As the own­er of a build­ing com­pa­ny I, Neil Casey, had been con­tract­ed to ren­o­vate & build some new class­rooms at the local boys school which iron­i­cal­ly is the same one I attend­ed many years ago. It was a bright and sun­ny Mon­day morn­ing when work com­menced and I was intro­duced to the Head­mistress a delight­ful, smart­ly dressed and very attrac­tive lady named Miss Elsa Sven­son. Whilst going over some paper­work in her study and being invit­ed to stay for morn­ing tea I com­ment­ed on how many times as a stu­dent I had been sent to the very same study to see the Head­mistress Mrs. John­son to receive cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment. And that over the years this had gone from an over the knee spank­ing, to a strap­ping before pro­gress­ing as a senior boy to receive the cane. I was aston­ished, but very pleased to hear from Miss Sven­son that CP was still in oper­a­tion and that she had intro­duced a sys­tem where­by a teacher would give the boy a coloured slip of paper with their offence writ­ten on it. After class the boy then had to report to the Head­mistress with the slip. A pink slip rec­om­mend­ed an over the knee spank­ing, a yel­low one a strap­ping, and a red one was for the cane which was usu­al­ly reserved for senior boys. And woe betide the boy who brought mul­ti­ple coloured slips as they knew they were tru­ly in for it when the Head­mistress was fin­ished with them! As I sat there lis­ten­ing to Miss Sven­son’s sto­ries & descrip­tions of her dis­ci­pline of these boys I was trans­port­ed back in time and was over Mrs. John­son’s stur­dy knee receiv­ing one of her leg­endary hard hand spank­ings on the bare bot­tom, and embar­rass­ing as it seems I actu­al­ly miss her dis­ci­pline and have to admit that at the moment I could ben­e­fit from a good spank­ing to help relieve my stressed filled life. In any case it was time to return to work so we agreed to meet each Fri­day after­noon and I would pro­vide Miss Sven­son with an update on how work was pro­gress­ing. I found that I was more than just a bit intrigued by this love­ly lady and dur­ing the week I was able to find out more about Miss Sven­son from the teacher’s & stu­den­t’s. This showed me that she was high­ly regard­ed by all as an intel­li­gent, strict but fair Head­mistress, who had brought a com­mon sense approach to deal­ing with var­i­ous mat­ters and the stan­dard of the school had risen dra­mat­i­cal­ly dur­ing her five years here.

The fol­low­ing Fri­day after­noon I walked along the emp­ty cor­ri­dors past the now qui­et class­rooms as school had been dis­missed and pleased that build­ing work had been going along very well. As I approached the study of the Head­mistress I could hear a rhyth­mic slap­ping sound. I stepped qui­et­ly towards the door of the study which was slight­ly ajar and peer­ing through the gap I could see Miss Sven­son seat­ed in a straight back chair in front of her desk and over her knee was a boy being sound­ly hand spanked on his bare bot­tom. I could see that his trousers had been removed and his shirt had been neat­ly fold­ed up at the back by the Head­mistress, which meant that he was bare all the way down to his under­pants which were dan­gling help­less­ly around his knees. He was solid­ly built and was squirm­ing around on her lap and kick­ing his legs but could­n’t escape the vice like grip of the Head­mistress who held him firm­ly across her knee with her left arm across his back whilst her firm right hand admin­is­tered a very sound spank­ing. Unlike Mrs. John­son who used to only spank the mid­dle sec­tion of each cheek of your bot­tom so that you end­ed up with two red blotch­es, Miss Sven­son was obvi­ous­ly an expe­ri­enced spanker as I observed her method of spank­ing every square inch of bare bot­tom with a pat­tern which was repeat­ed over & over. Begin­ning high on the left cheek then high on the right, then mid­dle left, mid­dle right, low­er left, low­er right fol­lowed by three spanks pro­gress­ing up the cen­tre of the bot­tom cheeks before the pat­tern was repeat­ed over & over which turned the entire bot­tom into a healthy glow of pinky red. As she admin­is­tered the spank­ing Miss Sven­son scold­ed the boy for his naughty behav­iour and threat­ened him with the cane if he did­n’t improve. I stood in awe, trans­fixed at the way this Head­mistress admin­is­tered a sound spank­ing by her firm hand, and I found that my heart was thump­ing and I so much want­ed to swap places with him. After I could bear it no more I qui­et­ly retreat­ed to the near­by toi­lets and splashed some cool water across my blush­ing hot facial cheeks.

Before return­ing to the study I went into one of the class­rooms to fur­ther com­pose myself with deep breath­ing and think­ing quick­ly I searched through the teacher’s desk and found the coloured pun­ish­ment slip’s. Select­ing a pink one I placed it in the fold­er with my paper­work and after anoth­er deep breath I returned to the study of the Head­mistress. Knock­ing loud­ly I entered upon hear­ing the com­mand “Come in!” from Miss Sven­son. After a greet­ing I sat down at the desk with Miss Sven­son and out of the cor­ner of my right eye I could see the boy who had just been pun­ished stand­ing in the cor­ner with his hands placed firm­ly on his head. Dur­ing our dis­cus­sion I chanced a full glance at him and could see that his bare bot­tom was glow­ing red and I thought to myself “I bet he’s dying to rub it all over but if Miss Sven­son caught him, he’d be bend­ing over for the cane, and after all, when it comes down to it, it’s all about dis­ci­pline”. If any­one had received a smacked bot­tom then it was cer­tain­ly him. No men­tion was made of him whilst I dis­cussed the week’s build­ing work with her, and around half way through the dis­cus­sions I sud­den­ly realised that I was sit­ting in the very same chair that Miss Sven­son had just admin­is­tered the sound spank­ing I had wit­nessed and my heart began to thump again. Sum­ming up enough courage, as I stood to leave I said to Miss Sven­son “I’m hop­ing there’s one thing that you can help me with?” “Ohh and what’s that Mr. Casey?” she replied. With my heart thump­ing almost out of my chest I took the pink slip out of my fold­er and placed it on the desk right in front of her and said qui­et­ly “Head­mistress this is much need­ed and long over­due”. Casu­al­ly lean­ing back in her chair Miss Sven­son looked at me over the top of her read­ing glass­es, and a wry smile came across her face. I felt like she was lick­ing her lips at the prospect of spank­ing across her knee a grown man who’d been a pre­vi­ous stu­dent at the school. The boy was quick­ly dis­missed from the study with Miss Sven­son warn­ing him again about his behav­iour before lock­ing the door and turn­ing her eyes upon me. Miss Sven­son said “Mmm, I see that it appears it’s time for me to get right to the bot­tom of the prob­lem with a no non­sense approach!” Dry mouthed & heart thump­ing, I stam­mered out a reply of “Iitt ccer­rtainnly iss Misss Svennssonn”. I could feel her ice cool stare in the back of my head as she walked around the back of me. I had the feel­ings of mixed emo­tions. On the one hand I want­ed to make a dash for the door and flee the scene, and on the oth­er I knew that if I backed off I would nev­er for­give myself for miss­ing out on a gold­en oppor­tu­ni­ty. Miss Sven­son qui­et­ly told me to remove my shoes, trousers, tie & jack­et and place them neat­ly on the sofa besides the left wall. Which I did before being beck­oned back to stand beside the chair. Again Miss Sven­son moved around behind me but this time she calm­ly reached around my waist and pulled my under­pants swift­ly down to my knees. I gasped and hur­ried­ly placed my hands in front, cov­er­ing my twitch­ing man­hood, thor­ough­ly embar­rassed at my predica­ment. Mov­ing me aside Miss Sven­son turned my chair around, hitched her tight skirt up expos­ing her mag­nif­i­cent thighs and seat­ed her­self. Cross­ing her shape­ly stockinged legs plac­ing them at a high angle which had me gasp­ing at their sheer beau­ty. And just like any expe­ri­enced dis­ci­pli­nar­i­an Miss Sven­son began scold­ing my behav­iour and as she repeat­ed­ly crossed her legs, there came the won­der­ful erot­ic sound of sheer stock­ings rub­bing against each oth­er. I could­n’t help star­ing at her attrac­tive shape­ly lap and I want­ed to say to her that it would be an hon­our to go over her knee, but was just too embar­rassed to say it!!

Miss Sven­son con­tin­ued to scold my behav­iour before adding those clas­sic words, “Young man you’re going over my knee for a long hot spank­ing on your bare bot­tom!!”. “Now get your­self across my knee you naughty lit­tle boy!!” Miss Sven­son com­mand­ed. “You’ve obvi­ous­ly been need­ing this for a long time!!”. Awk­ward­ly I com­plied, stretch­ing out face down over her mag­nif­i­cent, beau­ti­ful­ly fem­i­nine, stockinged clad, shape­ly thighs. I found myself arched on my stom­ach over her warm stur­dy lap, my feet extend­ed in one direc­tion and sup­port­ed by my hands pressed down on the floor in the oth­er direc­tion. I could feel the blood rush­ing to my head, and as I looked back at her beau­ti­ful stockinged legs and shiny black high heeled shoes, a whole range of emo­tions swept over me. I could feel Miss Sven­son’s hands neat­ly fold­ing up the tail of my shirt just as she had for the boy she had ear­li­er spanked. Bare from chest to knees, I of course, felt thor­ough­ly embar­rassed and humil­i­at­ed, and my vul­ner­a­ble bare bot­tom thrust up over Miss Sven­son’s knee was twitch­ing in anx­ious antic­i­pa­tion at the pun­ish­ment they were about to absorb. I could feel her adjust­ing posi­tion so as to place me in the per­fect posi­tion to admin­is­ter a sound spank­ing by hand. “I’m now going to admin­is­ter a good hand spank­ing young man!”, the omi­nous voice above informed me. “And I expect you to take it with­out com­plaint!”, “Yes Miss!”, I ner­vous­ly stam­mered. I felt her hand, which had been pat­ting my left cheek as she scold­ed me, lift away and then.….. Smack! Smack! Smack!. Miss Sven­son’s hand land­ed repeat­ed­ly on the alter­nate cheeks of my naked bot­tom. Slap! Smack! Whack! Spank! Spank! Spank! as the spank­ing began in earnest. Miss Sven­son set­tled into the same spank­ing pat­tern that she had adopt­ed for the boy, there­by cov­er­ing my entire bot­tom cheeks. On & on it went, and ohh my did that robust Head­mistress ever pro­ceed to lay on a crisp, burn­ing, prick­ling hand spank­ing! It had been so long since my last boy­hood spank­ing that I had for­got­ten how much a deter­mined wom­an’s firm hand could sting so much. Miss Sven­son upped the tem­po spank­ing hard­er & hard­er. She smacked my bare bot­tom all over, with real enthu­si­asm, and all the while her firm scold­ing voice was admon­ish­ing my behav­iour and encour­ag­ing me to do bet­ter. I tried to obey her com­mand to take it qui­et­ly and like a man, but that quick­ly became more dif­fi­cult. Slap! Smack! Whack! Spank! Spank! Spank! With my bot­tom on fire I was sim­ply burn­ing up and with no dig­ni­ty left I could­n’t help squirm­ing around on Miss Sven­son’s stur­dy lap and began kick­ing my legs like any naughty boy being sound­ly spanked would do. The min­utes began to feel like hours and as the heat con­tin­ued to build, I found myself gasp­ing and fight­ing back the tears as Miss Sven­son’s firm hand con­tin­ued to rise and fall with the rhythm of a trip ham­mer! Spank! Slap! Smack! The vig­or­ous hand spank­ing con­tin­ued. The room was filled with the sound of the crack of firm fem­i­nine hand on bare mas­cu­line bot­tom cheeks. It was at this stage that I felt waves of emo­tions flow through my body and I now had an under­stand­ing of the term plea­sure & pain. Slap! Slap! Smack! Smack! Spank! Spank! Spank! I con­tin­ued to squirm across Miss Sven­son’s shape­ly stockinged thighs. To my extreme embar­rass­ment I became so excit­ed that I found myself rais­ing my bot­tom to meet her pun­ish­ing hand, and I knew my face was as red as my bare bot­tom! Just as I thought she would nev­er stop, Miss Sven­son eased from hard to gen­tle spanks, and in between smacks she began rub­bing my burn­ing hot bare bot­tom cheeks in a cir­cu­lar motion as I des­per­ate­ly tried to con­trol my amaz­ing emo­tion­al mix of plea­sure & pain, as I lay breath­less across her lap. I cer­tain­ly had a new respect for this firm hand­ed woman. At last the spank­ing came to a halt and Miss Sven­son ordered me to my feet. As I stood there try­ing to catch my breath and rub­bing my hot, sore, fresh­ly spanked bare bot­tom cheeks, Miss Sven­son stood up, adjust­ed her skirt, and with sev­er­al vig­or­ous smacks to my bare bot­tom, marched me over to the cor­ner and ordered me to stand with my face to the wall, my hands firm­ly on my head, and that there was to be no fur­ther rub­bing of my bot­tom .….. or else! Feel­ing thor­ough­ly embar­rassed, I obeyed her with­out so much as a mur­mur of protest.

Out of the cor­ner of my eye I watched Miss Sven­son pick up a mag­a­zine from her desk and seat her­self back on the spank­ing chair and cross her shape­ly legs. And as she con­tin­u­al­ly re-crossed her legs, again came the won­der­ful erot­ic sound of sheer stock­ings rub­bing against each oth­er. Miss Sven­son slow­ly leafed through the mag­a­zine as if I was­n’t even in the same room. Final­ly after what seemed an eter­ni­ty, Miss Sven­son stood up and walked over to me and placed her hands on my still burn­ing bare bot­tom cheeks, play­ful­ly smack­ing and then caress­ing them in a rub­bing motion, prais­ing me for tak­ing her dis­ci­pline like a man. Mov­ing my hands down from my head Miss Sven­son turned me around and told me to dress myself, which I did imme­di­ate­ly as she returned to her desk to tidy it for the week­end. After dress­ing myself I was ordered back to sit on the chair. Miss Sven­son was obvi­ous­ly exhil­a­rat­ed, as I was, at what had hap­pened and was in a very pleas­ant mood as we sat chat­ting. She treat­ed me like an equal although I, sit­ting very gin­ger­ly on thor­ough­ly spanked bot­tom cheeks, cer­tain­ly did not feel the equal of the woman who had so effec­tive­ly dis­ci­plined me. For sev­er­al min­utes we talked about var­i­ous sub­jects. Final­ly, after a pause in our dis­cus­sions, Miss Sven­son remarked “I think we both feel very good about this sit­u­a­tion, don’t we Neil? It was real­ly quite man­ly of you to offer your­self for some old fash­ioned bare bot­tom dis­ci­pline, and I apol­o­gise if you feel I was severe, but I real­ly believe that you required a good work out from my hand!” I assured Miss Sven­son that she was quite right and felt my facial cheeks blush­ing yet again in the pres­ence of this won­der­ful, & beau­ti­ful dis­ci­pli­nar­i­an. “In that case Neil, just to prove that your seri­ous, I’d like this to be the first day in a dis­ci­pline course I’m going to put you through! From now on when you come to see me each Fri­day with your build­ing progress report you will need to con­fess to me your mis­deeds for the week, and I’ll then decide on your dis­ci­pline, agreed?” I was thrilled to hear this and had a vision of next Fri­day after­noon stand­ing, bare bot­tomed, before Miss Elsa Sven­son, my per­son­al Head­mistress, as she sat on the spank­ing chair giv­ing me a point­ed fin­ger scold­ing, as I ner­vous­ly, and excit­ed­ly, wait­ed to go over her mag­nif­i­cent shape­ly stockinged thighs, and her firm hand ready to deal with my bare bot­tom. “Well that’s all agreed then!” said Miss Sven­son as she stood up. “Ohh there is one more thing” she said as she reached for a wicked look­ing, crook han­dled, thin whip­py cane. “I want you to come to my home on Sun­day after­noon to look at some ren­o­va­tions I require doing!” and as she flexed the cane between her hands. Blush­ing furi­ous­ly, I nod­ded a yes. “Good!” said Miss Sven­son as she hand­ed me her address, “4 o’clock then Neil.…. I’ll see you at 4 o’clock.….. Sharp!!”

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