Assistance required

I have recently taken up the position of Head of Business Studies at the local girls’ school having been working as a teacher within the school for 4 years and really enjoy the job because all of the girls are really bright. I teach across all of the business subjects but particularly enjoy my 5th form economics class which contains 26 girls. One Thursday afternoon towards the end of the Christmas term they are in a particularly boisterous mood from the start and I’ve already had to dish out a few sets of lines to try and calm them down but it hasn’t really had the desired effect. I know that there will be trouble when I have to leave the class alone to take an important phone call and as I turn back into the corridor about fifteen minutes later I can hear a general commotion emanating from my classroom. As luck would have it Heather, the Headgirl in the school, was walking along the corridor in the opposite direction and she was on a double free period.

‘I knew that there would be trouble when I left my class to get on with their work without supervision’ I said to Heather when she asked what was going on, ‘I’ve already given out lines so the next stage is the tawse and cane. Would you like to help me in disciplining my class?’ I ask knowing that it is still nominally one of Heather’s responsibilities but to do it she has to jump through so many hoops that it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

‘Yes please’ Heather says with a smile on her face. We stand silently outside of the door for a couple of minutes until there is a burst of girlish giggling from the classroom. Only Emily saw us entering the room as she had stood up from the group that was crowded round Anita’s desk obviously engrossed in something that was on the desk.

‘Oh shit’ was Emily’s less than ladylike response and this caused everyone to look up and I saw Anita scrambling to get something into her desk but she wasn’t quick enough so I just held my hand out waiting for her to give me the offending article. It was a pornographic magazine so I immediately confiscated it and threw it in my bin.

‘I’m not even going to bother asking who the magazine belongs to. Since you have all obviously been looking at it you will all receive equal punishment and Heather is here to help me administer the punishment’ I say to a silent class for the first time today. I hand Heather a tawse and a cane which are heavier than the implements she was given as Headgirl and another smile flickers across her face. I take two chairs from the front row and place them at the front of the room with the backs facing the audience who I can see are all looking suitably nervous particularly as they now realise that Heather will be taking a very direct part in the punishment.

‘Line up in front of the blackboard girls’ I say and watch them troop out dejectedly knowing that they are in for a very painful few minutes.

‘Six with the tawse over the knickers first’ I say for the benefit of the girls as much as for Heather although she is delighted because any punishments she could give were over the skirt only. I called the first two girls forward and instructed them to bend over the back of the chair with their hands on the seat. This would allow the waiting girls to see the facial reactions as the punishments were administered. As the girls were walking forward they both headed for Heather’s chair thinking that this would be an easier option but only one of them could get there so the girl who had been second in line had to step over to my chair. Heather followed my lead in raising her girl’s skirt onto her back and she then raised the tawse holding it in position for a second. I was watching Heather and could see the look of concentration on her face as she focused on the target in front of her. She swished the tawse down hard into the target and it landed with a sharp crack that dispelled any notion that being punished by her would be easier. The gasp that this first stroke drew from Heather’s girl was soon matched by the one that came from my girl. Heather looked across at me for reassurance and I was happy to give it to her.

‘Carry on in your own time Heather’ I said and she did it. Five more times the tawse cracked home on both girls and they were then sent to stand at the end of the line with their skirts still raised but this time facing the wall. I called forward the next two girls and tellingly they just walked to the nearest chair without trying to get to Heather first. I concentrated on punishing the girls that were in front of me but could hear that Heather lost none of her strength as the tawsings carried on and this was impressive because many of the teachers weren’t as proficient as she was. Soon enough all of the girls were back standing in front of the wall.

‘That punishment was for your rowdiness throughout the lesson and for disobeying my instruction to work quietly when I left the room. You will now be punished for looking at a pornographic magazine’ I say and three of the girls turn round to look at me with shock obviously thinking that their punishment was over.

‘Heather did any of the girls try to disrupt your punishment? I asked.

‘Only a couple of them when they put their hands back after a stroke’ Heather answered.

‘Well in that case you can call those girls up first and give them twelve strokes of the cane over the knickers. Emily, Anita and Mary you will also receive twelve strokes over the knickers for turning round before permission was granted to do so. The rest of you will receive six strokes of the cane over the knickers, should there be any repeat of either offence in the future then the punishments will be on the bare bottom. Now turn round and face us’ I say and all of the girls turn round. Before she started the punishment Heather picked up the cane and gave it a couple of hearty swishes through the air and some of the girls flinched with this.

‘Emily you will step forward’ I said.

‘Janet you will step forward’ Heather said immediately after me.

Again I watched Heather’s first stroke of the cane and just as with the tawse she was very capable so none of the girls would receive a significantly easier time from her. Not one of the girls avoided shedding a few tears during the caning and these continued when they were standing facing the wall after their punishment had been completed. The punishments had taken up most of the lesson time so it was only for a few minutes that they had to go and sit down but they all did so rather gingerly.

‘Thank you for your assistance Heather. Girls you will also thank Heather for punishing you’ I say and they all do it politely obviously fearing what would happen to them if they didn’t do it.

‘Girls as you have wasted all of your lesson time you will complete the work you were supposed to do as homework and hand it in first thing tomorrow morning’ I said and I wasn’t surprised to find out later in the day that they had all been very quiet in their last class of the afternoon and it didn’t surprise me either that 26 perfect pieces of work were handed to me the following morning. Heather handed back my tawse and cane once the girls had been dismissed.

‘Thank you for allowing me to assist you with the punishment Mr Smith. I will go and get my stuff from the library and will see you back here for my own economics class shortly’ Heather says and I’d actually forgotten that she would be in my next class. The sixth form economics class that Heather is part of is an absolute dream to teach because they are all so willing to work and they ask so many questions to get to grips with the subject that it keeps me on my toes as a teacher. It is very rare for any member of this class to require punishment so it is quite a surprise when Heather remains behind at the end of the lesson.

‘I presume that you have been practising with your tawse and cane just in case you get the chance to use them because you are more proficient with them than some of the teachers’ I say before Heather has a chance to say anything to me.

‘Thank you, yes I have been practising on some pillows in my bedroom at home but I have to say the real thing is so much better. I just hope that I get the opportunity to experience it again this year’ Heather answers.

‘Well if you do then the girl will know that she has been properly punished. Now you obviously remained behind for a reason so what is it?’ I asked.

‘I was on my way to the library to do the preparation for your class when you saw me walking down the corridor and gave me a better option so I feel that I deserve to be punished for failing to prepare for the lesson last night when I went to the cinema instead’ Heather said very quietly.

‘Your honesty is very commendable Heather because there was nothing in your performance that would have revealed your lack of preparation however since you have admitted it I will punish you in the same way as we punished the class earlier’ I answered. Heather picked up one of the chairs and placed it in the centre of the room before bending her tall frame very elegantly over it. I lifted Heather’s skirt up and was very surprised when she reached back and lowered her knickers.

‘Because I am the Headgirl and should know better my punishment should be on the bare bottom’ Heather said. I have never had the opportunity to punish Heather before and I’m sure that very few of the other teachers have either because she has always been a model pupil so this was going to be very interesting. It was a heavy tawse that had been used on the earlier class and I picked this up again and rested it across Heather’s bottom. I gave her exactly the same weight of stroke as I’d given the earlier class and apart from the odd gasp and sway of her bottom Heather took them without a fuss even though her bottom had taken on the hue of an over-ripe tomato by the time the sixth stroke had been delivered.

‘As you have said you are the Headgirl of this school and should know better than to turn up for lessons unprepared so you will receive the full twelve strokes of the cane’ I say while tapping it across Heather’s bottom.

‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’ she answers taking a tighter hold on the chair. Heather counts off each of the strokes with her voice getting softer and softer as each stinging stroke bites into her bottom and then for the last one I give it a good bit harder so that Heather will remember this punishment for a long time to come. There is a real yelp after this one and I see Heather tensing up all of the muscles in her legs letting me know that she has really felt it.

‘Twelve thank you Sir’ Heather says with a real quiver in her voice.

‘Your punishment is complete Heather. You may stand up and rub your bottom if you wish’ I say and as soon as I’ve finished speaking Heather gets to her feet and takes hold of her bottom before running her hands slowly over the striped skin.

‘Thank you Sir I needed that’ Heather says before pulling up her pants, lowering her skirt and walking out of the room.

Troublemaker tamed

I have gained an unfair and unfortunate reputation for being a troublemaker in the schools I have attended because I am naturally intelligent and this causes work for the teachers and sees me being targeted by the other pupils as a swot. I am regularly picked on because of this and I have learnt that the only way to counteract this is by fighting back so I am regularly involved in fights at school and have been expelled from a few schools because of this. I was expelled from my current school for fighting again having reacted to getting stamped on during a game of rugby but given my reputation I knew that when I had to visit the Headmistress I wouldn’t be getting a second chance like everyone else in the school would have. My parents had warned me that if I was expelled from another school then I would be sent to Glenalmond which had a reputation for being capable of ‘reforming even the worst behaved boys’ and girls’ as the advertising went. No questions were asked about how they did this and as soon as my parents were called to the school I knew where I would be ending up.

Glenalmond is entirely staffed by women as I discovered when I arrived and they all looked remarkably severe in what appeared to be a uniform of long black skirts and pristine white blouses. Their hair was either cut short or tightly-tied back adding to the generally austere appearance of the school and the staff. What made this even worse was that the school was set in the middle of the countryside with little sign of habitation for miles around in any direction. A cane was carried at all times by every member of staff and even the most minor infractions of the rules resulted in a caning on the bare bottom and the minimum was six strokes. If you have been caned during a lesson then you are immediately sent to stand in the corridor outside of the classroom for ten minutes with the marks of your caning openly displayed for anyone to see.

In this period of reflection as it was called anyone who did see the marks was entitled to spank your bare bottom with their hand or a leather paddle and this included pupils as well as prefects and staff. I quickly discovered that it was both an accepted and expected part of the regime that you would receive lots of spanks during this period as prefects and teachers patrolled the corridors whenever they were not in a class. Because of my reputation I seemed to be punished during every class for the first few weeks of my time at Glenalmond but this was probably true of every new pupil as the school tried to burn an imprint on your mind from the very start.

Very quickly I had decided that I’d had enough of this regime and as it was a boarding school I decided that I was going to escape much like breaking out of a prison because that was what I felt the school was. I had no great difficulty getting out of the school but because the area was so remote there was nowhere to hide and within an hour of being discovered missing I was caught by a small search party led by two of the senior teachers of the school. On being recaptured I was marched straight back to the school and taken straight to the office of the Headmistress.

‘You are certainly not the first person who has tried to escape the school and no doubt you will not be the last. So far no-one has every succeeded in the attempt and we never carry out these punishments in public to act as a deterrent because we like people to try and escape. We like this because escapees receive particularly severe punishments’ the teacher who was marching me back to the school told me very cheerfully.

No questioning took place when I entered the Headmistresses office instead I was simply stripped of my school uniform and secured over the whipping horse to await the arrival of the Headmistress herself. It wasn’t too long before the Headmistress entered the office and without saying anything she picked up the birch that had been prominently placed in front of the horse. As soon as she took this away it was replaced by another one from the large collection that the school had which seemed to suggest that this one would be completely destroyed by what I was going to receive. This frightened me but it didn’t surprise me in the least.

I expected to be told how many strokes I was going to receive before the punishment commenced but I didn’t even receive this information which made it very difficult to prepare myself mentally for what was going to happen. My bottom was already bearing a fair share of marks from my first few weeks in the school so when the first stroke of the birch was given with the full force of the Headmistresses arm having also taken a step forward into the stroke to give it further venom it stung like a bastard. A very definite pause was left before the second stroke was delivered allowing me to fully appreciate the pain of the first stroke and to frighten me about what else was going to come my way. Each and every stroke was brutal and while it was bad across the central portion of my bottom where most of the marks from previous punishments were it was utterly hellish when it was delivered to the top part of my thighs and I discovered these were definitely within the target area defined by the Headmistress. I had been counting the strokes and we had reached forty before the Headmistress stepped in front of me and I watched her toss the remains of the birch into the wastepaper basket.

‘Look at me boy! Will you try to escape again?’ I was asked by the Headmistress in a very forceful tone of voice.

Stubbornness has always been one of my faults and I was also very tough both of which probably contributed to my reputation. They certainly contributed to my response to the question posed by the Headmistress.

‘Yes!’ I responded very tartly.

I didn’t know quite what to expect at this point but it certainly wasn’t what happened. The Headmistress and the two teachers left the room with me still secured over the whipping horse. Thirty minutes later all three of them returned to the room and this time one of the teachers picked up the birch and yet again another one was put in its place in front of the horse. This particular teacher was left handed so she worked from the opposite side to the Headmistress and she was equally vicious with the punishment. Because of working from the opposite side it seemed a lot worse as my left hand side hadn’t taken anything like as much punishment in my time at the school so it was nearer to virgin flesh again. I tried to keep count again but was not able to do it because sometimes the strokes came very quickly together and other times they were given with pauses between them so my concentration was shattered by the random nature of the punishment. Eventually though the teacher came and stood in front of me and I noticed her birch was just as destroyed as the Headmistresses one had been.

‘Look at me boy! Will you try to escape again?’ I was asked by the teacher.

‘Yes!’ I replied again albeit without the same amount of outright defiance in my voice as the first time I was asked the question.

Again I found myself being left alone to reflect on my failed escape attempt and the pain that it was causing me. After a further half-hour period the three of them returned again and the teacher who had not yet had a chance to punish me picked up the birch which again was replaced. It was another right handed teacher but she worked almost exclusively on my upper thighs and the lower portion of my bottom drawing screams from me with every stroke and by the end of it I was pleading with them to end the punishment but this did not happen until again the birch was completely used up.

‘Look at me boy! Will you try to escape again?’

‘No’ I responded this time in a very cowed voice.

The Headmistress then stepped in front of me again.

‘You will now request a final birching from us. Should you refuse to do so then we will simply repeat this whole process until you do request the final birching for trying to escape’ she said.

I almost refused to ask for this birching but the thought of another three birchings of this magnitude was too much to bear.

‘Please will you birch me so that I do not make another escape attempt’ I asked very nervously.

‘It will be our pleasure’ the Headmistress responded ‘You must realise that any escape attempt is futile and you must also learn that the rules of the school are to be obeyed at all time. We never fail to turn out an obedient and compliant boy or girl and you will be no different’.

Miss Hunter

On Sunday 5th July I had a wonderful filming session with the very talented Professional Disciplinarian Miss Hunter for her website. I had seen Miss Hunter some time ago to explore my interests in corporal punishment but I had never filmed with her so when I saw the casting call on her blog I responded and was delighted when Miss Hunter responded positively inviting me along and giving me an outline of the scenario that she wanted to film.

This was a very interesting scenario for me because it included many elements of Female Domination, humiliation and corporal punishment that appealed to me. I was very nervous before the session but as soon as I saw Miss Hunter these nerves dissipated because she put me at ease and then the scenario started and Miss Hunter is very skilled at role play. This scenario included very hard hand and bottom strapping. Hand strapping and tawsing is one of my particular favourites and being on my knees looking up at Miss Hunter before she delivered the first stroke of the tawse was awesome as she seemed so powerful standing above me in her uniform with the tawse adding even more potency to this image. After a few with the tawse Miss Hunter changed to an imposing black strap which she then used on my bottom before returning to my hands for the end of the filming.

A second film was shot and this was a caning film including a run-up caning which was a completely new experience for me. It was amazing to feel this and Miss Hunter retained her accuracy perfectly before the filming ended with a more traditional caning which was very hard but a delight to feel.

It was an exciting and very enjoyable afternoon.

The Games Mistress

My school had a long standing reputation for excellence on the rugby field having regularly won leagues and cup competitions within Scotland but in my time at the school this had all but disappeared and our team normally found itself towards the bottom of the league. This did not set very well with the Governors of the school and they decided that they wanted to re-establish our pre-eminence in this area so they brought in a new coach for the team in the form of Miss Bradley who was a young New Zealander who had played rugby at an international level and who held both a teaching and coaching qualification. To assist Miss Bradley they also decreed that from the start of the following school year all pupils would be required to undertake two hours of physical education regardless of what year of school they were in.

I was going to be caught by this at the start of my fourth year at school and was absolutely dreading it because I had a real hatred of exercise in any form and particularly team sports as I was generally very quiet and fairly shy. As a consequence of my lack of exercise and snacking far too much I was pretty overweight and the thought of having to undergo two hours of physical education a week terrorised me. My physical education class was timetabled for a Monday morning and I couldn’t think of a worse way to start the week although at least it did mean that I missed the first week because we always started back at school on a Tuesday. From speaking to others it was clear that regardless of whether you were a rugby player or not the physical education classes would be taken up with rugby training.

In my first class with Miss Bradley she concentrated on some of the core rugby skills of kicking, catching, passing and tackling and to my great surprise I discovered that I was surprisingly good at all of these but then for the last quarter of the lesson Miss Bradley moved onto fitness with running round the rugby pitches and by the time I had gotten up the length of one pitch I was totally knackered and lagging well behind at the end of the class. None of this had escaped the keen eye of Miss Bradley although I had hoped that it would as she always seemed to have her eyes focussed on other members of the class.

Very stupidly I decided that I was going to skip the class the following week and as it took place immediately after morning break I slipped out of the school grounds towards the end of break but was caught by Miss Bradley who unluckily for me just happened to be walking up the street at the time.

‘What are you doing Ken?’ Miss Bradley asks very directly.

‘I have a dental appointment in town I respond’ even more stupidly because I was only compounding my truancy with lies.

‘Well let me see your permission slip then’

‘I didn’t have a chance to get one this morning’ I answered hoping to get away with it.

‘You know perfectly well Ken that without a permission slip you are not allowed to be off of the school premises during the school day and there is no way that you would not have had a chance to get one this morning because all classes are asked at registration if anyone requires one. Is it not actually the case that you were playing truant to avoid my physical education class, which you have next?’

I realised that the game was up and I could only respond with a very timid, ‘Yes Miss Bradley’.

‘In that case Ken you will come with me and we will deal with this immediately.’ To ensure my compliance Miss Bradley grabbed me by the arm and frogmarched me straight to her office.

‘Touch you toes’ was the next barked command and I could barely get my hands beyond my knees much to the obvious disgust of Miss Bradley.

‘I want you back in this office in five minutes in your sports kit. Is that understood?’ Miss Bradley says sharply as I hesitate.

‘Yes Miss Bradley’ I respond and scurry off to obey.

I return to Miss Bradley’s office just inside the time limit and am confronted by the frightening sight of Miss Bradley purposefully flexing a cane.

‘Drop your shorts then bend over as far as you can’ I am instructed.

Seeing the cane inspired immediate obedience in me and I waited for what seemed like an absolute age for whatever was going to happen. I felt Miss Bradley tapping the cane across my tightly stretched pants and then I heard the cane descending at speed to connect with my bottom. It landed with a loud crack and left an immediate line of heat on my bottom where it had connected. I gave a yelp of surprise and shock at the intensity of the pain that it had caused.

Seconds later the second stroke arrived and if anything this was even harder and drew a further yelp from me and I rose slightly from my position.

‘You will stay exactly where you are until I tell you that you can move’ Miss Bradley says.

Four more times the cane bit into my bottom and each time it felt like it was trying to split me in two and by the sixth I felt like I would never be able to sit comfortably again and I certainly was not looking forward to the physical education class.

‘Ken that caning was for lying to me. You will return to the gym for detention this evening for trying to play truant. Now get yourself to the gym and wait for the start of the class.’ Miss Bradley said and as I walked to the gym I cursed at my stupidity both for trying to play truant and for lying to Miss Bradley.

Again we were put through a rugby training session in the class and I found that every movement that I made during the class reminded me very sharply of the caning that I had recently received as my pants seemed to be even tighter now than they had been when I’d been bent over in Miss Bradley’s office and they certainly irritated the stripes as I moved.

I spent the rest of the day absolutely dreading the detention because I expected a further caning so I looked decidedly miserable when I was waiting in the gym for the arrival of Miss Bradley. This certainly wasn’t helped when Miss Bradley breezed into the gym looking very happy although I did notice that she wasn’t holding the cane which cheered me up a little bit.

‘Ken I have seen how well you have handled and kicked the rugby ball in the last two classes not to mention how natural you are at tackling so from next term you are going to be an integral part of my rugby team. However it goes without saying that you will be of no earthly use to me in your current physical condition and for someone so young it is an absolutely appalling state to be in. I am therefore taking it upon myself to make you the fittest and strongest boy in the team and also the school which will be of great benefit to your health generally. You will be in detention every evening after school until you reach this goal.’

As this lecture from Miss Bradley sunk in to my brain my happiness at not seeing a cane dissipated and I almost wished she would have given me any number of cane strokes instead of this. This feeling only got worse when the detention itself starts because it consists of running and nothing else. This was sometimes around the perimeter of the rugby pitch and sometimes in shorter more concentrated bursts within the pitch. Within twenty minutes of this I felt like I was gasping my last breath and the sweat was running down me but Miss Bradley did not let up on me one bit constantly chiding me into greater effort. It was an hour long detention and by the end of it I didn’t think I would be able to walk properly again such was the agony coming from my legs and lungs.

Miss Bradley then makes things even worse by taking me home and explaining to my mother what it is she is going to do with me and why I will be in detention every night. At least Miss Bradley didn’t mention anything about the truancy or caning that she had given me which I was thankful for because I would have probably gotten another one from my mother. But it was just typical of the day that I’d had that my mother wholeheartedly supported what Miss Bradley wanted to do to me and even went as far as to ask her to draw up a suitable diet to back up the regime. I shot my mum an evil glare at this point but said nothing hoping that I would still be able to snack whenever I was not at home.

For the next eight weeks my detentions consisted of running, more running and then finally some more running and I absolutely detested them because Miss Bradley drove me to the point of absolute exhaustion every night even making me physically sick at times. I absolutely hate Miss Bradley at this point and she knows it very well but it really does not bother her in the least and indeed if I let it become too obvious during a detention or a class then she simply finishes the detention by taking her cane to my bare bottom. I am also caned if Miss Bradley decides that I am not putting enough effort into the running and she proves to be an incredibly hard taskmistress in this respect. Worst of all however was that she also caned me if she found out that I had eaten any chocolate or crisps during the day and somehow she always found out, it was almost as if she had spies in the tuck shop. All of this left me feeling like there was no part of my life that was my own to enjoy.

However even I had to admit that I was feeling much healthier under this regime and the weight was starting to really come off of me and I also looked much better for it. It was also very noticeable that the detentions had made the physical education classes much easier and in addition to skills training the classes now also included full games of rugby and I was enjoying playing the games particularly the handling aspects of the game but tackling was also great fun. While I wouldn’t exactly say that I was enjoying the detentions I certainly didn’t hate them like I had and my attitude towards Miss Bradley had also softened because of this. Miss Bradley had been weighing me periodically and as soon as I was at what she considered to be the optimum weight she changed the detentions so that they alternated between running and gym sessions for both strength and flexibility.

It was almost the Christmas break and Miss Bradley spoke to my mother again and I found myself having to report to the local gym every day for my detention with the exception of Christmas Day and Boxing Day. In the first week of the new term Miss Bradley told me that I was going to be playing for the school first team that weekend in the number 8 position. I was nervous about this but looking forward to it at the same time which was something I would never have expected to say. I really enjoyed the game and the praise that I received from Miss Bradley at the end of it really boosted my confidence and for the next game she moved me into the centres and this was much more fun because it allowed me to make more use of my handling and kicking skills while still having more than enough physical contact for me to enjoy. For the rest of the year I alternated between these two positions and Miss Bradley told me that from next year I would be in the centres because the current holder of this position was leaving to go off to university.

My attitude to the detentions had changed and I was now enjoying them and looked forward to them every evening and it was also helped because with my new physique I was attracting a lot more attention from the girls in the school which I definitely enjoyed. This change in my attitude was illustrated perfectly when we were approaching the long summer holidays because in the last week I asked Miss Bradley if she would continue to train me during the summer.

‘Don’t worry I was not going to let you off that easily because I know full well that this regime has not been in place for long enough for it to be deeply ingrained into you and if I was to stop now then there is a chance that all of your bad habits will return destroying all of our hard work to date.’

After the summer Miss Bradley’s role as my personal trainer continued with no need for it to slip back into a detention mode although I still felt the cane at some time most weeks but even this was now enjoyable for me. By the time I was in my final year at school my bad habits had shifted to dalliances with the girls in the school and it was for this that I was generally caned by Miss Bradley. I had the reputation for being a tart within the school and there was no way that I could deny that it was true and while I was enjoying myself it was actually only masking the one thing that I really wanted.

What I really wanted was to become Miss Bradley’s personal toy because I had developed a real crush on her despite, or possibly because of, all of the pain and suffering that she had caused me during the past two years. The image that kept me awake regularly was of Miss Bradley in the gym flexing the cane while I was bent over the horse waiting for her to come and give me a caning and carrying on for as long as she wanted before she then lowers her stunning body down onto my face so that I could worship every inch of her. Just as Miss Bradley had known of my hatred for her at the start of the detentions I was sure that she would now know that I had very different feelings towards her but she didn’t give anything away about it.

In my last week at the school I was doing a voluntary strength session in the gym at the end of the day when the school was almost completely deserted. I was aware of the door to the gym opening and as I was lying prone on the bench with my head facing the door I could see who it was entering. I was completely blown away by the vision that greeted me. It was Miss Bradley who stepped into the gym and she was wearing a very short and tight crop top along with tight cycling shorts both of which left very little to the imagination. Normally Miss Bradley wore much looser fitting clothing when she was doing any exercises so this sight mesmerised me as she put herself through a very tough aerobics session which left sweat running down her body. Such was my attention on Miss Bradley that it had been dangerous for me to continue with my own exercises as I was doing bench presses using free weights but I didn’t want to make it totally obvious that I was ogling Miss Bradley although the bulge in my own shorts demonstrated perfectly the effect that her presence was having on me.

I watched Miss Bradley walk towards me and I moved to sit up off of the bench but Miss Bradley was having none of it.

‘Stay exactly where you are Ken’ she said with her sharpest tone of voice, a sound I was very familiar with and one which always brought instant obedience from me.

Miss Bradley straddled the bench above my chest with one leg on either side of me and I felt totally captivated by her very close presence and my eyes travelled the length of her body before meeting her own eyes where they seemed to be transfixed.

‘I have known for some time that you have had a crush on me and that your sluttish behaviour has been trying to mask this from me but it hasn’t worked. You will tell me exactly what it is that you want me to do to you at this moment.’ Miss Bradley says.

Chatline domination

Sally-Ann and I have been growing apart and every interaction between us seems to end up in a bitter argument and verbal battle so I’m coming to the conclusion that it is near the end of the road for our four-year long marriage. It seemed like I couldn’t do anything right and I was dreading going home from work because of the tension that is always in the air. At least the evenings are slightly better for us because Sally-Ann spends most of the evenings shut up in the office that we’ve created in the attic of our house while I found solace through talking to a dominant lady on a one-to-one chat-line. This woman took on any dominant role from Headgirl through to my Doctor but the session always ended with her finding an excuse to apply corporal punishment to me which was what I really enjoyed.

I’d never had the courage to reveal these desires to Sally-Ann but now if she found out about them I didn’t really care because the barrier between us was so big that it wouldn’t make any difference. I had absolutely no idea that it was Sally-Ann that I was actually speaking to and she didn’t know that she was speaking to me until one night when I must have been replaying the conversation I’d been having with Marie, the Headgirl of my school, that evening in my sleep. Marie had been supervising the detention I’d been in and when I’d refused to do the lines that had been set for me she gave me eighteen strokes of the cane instead. In the conversation Marie had described in detail where she would have placed each stroke and also how hard she would have given it. I could almost visualise the deep red lines that Marie had painted on my bottom such was the skill and vividness of her words. Sally-Ann must have picked u p on the name as I spoke in my sleep but she didn’t let on instead she waited until a couple of nights later when I next rang the chat-line.

‘Describe the room you are in boy’ Marie says the next time she is on the phone and I give a description of the spare bedroom.

‘You will kneel down on the floor facing the door of the room’ Marie commanded and I did as I was told. A couple of minutes later the door opened and I saw ‘Marie’ standing there with a cane in her hands. I was shocked beyond words and could only stare up at Sally-Ann with a mixture of fear and wonder in my eyes. Walking purposefully up to me Sally-Ann removed the mobile from my hands and ended the call before placing it on the bed and her mobile sat next to it.

‘I am now going to give you the actual caning I described in detail two nights ago. You know how to prepare yourself. DO IT NOW!’ Sally-Ann said when she saw the hesitation from me. I stood up and removed my trousers and boxer shorts before spreading my legs and bending over to touch my toes. Sally-Ann followed the caning Marie had described to me to the letter and it was very hard but although I was very sore by the end of it I was also very happy.

‘And now you are going to get the same again for hiding these desires from me’ Sally-Ann said. Sally-Ann matched up each of her strokes and then she took me over to the mirror in the spare bedroom to let me see the scarlet lines she had painted on my bottom. After I had seen the marks I found myself being pulled into a hug by Sally-Ann and we then sat down on the bed and talked properly for what felt like the first time in ages.

‘I’m sorry Sally-Ann I know that I should have been honest with you about these desires but I’ve never told anyone about them out of fear and embarrassment. When we started to fight and argue I came across the advert on the internet and there was something about it that struck a chord in me so I phoned and it has been brilliant. I had no idea that it was you that I’ve been talking to and I want to assure you that other than this I’ve never been unfaithful to you’ I said,

‘I should have been honest with you as well Ken because you have been speaking to me from the start although I had no idea because I didn’t recognise the voice which I should have. The only reason I know now is because you described your last phone call to me in your sleep and I heard the name just as I was dropping off to sleep but it woke me up and I listened closely realising that it was the exact conversation I’d had with you and not just a fantasy on your part. I am sorry about all the fights and arguments that we’ve had and yes I did think that because you had no interest in sex with me then you must have been having an affair but now I know it is simply because I never tapped into your desires to be dominated sexually and emotionally because you do want to extend the play into the sexual arena don’t you?’ Sally-Ann answered.

‘Yes I do want the play to extend into the sexual arena because I can’t imagine anything better than being your slave in every respect. I’m sorry for the fights and arguments as well because they are as much my fault as they are yours’ I answer.

‘Well this weekend we will sit down properly and discuss exactly what it is we both want out of the relationship and what boundaries there are going to be in your service to me so please collect your thoughts before then’ Sally-Ann says.

‘I am ready to put all aspects of my life in your control Sally-Ann. I know, trust and genuinely want to serve you in whatever way you desire’ I say at the start of this conversation on the Saturday morning because I have been thinking a lot about it.

‘Thank you Ken I also want to take control of all aspects of your life so we will proceed along these lines’ Sally-Ann says and it is the start of a wonderful, vibrant relationship between us.