Whatever the true explanation, the old adage of "cross me and you won't sit down for a week" had never felt closer to the truth. One day, I found a carrot in the street that I assume someone had dropped. So I sneaked into the school garden and fed the rabbits. Since we're already bending the rules with this unorthodox punishment, I suggest you also loosen your belt and drop your trousers to your ankles!" I will end by saying that despite my love of Maman, I did not actually ‘enjoy’ my spanking from Mrs Hamilton one little bit. The posts I read here that interest me most are those which include corner time – or, at the very least, standing with your hands on your head. Over the years, I have tried to recreate what happened that day between myself and my headmistress. It only seems to ‘work’ for me when I have a spanking first – and I still can’t say I enjoy that part! She remembered how he had looked downcast by her uncharacteristic outburst, his cheeks blushing pink, and she had relented, trying to be more encouraging.

Schoolroom or Dungeon; Archetypes of CP – part 1 Schoolroom or Dungeon; Archetypes of CP – part 1

As a Disciplinarian while I always believe in making the punishment fit the crime, I have developed a slight preference for the swishier, stingier canes and am always on the lookout for new examples to add to my Armoire Armoury! They can be a little more difficult to source, particularly at a full length however I recently sourced some wonderful examples from Quality Control including one of their rare and beautiful Smoked Dragon canes. Under the circumstances, John, taking into account you have come forward, and that you have never been in trouble before, I have decided not to cane you.” Taking pains to ensure they were able to schedule a private appointment, she had informed Thomas of her decision just a few days ago, instructing him to arrive half an hour after final lessons on the final day of the term. The House admin corridor would be empty and she felt certain none of the other boys would still be lingering in the common rooms. Finally, the headmistress sat down at the end of a bench alongside a large art table. She grabbed one of the boys, pulled his shorts and pants down, then made him bend over the bench beside her. The normal dose was two or three firm strokes across the seat of the boy’s shorts. It was always boys who got their bottoms ‘heated’, as our teacher put it – except for one memorable occasion, when she decided to slipper two girls who had been continually talking in class, despite several warnings.

The Ultimatum

That said each cane has it’s own individual characteristics as learned quite clearly in a past session with professional submissive Hannah Elliot and an adult schoolboy I have been caning for many years.

Miss Iceni | Disciplinarian | London

And one more thing. Were this to be a single, never too be repeated punishment, it would hardly serve as an adequate ongoing deterrent, and therefore-", with a pause she retrieved a blue exercise book from her drawer and slid it across the desk. He noted she had already printed the words 'revision diary' in capital letters upon its cover. In the dungeon however I prefer not to use Discipline as punishment – but see it as a gift of suffering and submission that the slave is giving to me. A way to connect via trust, endurance and ordeal. Well aware of the fact this off-the-record punishment had already pushed the boundaries of appropriateness to breaking point, she hesitated once again before making up her mind. "You're not done yet. Pants too! Put them over there with the rest of your clothes." I stepped forward, placed my hand briefly on her knee and bent forward. I felt her move me forward, and then her fingers worked my underwear down – she was going to spank my bare bottom! I felt so embarrassed, and the wait was awful.I don't like being forced to repeat myself Attwood," she warned with an imperious stare. "Do as you are told." Then it happened. The burning sting, the denial of relief by rubbing – I started to become aroused. I couldn’t believe it. I got an erection – certainly the first I remember – right in front of Mrs Hamilton. Looking up, she definitely saw the state of my penis but carried on with her note. She took her time, looking up occasionally to make sure I was standing still. Watching me squirm, she slowly folded the note and slipped it into an envelope. Our headmistress, Mrs Hamilton [name changed – Ed], was a softly spoken woman with a warm smile. She had two daughters at our school. Mrs Hamilton had only used the cane twice, to my knowledge, and both boys had cried. I knew one of the boys as a real tough kid, so the cane must have hurt a lot to make him cry. As a Disciplinarian I have a very specific array of traditional implements. Obviously my bare hand for an Over The Knee spanking comes first – but the other implements that I use include leather school straps, the infamous Lochgelly tawse, woooden hairbrushes (though this is more common as Aunty than Headmistress) and most of all the cane.