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Are you decent?" she asked a couple of minutes later, already knowing from her reflected view that he was busy with his tie. She turned her chair as soon as he replied and watched until he had pulled on his blazer and straightened the collar. In the circumstances I will have to insist we treat this as an informal and discretionary punishment. It will not be officially recorded in the House register, which means it will stay between these four walls, and you will be pleased to note that it will not appear on your permanent academic record." I will paraphrase the contents towards the end of this story.I read the stories on Maman with great interest – the following will explain why, and I cannot deny there my underlying interest in the subject matter.Come in," she called, pitching her voice to carry through the old oak door of her office and eying Thomas curiously as he entered. She sensed nerves, which was to be expected, but there was no hesitancy. When the door opened she was also relieved to hear complete silence from the corridor and the common rooms beyond. At 4:30pm on the last day of term, this was exactly as she had expected. With no-one around, I asked if I could speak to the headmistress. The school secretary asked if I had a note from my teacher. Usually this would explain the reason you needed to see Mrs Hamilton.I shook my head – I didn’t want to tell her why I was there. It would have been hard for him to explain, but there was something beguiling in the incongruity between her relaxed, friendly manner and his memories of seeing supposedly hardened bullies scurry off to the toilets to hide their tears at the end of yet another painfully unequal confrontation in Miss Sternwood's office. It was precisely this conflation of fear and desire that had occupied so many of his erotic dreams over the last couple of years. 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. 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 - Steamybedtime

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. The headmistress began by giving the boys a sound telling-off, shouting at them forcefully – and this is when we found out what had happened. Neither boy made no reply, and no doubt it was felt that their silence was pretty much as good as a confession. You know how I despise empty threats Thomas, so please make sure this turns out to be one that I never have to carry out. But, don't doubt that I will, if that's what it takes." After another long silence, shifting awkwardly under her gaze, he finally slipped the thumbs of each hand into the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts and began to slowly ease them down. In a manoeuvre that might have appeared feintly comical in different circumstances, he inched the waistband lower, exposing just the first few dark strands of hair at the upper edge of his pubes.Now, what can I do for you, John?” she asked quietly and sympathetically. I think she could see that I was scared out of my wits. I fought my fear, and wiped away a tear. I admitted I had been out of bounds. I explained as best I could that I had come to own up due to my father’s words of advice. Maintain the position Attwood. It won't be getting any easier," Sophie warned, the whippy cane lightly moving and tapping as she spoke, a familiar dread ritual to ensure her next stroke would land precisely on target. "This will be two." I'm sorry it had to come to this Thomas, but to your credit you took your discipline in good grace, and I suggest you return from the holidays with a much better focus, and a determination to excel yourself in the exams this summer." I asked what ‘discretion’ meant. Mrs Hamilton explained and I understood. I must have looked terrified – I certainly felt it.

Miss Malorie

Mrs Hamilton lifted me upright. I felt a bit dizzy and weak after being upside down and spanked so soundly. I have no idea how long the chastisement had lasted. “Hands!” Mrs Hamilton said sternly, recalling me to my duty. I placed my hands on my head, and she physically turned me by my shoulders to face the desk. She could feel that her words were hitting the mark. As soon as she has risen from her chair, and in the near silence of the late afternoon, a palpable tension had descended in the room. 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. The old furniture was far heavier than it looked and she patiently waited as he half lifted and half slid them up to the wall. His fingers trembled against his blazer buttons before he folded it neatly across the chair seats and turned to face Miss Sternwood.There was a pause. Then: “I now have to decide what to do with you.” The pit of my stomach churned. Here it came, my sentencing! Without being aware that he was doing it, Thomas's face instinctively winced in expectation. Perversely he knew that he was simultaneously both longing for and dreading the terrible impact that could now only be a few seconds away. I stood there, fully exposed. “Well, John, I hope you’ve learned your lesson. You should consider yourself very fortunate indeed that this visit to see me has only ended in a spanking!” I was offered another tissue and instructed to blow. I obeyed.