Bad Wishing 8 The Singer
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?It's nine a.m. and this is Dougie the Dog here at WKGC, and we're back with ClaudiaLeary, better known as Claudia Canary. You're amazing, Claudia! Sixty millionalbums, four Grammy's and seven American Music Awards, and recently you werenamed best pop female vocalist at ToneFest!?
?Thanks, Dougie, you're too kind, and I couldn't have done it without thepeople who work behind me??
?Oh, no you're remarkable. My daughter has the poster for your movie, as well.But what I wanted to talk about today was the new song that's really hittingthe play lists, your hit ?Obeying Auntie?. I understand there may be yet anothermovie, Hollywood wants to do, based on this song of a rebellious girl led theright way by her strict aunt. Tell me, was this inspired by a relative of yours??
?Hah! No, my folks were very permissive?no actually by a therapist I've seenover the years??
Samuel grunted as Miss Pratt switched off the radio, turning his huge blackhead to Miss Pratt. ?So you see, you're an inspiration, Prattsie..? Miss Prattsmiled grimly and bent her whippy cane over her knee, frightening the two nakedwomen who hanging from her ceiling. ?Yeah, ain't it the truth.?
Kathy held onto the rope desperately, as Miss Pratt ruminated on. Miss Prattbent her cane, muttering about Claudia O, and the upcoming session. DespiteKathy's discomfort at having held onto the end a rope that hung from the ceilingfor nearly two hours, she couldn't believe that Claudia O was one of Miss Pratt'sclients.
Kathy looked over at poor Evelyn, also hanging from a rope. Kathy had thoughtit was horrible enough when her husband had informed her that he was throughchaining her to the ceiling for whippings. ?I want you to hold onto a ropevoluntarily, and not let go and fall off just because I'm giving you a whipping.? MasterTitus had informed her.
But of course, every time Kathy had been stripped naked and forced to hangfrom a rope connected to the ceiling of her Florida room, she'd dropped it,screaming as soon as his nasty wicker carpet sweeper had smacked her full barebuttocks.
So Titus had given Kathy a plane ticket and a sum of money, and sent her toWashington, DC to see Miss Pratt with the instructions to not return to SanAntonio until she'd been trained to hold a rope and take a full, harsh whipping.
And she'd gotten a room at a Holiday Inn, and every day she'd driven to MissPratt's for a ?group class? in Hanging, which reminded her of the Spinningand Step Aerobics classes at her spa. Thirty naked women, of varying ages andsizes, hanging onto ropes?
At first Kathy had been able to hold the rope for about five minutes, andthen she'd dropped, exhausted?her wrists burning.
But after the vicious whipping that Giselle, Miss Pratt's second-incommand had given her, Kathy had anxiously jumped back onto the rope and heldit for fifteen minutes, watching, as the other hangers did with anxiety asGiselle and Debra walked around tapping their rubber hoses, occasionally whackinga bare butt that seemed slacking.
Now Kathy could hold the rope for two hours, and even hold it when gettinga light whipping, but still, when Miss Pratt hit her with a cane or strop,Kathy tended to fall, even if her wrists were tired.
And now she and Evelyn were the only Hangers? Evelyn, the poor thing, couldhang, not letting go of the rope, and take whippings of various amounts, butMiss Pratt was testing her further, and had chained a big metal thing, a propanecylinder weighing about fifty pounds to Evelyn's feet.
So now Evelyn had to maintain her strength to hold onto the rope, and alsosupport this tank thing which appeared to be pulling her into the floor. Andmy God, Miss Pratt was going to give Evelyn a whipping!
Miss Pratt approached Evelyn, a woman in her late fifties, holding the canein one hand and a bag of clothespins in another. ?Samuel, you must understand,Claudia is my most demanding client?she's a lot of work. Hold still, Evelyn.? Puttingthe cane down, Miss Pratt reached up and began putting clothespins all overpoor Evelyn's withered breasts, one at a time.
?I can remember her calling me and FORCING me to fly to Budapest once, becauseClaudia was having a panic attack before a concert.? Miss Pratt put more clothespinson Evelyn's stomach. ?Miss Pratt, it's too much, with the tank, ma'am.? Evelynwhispered, and Miss Pratt reached up and soundly slapped her face leavingred mark across Evelyn's cheek, and the older woman began quietly sobbing.
?Shut up, Evelyn. You're a disgusting wimp. I can't believe what a ninny youare even after eight years of training. What will Kathy, our newcomer, think?Now open up your thighs, so I can get more clothespins in there.? Evelyn breathed,rolled her eyes at the goggling Kathy, and opened her thighs, and Miss Prattbegan putting clothespins all over her inner thighs and up in her shaved vaginalarea.
?When I arrived in Claudia's hotel room in Budapest, I was furious, and thefirst thing I did was throw out her entourage, all of them, makeup women, voicecoaches had to leave the room, and then I took her jeans down and whipped herwith a coat hanger that I straightened from her wardrobe.?
Miss Pratt began putting clothespins on Evelyn's wrinkled bottom?Kathy hopedthat her buttocks never got so cellulite infested that they resembled cottagecheese. Miss Pratt pulled a stepladder over, and climbed up, adding 20 moreclothespins to Evelyn's abdomen and underarms.
Finally, Miss Pratt backed off of Evelyn, and sat down again. ?You just relax,honey?enjoy the clothespins.? Miss Pratt turned to Samuel. "I know thatClaudia is your favorite client...you're such a star-fucker, so to speak."
Samuel smiled and went back to polishing the doorknob. ?You know Claudia called" hesaid "?are you going to give her an entire afternoon, tomorrow as sheasks?? Prattsie snorted. ?I don't see why, good God, it's not my fault shecan't have sessions because she's touring the world all the time, or recordingin Burbank, California. Why can't she find a fucking domme there??
Kathy watched Evelyn hang there, the clothespins and the tank obviously torturingher. Kathy noticed though, that the more she worried about Evelyn, the lessshe was concerned with her own situation, which of course was, that she hadnow been hanging from the rope for nearly three hours.
Samuel wiped the doorknob again. ?I can think of two thousand good reasonswhy you should see her this afternoon, dear. It is indeed annoying that shecalls at the last minute, but we need a new roof.? Samuel shook his massivehead. Miss Pratt grinned at him. ?Okey-dokey?I know you have tomorrow's schedulememorized, Samuel, you Caribbean genius, you??
Samuel paused in his polishing and recited:
?Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning you are seeing Dr. Nichole Plaskett,a cardiologist, who is treating your father for free, by the way. Dr. Plaskettis coming in for a Governess fantasy, and I have already arranged the largewooden hairbrush, the twin tailed School Strap, and your prim hemlined dressto be arranged in the Nursery.?
Miss Pratt nodded, and backed off, jumping up and whacking Evelyn onher right hip with the cane. Miss Pratt smiled in satisfaction as twoclothespins fell off. "What are you looking at, Missy?" Miss Prattshouted at Kathy. "Want some of this? I didn't think so." Kathy clutchedher rope and prayed.
Samuel scratched his chin, and began reciting the schedule again. ?Fromnine-fifteen to ten thirty, you will be doing aerobics with Giselle and Debra.? MissPratt slumped.
?Oh, I hate that. Ugh. Exercise.? Miss Pratt lit a Chesterfield. ?Yesmy dear, but you are at this point just squeezing into your leather corsetsthese days.? Miss Pratt stuck her tongue out at Samuel, who ignored her. ?Atten o'clock, while you are aerobicizing, Susie Huidekoper, a clothing buyerwill be coming in, and she will disrobe and I shall lock her into a cage inthe basement??
Miss Pratt wandered up to Evelyn again, and severely tweaked one of the clothespinsthat was directly on her clitoris tip. Evelyn bit her lip to keep from screaming,and Kathy saw a tiny stream of blood come from Evelyn's mouth.
Miss Pratt interrupted him. ?The dungeon, not the basement..stop calling itthat.? Samuel grimaced. ?I have worked in Bondage houses in both hemispheressince before you were born, little girl and my father before me?" MissPratt said "I didn't know eunuchs could reproduce" but she said itvery quietly. Samuel continued. "that is a basement, most certainly nota dungeon. You have a pool table in there and the boiler room is MARKED. It??
?Enough already! Susie, what about her!? Samuel smiled. ?After you've workedout and relaxed with your tea, and Susie has been crouching in the dark fora few hours, you can go down and have a session. At approximately noon,I think."
Samuel coughed. " And, Prattsie your new Kangaroo Hide DogQuirt came in the mail yesterday, and you can get a chance to try it out onher, as we broke your old dressage whip on Mrs. Oliphant last night.? MissPratt clapped her hands. ?I am so excited about my new quirt!?
?Well it's downstairs, and you will have an enjoyable morning, I think? Samuelsaid. He looked at Miss Pratt, and nodded at Evelyn, and she mouthed Oh, andjumped up, swishing her cane. She was walking over to Evelyn, when, all ofa sudden, she walked back towards the terrified Kathy.
As Miss Pratt stood in front of Kathy, Samuel kept talking.
"At two, Otillia Dervyside, the wife of an Oklahoma State SupremeCourt justice is coming...she arrives every sixty days to shop and go tothe theater. She needs electrical play, but since Claudia will be demandingthe afternoon, Giselle can handle that. I've trained her." Samuel smiled. "Butthen there is Florence." Miss Pratt looked at a name "Florence? Who's Florence?" Samuellooked up from polishing the doorknob. "She is your scholarship case...youknow...the public health microbiologist woman, you call her Rover?" Samueladmired his black gleaming face in the doorknob. "You can probably puther off, considering she is paying the reduced rate of four-fifty per hour...saynext week." Miss Pratt smiled. Samuel was much more focused on the billsthan she was...without him she didn't know where she'd be. "Debra can't take her?" Debra was a brand new worker, andMiss Pratt was quite proud of her. Debbie got on well with Giselle and knewa great deal about administering canings. "No, Debra is horsewhipping Zoe, who is a Chief FinancialOfficer of an advertising firm--"Miss Pratt held up her hand. "Enoughwith the titles, Samuel...try to be a bit less impressed with our clientele,eh?" Miss Pratt smiled. "Now let me focus on our Kathy here."Miss Pratt looked at Kathy, admiring the raven hair, the pale white skin andfull breasts. ?How are your wrists doing there, Kathy?? Kathy tried to smile. ?I'mgetting better at it, ma'am. I think Master Titus will be pleased.? Miss Prattbent her cane over her knee and then swished it through the air, and both Kathyand Evelyn winced.
?Do you think you're up for a few blows, dear?? Miss Pratt asked this in atone as if she were inquiring whether an invalid would like to have breakfastin bed. ?Oh, no not yet, ma'am?Miss Pratt, I really need some more time.?
Oh Jesus. The little bitch is going to hit me! Maybe not, if I suck up toher. Kathy was a good looking woman, but she was thirty nine, and she feltso foolish calling a twenty-eight year old ?Miss Pratt?
How Titus had found her Kathy would never know?but Miss Pratt may be flatteredenough??Miss Pratt, really, ma'am. I am just learning your methods of rope-holding,it's hard for me, ma'am."
Miss Pratt smiled kindly. "I know it's really tough for you, honey." Kathyignored Evelyn's warning look and continued her sob story.
"Yes, ma'am, I have blisters and all. I doubt I could hold on ifI got whippings yet. But your training is splendid. I thought I'd hang herefor another twenty minutes and then go get some lunch?and come back tomorrow.It's been so good for me.?
Miss Pratt grinned. ?Yeah, I bet it has?Pilates for the submissive, eh?? MissPratt lifted up the cane. WHACK!
Kathy screamed as the cane slashed her stomach. But she was still holdingonto the rope. WHACK! Miss Pratt had danced back to Kathy's butt,oooh, thathurt?but still, she'd hold on THWACK! Right on the tits. Kathy let go of therope screaming, and fell to the wood floor.
But not for long. Miss Pratt began whacking Kathy as soon as she landed flickingthe cane up and down her nude body. ?Did I tell you to let go of that rope,get the fuck back up there now!?
Kathy grabbed her breasts, sobbing, and held up a hand to ward off the blowsfrom the cane, but they kept coming.
Finally she jumped for the rope and grabbed it, just as the last of the caneslashes marked her back. Miss Pratt gave Kathy a final whack on the hip. ?Ithink I'll hold on for twenty minutes and then go get lunch.? Miss Pratt dida horribly effeminate falsetto mimick of Kathy's voice.
?Yeah, you little bitch?you'll hang here for the next hour, and thenpass the next three hours in the basement locked in the stocks while Debraworks you over!?
Kathy burst into tears, and kept hanging on.
Debra stuck her head in. ?Ma'am, there's something for you to sign.? MissPratt stood up ?Goodie?.must be my new shipment of toys from Mozambique?goodtorture stuff there?Samuel, come with.?
She turned to Evelyn and the sobbing Kathy, whose body was now covered withred welts and stripes.
?I expect both of you to continue to hang onto the ropes?if I get anyevidence that you've dropped down for a rest, there'll be hell to pay. Samuel,do the whipped cream!? As Kathy stared, Samuel picked up a can of Crazy Whipand squirted a large square under her feet, and then another square under Evelyn's.
?Now, if you drop down, I'll know about it. Remember, I'll be back in fifteenminutes.? Miss Pratt smiled like the Wicked Witch of the West, and followedSamuel out the door, shutting and locking it.
Kathy looked over at Evelyn sympathetically. The older woman looked terriblyin pain, hanging as she was from a rope that she could let go of at any time...andshit, if she fell with that propane cylinder hanging under her, she might breaka hip! And also, it must be horrible having all those clothespins hanging onher nipples, belly, armpits clitoris, buttocks and inner thighs.
"H-how are you feeling, Evelyn?" Kathy asked. Evelyn opened hereyes and smiled weakly at Kathy. "It gets better,my dear...learning tobe a tolerant sub takes time. My nipples hurt terribly, but the rest of theclothespins really don't bother me." Evelyn swung on her rope inadvertently,clutching it carefully.
"Let me amend that" she said with a rueful smile. "Myprivate parts below aren't faring too well either...but Evelyn will live!" Evelynlooked carefully at Kathy, who was none too comfortable on her own rope.
"Are your wrists holding up, dear?" Kathy looked up at her poorwrists, hanging on the rope for life itself. "Well, I shouldn't complain-hell,I don't have a fifty pound cylinder pulling me down, but yes, it's pretty hard."
Kathy grimaced. "I am wondering whether this was all worth it...butmy husband is a Dom and he ordered me to come, and I don't like to displeasehim." Kathy smiled gamely.
Kathy watched, amazed as Evelyn's elegant fuschia nails gripped the rope,and she swung a bit. "It's a good thing to have a Master that understandsyou...he must be remarkable!"
Evelyn breathed in, and several of her clothespins fluttered.
"Yes, Titus is a wonderful, caring man. I got lucky with him! WhenI discovered that he could accommodate my submissive fantasies along with beinga great guy, I was thrilled!" Kathy looked at Evelyn. "Is your Mastercounting on you to get training?"
Evelyn smiled. "No, my husband is also a submissive...I don't have aMaster, except for Miss Pratt." Kathy's jaw dropped, and she almost letgo of her rope. "Jesus, you're putting up with this rope-clutching thingfor nothing?"
Evelyn gave Kathy a look. "I want to be the best submissive I can be!If I can hold onto a rope, and spare Miss Pratt the trouble of chaining meto the ceiling when I get my discipline, it's well worth it, and well worththe eight hundred dollars an hour that I pay for training. Besides, " Evelynsmiled "I've lost weight and my normal personal trainer says my body isquite muscular now!"
Evelyn looked at Kathy severely. "So try to be more grateful foryour training...this is a big opportunity." Evelyn slipped a bit on therope, and pulled herself up. "And don't try any more sucking up to MissPratt, dear. "
Evelyn moved a hand on the rope that obviously had a big blister on it. " Beingflatterring--That never works. I know you think she's not too sharp becauseshe's so young, but Miss Pratt never really had a childhood, and became a workingdomme in her late teens. She is old beyond her years."
Kathy sighed, and tried to get more of a grip on her rope, but her wristswere becoming numb. "I know...there's so much I need to learn!"
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Amelia Marks smiled as she listened to the older woman on the other end of the phone. The lady, Celia Bellman-Winstanley, was the Head Mistress at Mercia Castle School, which was about ten miles down the road from Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Celia had been Amelia’s mentor when she had started her teaching career all those years ago and the older woman was someone who Miss Marks respected although they had little to do with one another these days.“So, Amelia. I guess that you saw what some...
Spanking“If you don’t ask – you don’t get.”That’s what Amber Fox, Amelia Marks’ secretary, kept telling herself.The thirty-two-year-old woman with the flowing red hair had been unable to get the experience of watching Amelia Marks caning those two naughty Year Eleven girls in her office out of her head. It had been a couple of weeks since Miss Marks had punished Emily Richardson and Chloe Williams in her office and a couple of weeks since she had invited her secretary to witness the girls’ punishment....
SpankingMs. Jasmine Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress in charge of student behaviour at St Katherine’s School sat behind her desk in her office in disbelief. Never in her seventeen years as a teacher, and even in her seven years as Deputy Head Mistress, had she heard anything like it. She could not believe what the young Head of Music, Miss Mulligan, had told her that morning. Even when Rebecca had presented her with overwhelming evidence that one of the teachers at St Katherine’s had been over-stepping...
SpankingZoe Vanssen sat on the leather sofa outside the Head Mistress’ office and fidgeted with her hands. She knew that she was really going to get it for what she had done in town that previous Saturday morning. The girl with the long dark hair shuffled around uneasily on the sofa as she waited to be called into Miss Marks’ office to explain her behaviour. Conduct that was unbecoming an Alannah Lawrence girl and also conduct that would probably earn her an exclusion from the prestigious school. The...
SpankingTuesday, October 20th, 1990. Just over eighteen and a half years after the event.I stared blankly at the TV. I really wasn’t focusing on the programme. In fact, I only had it on that Tuesday evening for some background noise. My husband was working a night shift and I was just relaxing after putting our three young children to bed, before heading up to bed myself later that evening. I had no idea how long I had been watching the programme for but suddenly found myself being shaken from my dream...
Spanking"Ah," said my father as I strode into the drawing room at Harthorpe Manor "Stephen, this is Miss Addiscombe." I stared, she was dressed from head to toe in black, every single thing and although she might have been regarded generally as a great beauty the evil stare with which she regaled me dismissed any such notion of beauty instantly. "Enchanted," I smiled, "Your reputation precedes you, and your beauty is indeed, ah," I paused and cast my eyes around the high ceilinged oak...
"Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted. I realised I was the one he was addressing, "Yes?" I replied. "There remains the matter of Miss Grace Harcourt." Selwyn Carruthers, father's lawyer, explained, "An annuity paid for her upkeep." "For what purpose?" I...
"Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted.I realised I was the one he was addressing, "Yes?" I replied."There remains the matter of Miss Grace Harcourt." Selwyn Carruthers, father's lawyer, explained, "An annuity paid for her upkeep.""For what purpose?" I asked."She was his whore of...
This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and (mostly) everything sissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is some sexual...
This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than most. There is sugar and spice and (mostly) everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated R, but future chapters will be rated...
Lindsay was incredibly happy with herself that evening. Not only had she managed to sneak out of school and spend time with her boyfriend, but she had been able to persuade him to buy her the pair of gorgeous shoes that she had been looking at for weeks now. All in all, a successful night for the Year Twelve girl with the shoulder-length black hair. All she needed to do now was sneak back into her bedroom without getting caught by her House Mistress and that would be the perfect end to the...
SpankingThe Head Mistress sat in her leather chair in her office listening to the lady on the other end of the telephone. Although Amelia Marks already knew about the incident that had occurred two days previously at Queen Mary’s Girls’ School, she wanted as much detail as possible before dealing with the culprits.“So, can you tell me exactly what the damage was, Mrs. Wilcox?” She asked the woman.“Well, we didn’t discover that the changing room had been damaged until first lesson yesterday morning and...
SpankingThis is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is sexual...
AUTHORS NOTE: This story is based on the excellent Ed Miller tale: "Miss Sheila DeVille's School for Wayward Boys". I really liked the concept, so I'm offering my own take. Ed gets full credit for the idea, the setting and the background characters. Ed's rules of engagement also apply here: This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If...
Miss High-heels : the story of a rich but girlish young gentleman under the control of his pretty step-sister and her auntPrivately Printed1931CHAPTER 1This story is a reminiscence, a fond recollection of my colourful days as a youth. I can safely say (with the clarity of hindsight) that my youth was extraordinary. My upbringing was unlike any other young man knew at the time, and to this day, many years later, I have yet to meet a soul whose story can compare with mine in its bizarre nature.My...
Friday June 4th, 2027The diminutive blonde-haired eighteen-year-old sat nervously on the expensive leather sofa in reception. She still couldn’t quite believe the way that her Form Mistress had reacted that morning and, now, here she was sitting awaiting a meeting with Miss Marks, the Head Mistress. It was so unfair. Others had done far worse things during her near seven years at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College, but it seemed to her that her teachers and her House Mistress had marked her card a...
Spanking"No!" Miss Harcourt cried, "For gods sake No!" as I levelled Mr Cambridge's antique duelling pistol to aim not at Mr Simon Harcourt's head but instead the imaginary spot eight inches above his head whereby the ball would drill a third hole in direct line with his eye sockets. "Why should I spare him?" I demanded, "He has wounded me with his tongue and now his piece." "He, he is young and foolish," she shouted, "And noble in defending my honour!" I held the piece...
This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than most. There is candy and spice and (mostly) everything sissy- nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated R, but future chapters will be rated X....
Preface: One of the all-time great, classic TV-stories is Miss High- Heels. It was first published - as far as I can trace it - by the famous Select Biblioth?que in Sceaux (France) about 1929 as the translation of a work by a British author whose name was given as "Sir O. T**". Actually it was not really a translation, but a very freely adapted French version of the original English text. Later two more works by the same author (but now his initials were given as C. F.) were published...
Lauren Dickson packed her things into her sports bag before checking that she had everything and turning her attention to her handbag. She smiled as she found her mobile phone and car keys which were lying under her collection of cards, makeup, tissues and other items. She closed the zip on the bag and placed it over her right shoulder. Lauren picked up her sports bag in her right hand and walked out of the staff changing room, turning and locking the door with her key. The young PE Mistress...
SpankingMISS AMINA THE TAROT READER By Audrey [email protected] (C) 2016 June 15 All Rights Reserved AUTHOR'S NOTE: Permission is granted to post this story on any free archive for transgender or transformation stories, such as Fictionmania. This story contains adult material that is not suitable for young audiences. It also contains themes that some readers may find sensitive, including alcoholism, depression, and suicide. Please bear these in mind before reading. This is also a long...
Amelia Marks stood staring out of the large window in her office. The lady with the dark-hair, neatly tied in a bun, smiled as she watched the late summer sunshine rising in the blue sky and begin to cover the new Sixth Form building and the extensive playing fields and sports pitches beyond that. The new Head Mistress at the exclusive, fee-paying Alannah Lawrence Girl’s College closed her eyes and stood day-dreaming for a few moments before she turned her attention back to what she needed to...
Spanking“Lucy Cardwell.” Pauline Manson smiled to herself as she sat in her armchair by the fire on that dark, cold, winter’s afternoon in January.That was the name of the tall, slim girl with the long, flowing black hair that she had been thinking about that day.She involuntarily shuffled around on her comfortable chair, feeling a twinge of excitement as she thought back to 1971. It had been her probationary year as a young teacher and she had met the lovely Lucy Cardwell, who had been the first girl...
SpankingLisa looked at Miss Sanders with horrified, young blue eyes. Her teacher was standing over her naked body with a long, sinister whip that dangled to the floor. Several teasing passes had been made along the inside of her thighs, and one, cruel blow had administered a searing, red welt across her backside. Now Miss Sanders was about to add a special surprise for the precocious girl. ‘It made me faint when I first experienced it,’ said the teacher. ‘What?’ There was a...
Lisa looked at Miss Sanders with horrified, young blue eyes. Her teacher was standing over her naked body with a long, sinister whip that dangled to the floor. Several teasing passes had been made along the inside of her thighs; and one, cruel blow had administered a searing, red welt across her backside. Now Miss Sanders was about to add a special surprise for the precocious girl. "It made me faint when I first experienced it," said the teacher. ...
Love StoriesThis is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a (mostly) softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and everything sissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy milk-sop behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present. This chapter is rated X, as there is...
Well I’ll never forget Miss Burns, that’s for sure. Not for as long as I live! You have to remember that this took place back in the mid 1960’s. As a sixteen year old schoolboy I and my mates had the usual sexual urges, which were very much frustrated for us. We had no internet, no mobile phones, no hardcore porn readily available. My small group of friends were not the types who were popular with girls, we were what you call “nerdy” these days. We were keen consumers of the kind of soft-core...