remark Shelagh quickly draped herself over the

back of the chair, palms of her small pale hands on the seat of the chair,

for a slimly built young woman she had a surprisingly well rounded bottom,

and a soon to be a very sore one,

her navy blue school skirt was tightly stretched over her teenage bottom,

mum stood by ready to hold down her daughter if she tried to jump up,

Jeff had a lump in his throat, his first born short and dark haired,

so much like his wife when they first met,

he steeled himself, gripping the bamboo rod tightly he raised his arm and took aim there was a

terrific crack as the cane hit Shelagh's bottom,

Kathy flinched, she was surprised how hard her husband hat hit Shelagh,

and even more surprised that the girls only response had been a low moan,

thwack! once more the tall fair haired man brought the cane down on to his daughters bottom,

swish! a third terrifically hard stroke to his daughters bottom,

the teenager yelped,

a high pitched squeal as the bamboo rod once more struck the seat of her tightly stretched school


the pretty dark haired teenager was grinding her toes into the carpet, sobbing softly,

she yelped as the cane struck her proffered bottom for the fifth time,

adjusting his stance,

the all fair-haired man raised the cane high and smashed it down on the thin material of his teenage

daughters school skirt,

this savage blow elicited a scream of pain from the pretty schoolgirl,

he nodded grimly to his wife and left the small bedroom,

mum took her distraught daughter in her arms, normally the sullen teenager would spurn any sign of

maternal affection from her mum, but in her distressed state, she welcomed her mums loving arms,

still holding the sobbing teenager, she heard the back door looking out she saw her husband stride in

to the narrow back garden he flung the cane as far as he could it landed in the privet hedge,

with a shaking hand he lit a cigarette, taking a long pull on the white tube,

here lie on the bed love, mum said in a soft voice,

gently leading her chastised and chastened daughter to the small single bed,

she gently laid the sobbing teenager face down, "shall I help you undress?  no mum just leave me.

 Shelagh said thru her gasping sobs, she thrust her tear streaked face into the pillow,

she was sobbing quietly as mum left the small back bedroom,

The End.

Sunday, 1 January 2017



I would like to wish everyone a very happy new year, hope you all get your hearts desire,

and that all you lovely ladies who squeeze into your old school uniforms,

blouses stretched tightly over firm breasts, stripy tie fastened loosely,

your official school skirt clinging tightly to your curves, hemline indecently short,

in contravention of uniform regulations,

well I hope that your naughty bottoms get the sound spanking they richly deserve,

A lovely lady in her uniform,

it still fits nicely. 

(image from flickr)

Friday, 16 December 2016




Kitty get in here now, I'm just about sick of this, what now the teenager said sullenly,

you are in more trouble at work, that's what this letter is concerning,

Mrs. Owens, oh her, kitty snorted in derision, don't worry gel you'll sing a different tune shortly.

when I'm through with you,

I'll read this letter just listen will you,

kitty lolled on the sofa not bothered that her extremely short mini-dress rode up displayed her panties

you could discern the blue colour thru her fashionable white tights,

her kid sister sat next to her making sure her checked mini -skirt was tugged down, and her knees


at least one of you knows how a lady should sit,

get on with it please Kitty drawled feigning a yawn. Molly was surprised mum let this go, she had a

feeling her clever clogs sister, was riding for a fall,

and it could be a very painful one,

since leaving school and obtaining a position in an upmarket departmental store,

Kitty's behaviour had worsened considerably,

she was openly contemptuous of her mother,

mum read the letter,.....

Dear Mrs. Mc.Ilvaney.

                                    I am very sorry that I have occasion to write to you again regarding

                                    the behaviour of your daughter Kitty,

                                    tho we always make allowances for the natural exuberance of our

                                    school leavers, I am afraid despite numerous warnings Kitty's behaviour

                                    has worsens if anything,

                                    I would hate to see a young girl with your daughters potential lose

                                    her job,

                                    as you are aware we ignored the fact that Kitty's academic record was

                                    less than we normally expect of our junior sales assistants,

                                    we took into account Kitty's bubbly outgoing personality and obvious


                                    therefore I hope you can speak to your daughter about this matter

                                    I look forward to Kitty having a long and successful career at Brentwoods.

                                                                                                                             Yours Nancy Kelly.

                            Molly"! mum spoke sharply, fetch the strap from the airing cupboard please,

not the strop she added,

Molly paled, mum wasn't going to use the strap on her teenage daughter, 

she unhooked the thick brown leather belt from the nail,

kitty was visibly shocked, since she had left school her mum had refrained from spanking her,

was she now to face her comeuppance,

mum you can't hit me with that she said a catch in her voice,

upstairs now mum hissed, Kitty complied with alacrity,

take that upstairs Molly, mum said briskly, please mum not the belt, don't back chat me Molly,

do as I tell you, we don't need any more teenage rebels in this family,

Molly ran up stairs to the bedroom she shared with her big sister,

I begged mum not to hit you she said, her sisters eyes were on the belt she held loosely in her right

hand, I know moll  thanks but I've brought it on myself, you have indeed, mum said as she strode into

the room,

Molly sit she indicated the single bed

her youngest did as she was told, still holding the leather belt,

you she addressed kitty put that chair there she indicated a spot on the floor,

stand there she pointed to a position behind the chair,

I'm not wasting any more breath talking to you, I'm going to do what I should have done weeks ago,

bend over and grip the front of the seat,

Kitty obeyed affording her sister a view of her pantie clad bottom,

lets get these stupid things off, she gripped the waistband of her daughter's fashionable tights and

yanked them down to the teenager feet,

Molly please she held her hand out, Molly held out the belt, mum folded it in half hefting it a couple

of times  right Kitty don't move understand, yes mum, a muffled tearful reply,

thwack!  arrrrgggghhh! Kitty yelped, Mum lashed the belt down a second time landing on the centre

of her daughters well rounded bottom, Kitty squealed thwack! again the folded belt stuck her pantie

clad bottom, and again  until the teenage rebel had received six terrific spanks with the belt, she was

surprised her daughter, had remained in position, she would have been out the door after three,

her rebellious teenager was obviously made of sterner stuff,

she adjusted her stance aimed for the left cheek rather than the whole of Kitty's bottom as she had

with the first six,

connecting with the area of skin left bare by the skimpy panties, eliciting a high pitched scream,

she'd felt that one alright mum thought, 

she prepared to administer the same treatment to the right buttock,

mum I feel sick her youngest suddenly cried she looked ashen, quick run to the bathroom then go

down stairs and watch telly, turn it up loud she said laughing,

she turned once more to kitty, her teenage daughter was sobbing loudly,

she lashed the belt down on the exposed area of bare skin,

another shriek of pain from her daughter,

Kitty was sobbing, moaning, snatches of words, please, mum, sorry, no, no, mum please,

I haven't finished with you by a long chalk my girl, mum mutter aloud,

dragging the sobbing young woman off the chair she laid  Kitty face down on the bed,

she then began lashing the leather belt down on her daughters bottom, not stopping until she had

dished out ten or twelve ferocious whacks,

her daughters face in the pillow muffled her increasingly desperate cries for mercy,

I'll put a stop to her wearing these indecent skirts she thought and lashed the belt down repeatedly on

the back of her daughters bare thighs, the shrieks could be heard not only next door but in the next


she was in a frenzy, preparing to commence once more on Kitty's bottom,

she felt a tug on her cardigan sleeve, mum, mum, please the neighbours are knocking,

banging the wall, they're ringing the police,

she looked at her daughters tearful little face, oh ok go and put the kettle on,

she stood in the doorway and surveyed her daughters legs her backside would be ten times worse

she was satisfied with her nights work,

she savoured her cuppa, the neighbours must have knocked hard she said staring at young Molly,

oh! um yes they did, Molly stammered, yes very hard indeed, considering they're spending a weekend

at the coast,

Molly hung her head blushing, unlike her elder sister lying didn't come easily,

normally lying to me would earn you a spanking, standing she pulled Molly to her feet and landed a

terrific spank on her daughters mini-skirted bottom,

but under the circumstances I'll let that suffice, now refill our teacups please,

we can watch the late film together you'll get no sleep while she is moaning and groaning,

she nodded at the ceiling.



Mrs.Kellys office  Monday morning,

did your mum speak to you? speak! she took my dads old leather belt to my backside,

oh I'm sorry to hear that,  no I'm not she thought I hope she thrashed the impudent little madam,

so  you're  going to be a good little girl from now on?  yes miss, the teenager replied,

I'm sorry you got into trouble, well I brought it on my self I've learnt a bitter lesson,

Kitty said quietly,

go and report to miss delgatty,she will decide what counter you can be on to day,

oh! shes back thought you was sacked ? no last warning,whats the long skirt cat died,

no its to cover the bruises, bruises? yes my mum took the belt to my backside and the back of my legs,

so you can laugh at me if you want,  well cant blame your mum youvre been a right cow,

a proper little madam,

well from today I'm the best behaved lass in the shop,

Kitty can you come with me please,  third floor one of the girls called as they walked away,

they've got some new leather belts in the mens department,

now, now girls that's enough,  Miss Delgatty said grinning.

Monday, 5 December 2016




                                         A LESSON FOR LUCIA.                                     

A mum disciplines her teenage daughter.


the slim teenagers bottom was still sore, as she pulled on her white cotton briefs and stepped in to the

hated knee length navy blue school skirt,

after the terrific spanking she had received on Sunday evening she was not going to defy her mum,

crisp white blouse, stripey tie, white knee socks and stout black lace ups completed her unfashionable



What's the hullabaloo? the deputy headmistress asked the headmistress, oh! its Sonia  McKinnon,

her mums sent her to school in a knee length skirt,

and the mini-skirters find it hilarious,

well more power to Mrs Mckinnon the deputy said, the way some of the fourth formers dress is


well we could try and enforce the uniform code, how did you manage at your last school, oh we had a

 basic uniform skirt blouse and tie, it was a very poor area and as long as they made an effort,

we were happy,

we helped out from school funds if one of the mums was struggling to afford a skirt or what

have you,

the few  better off parents would donate some really decent clobber which we could dish out,

what about discipline well the rules were the same as here, girls could be smacked by hand on

the back of the their bare legs or their clothed bottom or slippered on their bottoms,

the cane was held as a last resort,

this to be carried out in private by a senior female teacher,

its time we took back control of the school the headmistress said determinedly,

I'm going to send out a letter telling, reminding  the parents of the uniform, navy blue knee length

skirt, white blouse school tie and white knee socks, and black lace ups don't forget,

it can commence at the start of the new term,

the letter was sent out also underlining that failure to adhere to the uniform code could result in girls

being subject to corporal punishment, the parameters were laid out as the deputy had related to the



the trendy mod schoolgirls were shocked, well they can stuff that for a game of soldiers was a

common cry,

the parents as a whole were in agreement, just do as you're told was the frequent comment,

a group of fourth formers had got together, " we won't follow wot no daft rules say" they agreed,

on Monday after half term ninety five per cent of the schoolgirls had adhered to the correct uniform,

on Tuesday morning the five girls still wearing extremely short mini-skirts were called to the

deputy's study,

look girls I realise you like to be fashionable, but please follow the school uniform rules,

out of school you can dress as your mums allow and you will be leaving soon,

why blot your copy books,

one of the girls suddenly blurted out "I'm sorry miss I'll wear a longer skirt tomorrow"

me too miss two of the others chorused,

they were given a venomous look by Lucia the ring leader, ok you three, back to your classes,

well you two, Belinda was to afraid to upset her best pal, she remained silent,

I will see you both tomorrow then she dismissed them,

to be honest Belinda felt uneasy being one of a handful wearing really short skirts,

next morning, Belinda had already told Lucia that she was going to conform, "my mums been


 at me about it, I don't want my dads belt on my backside, the beast gave me three whacks on the

back of my legs last year and it killed", that's ok thanks for coming this far with me,

Lucia said grinning ruefully,

well girls? miss I'm going to wear longer skirts from Monday if that's ok, yes it is Belinda I'm glad

you've seen sense,

but the deputy interjected you are still due punishment for your defiance so far,

she tapped a large plimsoll on the palm of her left hand, the pretty teenager gulped at the sight,

but managed to speak, yes miss Belinda said,

the head-mistress was surprised at the announcement of the schoolgirls impending slippering,

but didn't want to undermine her colleague,

bend over the desk Belinda" the Deputy Headmistress ordered the nervous schoolgirl,

she quickly complied, wanting to get it over with and get out of the heads study as soon as she could,

she bent over the desk her panties on display, thwack! thwack! six hard whacks with the gym shoe,

the plump teenager yelped with shock and pain. stand up she was crying, sobbing softly her bottom

was on fire she hadn't realised a slippering could be so bad,

Belinda go and freshen up in the cloakroom then return to your class, yes miss she said thru her


Lucia go to your class we will meet here on Monday morning to discuss what to do with you,

yes miss the slim attractive dark haired teenager said quietly,

well I don't know what to do? I don't want to expel a girl of such potential, oh! don't worry head' I'll

give her a dose of the cane on  Monday she'll soon conform,

well I hope so ,


Well Lucia, you're here again and still disobeying uniform regulations, the headmistress intoned,

 the slim dark haired schoolgirl mealy shrugged,head bowed she stared at the carpet,

her white blouse was undone at the top button, no tie and her usual micro mini-skirt,

bare legged and wearing oxblood sandals,

Lucia your one of the nicest girls in the school, intelligent,  one of the few from this school who will

be doing A.levels,

why oh why can't  you just follow the rules? why you say I'm good at the work so who cares what I


Lucia you must learn that in life one can't do as one pleases,

we have contacted your mum she has consented to you receiving corporal punishment in fact she

strongly approves, huh! she would the teenage schoolgirl said sullenly.

therefore you will receive twelve strokes of the cane on your bottom, the deputy headmistress


the slim teenager blanched at the severity of her proposed punishment, she bit her lower lip and held

back a tear it was so unfair she was a model pupil, did all the work required and handed in homework

on time, why couldn't the old bats leave her be,

the long bamboo cane had been produced freed from its cupboard, where it had languished in the

dark, unused, un-needed,

at last a schoolgirl bottom to lash, it would think to its self if it had a spirit, a personality,

the deputy head removed her cardigan and began rolling up her right sleeve,

Lucia was terrified, she knew even if she agreed at this late juncture she would still be punished as

had been Belinda,

no escape she would have to swallow her medicine and very unpalatable it was indeed,

oh! why  hadn't she backed down with her friend and taken a slippering,

here girl the headmistress gently guided the terrified young woman towards the oak desk.

 a space cleared,

guiding her into position, bent at the waist, fingers gripping the far edge of the highly polished wood,

her extremely short mini-skirt ridden up to expose her pantie clad bottom,

tiny lace trimmed panties didn't cover much of the teenagers well rounded bottom,

she flinched as she heard the swish of the deputy headmistress making a practice stroke,

get ready girl, the deputy headmistress'  harsh voice,

swish! thwack !ouch! the first stroke landed on the young woman's

barely covered bottom,

Lucia shrieked, that hurt much, much more than she had imagined,

swish! crack, the second stroke landed on the pretty teenagers bottom clad in her skimpy lingerie.

she yelped at the pain, how could she take twelve strokes?

thwack! again the bamboo rod cut into her tender teenage flesh,

swish! thwack! arrrggghhh! the girl could only utter guttural sounds the pain was unimaginable,

tears flowed from her eyes,

she realised she was being gently but firmly held down, the headmistress she assumed,

ouch! another agonising slash with the cane,

she felt as if her bottom was being cut in half,

the deputy head aimed lower catching a goodly amount of bare skin,

Lucia squirmed, grinding her feet into the carpet, only causing her tiny panties to slide further into

her cleft leaving even more of her shapely bottom bare,

the woman wielding the cane smiled at the sight of the red lines already visible on the teenage

schoolgirls almost bare bottom,

she would have a collection of yellow and purple bruises by the morning, she wouldn't sit

comfortably for some time,

every time her bottom made contact with the hard wooden chairs in the classroom she would reflect

on her fool hardy disregard for school discipline,


at last the teenagers ordeal was over,

the headmistress helped the attractive young woman to her feet, she was shivering like a leaf,

tears fell from her red eyes, she could only gasp for air between her sobs, her nose was running,

her pretty face contorted with pain,

the deputy headmistress smiled at the sight of the once proud, confident teenage schoolgirl,

she enjoyed the sight of the ugly red weal's crisscrossing the almost bare bottom of the once arrogant

little madam, her ridiculous tiny skirt still rucked up around her waist,

"lets call an assembly and parade her in front of the girls as an example" the deputy head said,

lets not the, headmistress said firmly "all of the girls are following then correct uniform rules,

I'll take her home she can report back on Monday"

yes headmistress the disappointed deputy replied,

she had wanted to completely humiliate the little bitch.

The End.

PS.  On the following Monday Lucia returned to school wearing a white blouse her school tie neatly


a knee length navy blue skirt, white knee socks and black lace up shoes,

she had tied her long blonde hair in a ponytail,

she was pale and withdrawn, only exchanging a few quiet words with her best pal Belinda,

she gingerly eased her bottom on to the hard wooden seat of her school desk,

Belinda gave her hand a squeeze beneath the desk,

the rebellion was over.

she stood shalikilly sobbing her heart out tears flowed from her reddened eyes,

we an call an assembly of all the girls in the hall and parade Lucia in front of them on the stage as an


no! replied the headmistress at last she displayed some authority,

I'll drive her home she can report to me on Monday morning,

Friday, 25 November 2016

its a spanking for runaway,


Its a spanking for runaway.

The runaway schoolgirl,

Gabrille is home safe and sound, but nursing a very sore bottom after her relieved but angry mum put

her over her knee for a real old fashioned spanking,

the runaway teenage schoolgirl. was  shocked to be told she was going over her mums knee for

a real old fashioned spanking,

how's your bottom? oh you're the saucy one, ha well I'm still feeling sore, mum didn't arf tan my

ar., um bottom, slipper? oh no she used her cast iron hand,

will you meet Gavin when he's released, Christ no that's so yesterday she laughed,

when are you back at school?

school.ha she laughed I'm done with that tosh! kids stuff,

I've got me an agent he's gonna get me telly work,

reality stuff, mebbe towie,  your from kent so what, big deal what do they know up north,

a spread in a lads mag, tasteful not porn,

start off in my school uniform,then strip down to my panties,

topless? why not?

even mum goes topless on the beach and she has crap tits,

the well endowed teenager said grinning, they reckon I take after my nana she was well stacked,

not that granddad ever seen her with her nightie off, she sniggered,

Gabrielle was not paid for this interview.