Miss Elsa Svenson

Spanking & Caning in London with Miss Elsa Svenson

 

Archive for October, 2011

 

The Best Birch Competition- third photo by Claude C

Sunday, October 23rd, 2011

 

The Best Birch Competition- second photo by Michael48!

Friday, October 21st, 2011

The Best Birch Competition- first photo by Lordy!

Monday, October 17th, 2011

 

The Best Birch Competition!

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

I think we all need a lit­tle cheer­ing up in these rather gloomy days so I decid­ed to start a new com­pe­ti­tion. Go out in the woods, a park or any­where else where you can find some good mate­r­i­al for a very stingy Birch. Make one and send me a photo.†I will pub­lish the pho­tos here and the best Birch pho­to will win..well yes a good birching!The dead­line for this will be the end of Novem­ber.

 

 

 

From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

Thurs­day 31 Decem­ber 1952

And so anoth­er year comes to an end. Itís been a strange twelve months. Look­ing at the offi­cial school pun­ish­ment book, I see that I have admin­is­tered 118 strap­pings, 33 on the bare, 48 can­ings, 18 on the bare, and assort­ed oth­er pun­ish­ments, all of which left their mark. The slip­per would nor­mal­ly be at the milder end of cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment spec­trum, but I shall not quick­ly for­get young Knox, after a mere eight swipes with slip­per, beg­ging, beg­ging me to stop. Who did he think he was fool­ing? I had promised him twelve swipes with the slip­per, and that was what he going to get, how­ev­er sore his bot­tom. I laid on the last four like an aveng­ing fury. Result? Knox has been a paragon of good behav­iour ever since. If I have learnt any­thing this year, it is that it is bet­ter to thrash some­one too hard than not hard enough ñ itís the best deter­rent.
The oth­er curi­ous fea­ture of 1952 has been the way my daffy sec­re­tary Celia has TWICE had to be remind­ed, through the rat-a-tat of my cane on her back­side, that I donít put up with non­sense from any­one. Fin­gers crossed, I will nev­er have to deal with her in that way again.

 

From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

Mon­day 21 Decem­ber 1952

…the last full day of term and noth­ing more oner­ous to deal with than the school car­ol ser­vice. I wore my aca­d­e­m­ic gown for the occa­sion, the boy scrubbed up nice­ly, there was a Christ­mas tree in the school hall and the whole atmos­phere was serene and stress-free, until… I could hard­ly believe my ears!!! Two fifth-for­m­ers, Cook and Atkin­son, were singing a ver­sion of Good King Wences­las that was so coarse and smut­ty and gen­er­al­ly obscene that I could see Matron blush­ing ñ and sheís a hard woman to shock. I wait­ed until the ser­vice was over, made a lit­tle end-of-term speech thank­ing the boys for their efforts dur­ing the term, then added, with men­ace in my voice: ëI am afraid Cook and Atkin­son are dis­hon­ourable excep­tions. Could they please present them­selves in my study immediately?í I donít like thrash­ing boys with the strap in Christ­mas week, trousers down, but needs must. My strap was warm to the touch after­wards ñ and I dare say their back­sides were, too.

Spanking story competition 2 — the winner is.…

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

entry 14 by Phillip­pa!

Con­grat­u­la­tions!

Just to make it clear …the sto­ry with high­est aver­age votes is the win­ner.