Archive for March, 2012
Tell the story to go with the cartoon…
Wednesday, March 21st, 2012From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries…the last entry.
Monday, March 19th, 2012Thursday 21 January
What a topsy-turrvy day It started in the worst possible fashion when I slipped on the ice in the school drive, fell and sprained my wrist. Matron gave me a pain-killing injection, but as it was my caning arm, I could tell I would be badly handicapped if I had to administer corporal punishment. The same thought must have struck Bracken, who was sent to me mid-morning for cheeking the geography master, Mr Contour. I could see him simpering as he stared at my caning arm, which was bandaged and in a sling. What to do? Though I say it myself, I came up with an absolute brainwave, asking my wayward secretary Celia if she would do the honours. From the vigour with which she laid on the stripes – six absolute screamers – she is obviously a natural. I must use her again next time my arm is sore.
‘This, sadly, was the last of Miss Blackstock’s diary entries. I don’t know why she suddenly stopped keeping a record of her days as headmistress — or even whether she remained as headmistress. My theory, after exhaustive research, is that she may have married and moved south of the river. Records at the Marylebone Record Office for that year indicate that a Miss Blackstock got married to a Mr Rodwell from East Dulwich in the spring of that year. That of course would have made Miss Blackstock Mrs Rodwell, as it was virtually unknown for married women to use their maiden names professionally. What did Mr Rodwell do? Did they have children? Were they very much in love? One can only guess. But I do find it significant that, by 1957, there was apparently a Mrs E Rodwell SCO on the staff of the Penge Penal Institute, only a short bus journey from East Dulwich. SCO stood for Senior Correction Officer, so it looks as if the headmistress who had wielded the cane and strap with such vigour on errant schoolboys may have found a new outlet for her skills. Corporal punishment was still used in some boroughs of South London in the 1950s: not just in schools, but in other, quasi-judicial contexts. I am doing my best to unearth documents relating to the Penge Penal Institute and, if I am lucky enough to find some, shedding light on Mrs Rodwell’s role there, I will post them on this site in due course.’
A New Story Competition!
Sunday, March 18th, 2012Miss Svenson’s spanking story competition!
This is how it works you must get creative and write a spanking story which includes Miss Svenson and with a new twist also Miss prendergast. It obviously must be your own work and you must agree to have it published on my website. If you wish you can include a drawing or a photo but it must be your own copy right. The best story will win a free 40 minutes spanking session with two strict ladies. Please send your story on a word document marked story competition to me and we (Miss Prendergast and I) will pick the lucky winner.Deadline is 1st of June but I will start publishing stories as soon as I get them.
Come on boys and girls…what are you waiting for this is your chance to show us how good you are!
From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:
Saturday, March 17th, 2012Tuesday 19 January
Will boys never learn? I had put up a large notice on the board, entitled SOCKS, warning boys that anyone who didn’t wear the school socks in the prescribed fashion, pulled right up, could expect ‘serious consequences’. Did I have to spell out what I meant? Not twenty-four hours after I posted the notice, I caught Ross Junior – one of the dimmer boys in the Remove, which is saying something – with his socks around his ankles, summoned him to my study, flexed my cane, told him to take down his trousers and he had the cheek to look surprised, even indignant! I gave him six of the best for not wearing his socks properly and four ‘extras’ for being a total moron. Harsh, but effective, I fancy, judging from the tears welling up in his eyes.
From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:
Saturday, March 17th, 2012Sunday 17 January
One of my most rewarding days in my entire teaching career. Peter McElwaine, who left last summer and now has a well-paid job in a local building society, came round to have tea with me and, in the course of a most cordial conversation, THANKED me for not sparing the rod! ‘I hated it at the time,’ he told me, ‘but the great thing about you, Miss Blackstock, was that you never flogged a boy without good cause. Firm but fair: that was your motto.’ He then reminded me (I had completely forgotten the incident, I am ashamed to say) of the time I strapped him for running in the corridor. ‘I’ve never run in the corridor since,’ he said, with a cheeky wink. Was it my imagination or was their nostalgia in his eyes as he contemplated my leather strap, hanging in its usual place?
From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:
Friday, March 16th, 2012Friday 15 January
It is still the first week of term and I have had to deal with a most disconcerting incident in the showers. I heard giggling as I was passing, went to investigate, and to my absolute horror, found Watkins and Wrigglesworth, whom I had given six of the best not half an hour before, comparing their stripes. Unbelievable behaviour! Call me naive, but I had always imagined that a boy unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of my senior cane would display a decent penitence for at least the next twenty-four hours. This almost boastful parading of well-marked bottoms seemed disrespectful of the entire process. I gave the little toerags a further six of the best apiece, with plenty of follow through, but how do I know they won’t go off and compare the NEXT set of marks? I feel almost physically sick at the prospect.
From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:
Friday, March 16th, 20121 January 1953
I don’t normally believe in New Year’s resolutions, but this year I am so bloody determined to raise standards at this school, however much physical pain it causes some boys, that I have made THREE resolutions which I intend to keep scrupulously:
1. There will be no second chances. As soon as I have warned a boy about his behaviour once, that’s it. Any repetition of the behaviour that has got him into trouble and he can expect six of the best with the cane, pants down, no ifs, no buts.
2. I must use my hairbrush more. For some offences, the cane or strap is NOT necessarily the best remedy. Some boys respond better to an old-fashioned, no-holds-barred, over-the-knee spanking with a wooden hairbrush – with no limit on the number of strokes. You just spank them till they are begging for mercy, basically.
3. I must be prepared to punish my secretary Celia WITHOUT MERCY until she gets the message. It is vital she remembers who is boss.
A new assistant!
Friday, March 2nd, 2012
My new assistant Miss Prendergast had her debut this week and I am pleased to say it was very successful. She is naturally strict and understand the Miss Svenson philosophy very well. She will be available to assist me in further sessions on request. She will mainly act as an interested observer who can keep a close eye on the boy and his reactions to the punishment but she can also join in and help me with the spanking if necessary. If you would like to book a session with Miss Prendergast present please contact me through the contact page.