A DAY TO REMEMBER – THE DISCIPLINING OF JOHN
Today (10TH January 2012) is a date which will be etched in my mind, the pain I endured and lessons I learned when I was sent here to Miss Svenson’s office for punishment and correction will have long lasting effects on my behavioural modification and general attitudes.
Not only has she given me a beating which I will remember for the rest of my life, she has insisted that I type a punishment essay describing my ordeal whilst it is so fresh in my mind which she is going to give to my teacher Miss Gray who sent me here.
My hands are stinging from the 12 hard strokes of that 2 tailed XH Lochgelly Tawse, my bottom is on fire and bruised from the bare bottom caning,tawsing and paddlings which lasted for 90 minutes and worst of all I am shaking as I try to type this essay.
When I arrived here 2 hours ago I was full of bravado and even found Miss Svenson rather attractive but she soon beat any sexual thoughts or arousal out of me. It is a totally different story now, I am shaking and have total respect for Miss Svenson, whatever she tells me to do I will do but fear that I may not be able to finish this essay to her high standards.
She has told me I am to be punished again in 1 hour but first must do this essay and the severity of the punishment will be dependent on how this essay reads, she didn’t use the birch on me but says that may be used if I don’t do this essay up to her high standards.
This is terrible, not only have I been punished for my bad behaviour towards Miss Gray, I am also now in detention and under her control, sitting at a desk dressed only in my PE shorts in front of Miss Svenson who is looking very strict and authorative with her blonde hair tied up, dressed in a starched purple shirt with cufflinks, knee length pencil skirt, black tights (or maybe stockings but I’m afraid to be caught looking), high heel shoes and sitting there flexing that painful senior cane which she has just whacked me with so hard it brought tears to my eyes.
AND even worse she has just sat on the table in front of me crossed her black nylon covered legs and is reading a book “ A guide to The Correction of Young Men” which is scary as she may want to try other forms of punishment on me.
Oh how I feel so vulnerable and weak after my earlier beatings, I keep wanting to steal a glance at her nylon clad legs but when she caught me doing that earlier I was put over her knee and whacked so hard with the hairbrush that the bulge in my pants subsided due to the pain. That learnt me a lesson in respect and has made me think twice about glancing at her legs or wolf whistling at Miss Gray which was one of the reasons I was sent here.
Without doubt she will punish me in an hour but hopefully I can mitigate the severity of what’s to follow. I am terrified of getting more punishment but even worse if it’s the birch, I have never had it before but have heard about how painful it is.
She read out a page from her book earlier about the birch saying “The birch administered properly requires to be to the bare buttocks and will reduce any young miscreant to tears” and now she has a horrendous looking 5 foot long birch made out of many flexible branches soaking away in a basin on top of her desk, I cannot imagine how bad that must be especially on top of my already bruised, wealed and painful bottom.
As I sit here typing I am finding it difficult for me not to look at her black nylon stocking clad legs, she’s sitting right in front of me and keeps crossing her legs trying I think to tease me and test my resolve probably to see if I have learned a lesson in respect.
I am staring intensely at this computer screen trying not to look at Miss Svenson and typing this essay about my punishment which was something I have never experienced before and hope never to have to suffer again however I do fear there is more to come and Miss Svenson is determined to break me completely.
Miss Svenson all of a sudden stood up, walked over to me and shouted “You are looking at my legs again you disgusting little boy”
“No Miss, I am trying to finish the punishment essay”
“Stand up and hold out your hands boy, I am going to give you 6 of the Lochgelly Strap just to remind you of your place and then I am going to cane you for lying, I saw you glancing at my legs. You need to learn respect boy, now hold them out in front of you”
As I feared this was all part of my punishment and Miss Svenson’s control, I stood up and held out both hands crossed and then it started, she swung a three tailed tawse harder than she had done earlier with so much ferocity and venom. Whack whack whack this was severe punishment, the third stroke hit my wrists and I pulled my hand back when she was about to deliver the fourth stroke. That infuriated Miss Svenson,when she missed my hand it hit her leg and she said
“For that boy I am going to start again and this time it will be 6 strokes on each hand and you will thank me for each stroke and apologise, now hold them out again and stand against the wall so you cannot move backwards away from the strap”
Whack, Whack, Whack she delivered each stroke with precision staring coldly at me as I said “Thank you Miss Svenson I am sorry for looking at your legs”. These were very hard and after each one I buckled up rubbing my hands together before presenting them again and again for more of the dreaded tawse. After 8 strokes my memory was a blank and I was shaking uncontrollably and forgot to thank Miss Svenson, all I wanted was for the 12 strokes to be finished with but that earned me another 4 strokes, she seemed to be enjoying inflicting the strokes and seeing me buckling up in agony.
Eventually it stopped and she said “Now drop your shorts boy, bend over the desk and keep looking at the clock on the desk do not look at me or extra strokes will be added”
This was it another caning was about to take place I bent over the desk and thought to myself it can’t be as bad as what I experienced earlier then I heard a swishing sound and felt a spray of water behind me. Was this the birch, I turned round to glance and saw Miss Svenson holding that 5 foot birch in her hands, she said “ I told you to look at the clock and don’t look at me, you are going to be birched boy, this is going to be very very painful, if you move or scream you will get more strokes”
“ I am going to give you 12 strokes of the birch, it will hurt and you will be marked for a few weeks but it will teach you respect and you will be a better behaved boy in the future, now grab hold of the legs of the desk”
I thought to myself was this the punishment she promised after I finished the essay or was this just for looking at her legs or was she just enjoying breaking me? It didn’t matter I was bent over the desk with my bare bottom in the air about to be birched, my mind was racing and wishing it would be quick when she said “ There will be 30 seconds between each stroke to allow you to contemplate your behaviour and recover ready for the next stroke”
30 seconds between each stroke, this was going to last for 6 minutes which didn’t seem long however once it started it seemed like hours.
The first stroke landed, my bottom was on fire, the birch twigs wrapped round my hips and it stung like a swarm of bees, it had started the first stroke of my birching and I screamed out loudly, Miss Svenson said “For screaming that’s another 2 strokes”
The next 3 strokes were worse, with the tawse and cane my bottom became numb but with this birch it got more painful, again I screamed out jumped off the desk and Miss Svenson said “ And for that boy you are getting another 4 strokes added, that means your total is now 18 strokes”
“Please Miss Svenson I can’t take this anymore, it is terrible, I will do as you say”
“I say get back over that desk and take your punishment without crying, I am going to gag you and tie you to that desk so you don;t scream and move around, this is for your own good”
She tied one of her old nylon stockings round my face and over my mouth and also tied my wrists and ankles to the desk legs, that was it I had another 14 strokes to go and was going to suffer. There was no sympathy form Miss Svenson she continued to beat me standing at one side then moving to the other side to make sure it was even across my buttocks and she also made sure the strokes hit the soft top part of my thighs. I cried and cried but that made no difference, she was intent on breaking me eventually when she reached 15 strokes she stopped and I thought that was it over or the birch had broken. No it was worse she said, ”These last three strokes are going to be on your back not your bare back,I’ll spare you that just now and let you leave your T shirt on ”. I thought even through my shirt a birching on the back would be terrible, she released the gag from my mouth but kept me tied to the desk.
I begged with her not to birch my back but she said “You are going to get three and if you scream you will get another three” Then it happened the first birch stroke on my back cut into my flesh even through my shirt, by that time I was almost unconscious with the pain and still sobbing, I was determined not to scream as that would have meant more. Two more and it was over.
She released me from my bonds seize hold of me by the arms, marched me over to my desk and said “Now finish your essay, I have not finished with you yet, I want to read about your punishment, how it has corrected your behaviour and attitude and will use it as an example to others”
Not finished with me yet, what else was to come?
Anyway back to my essay and why I have ended up here. It was because of my bad behaviour towards my young attractive teacher Miss Gray.
She had punished me for various misdemeanours and my attitude towards her in class but kept threatening to send me to Miss Svenson to be dealt with more harshly as her use of the cane, birch and ability to punish on the bare buttocks was limited due to school regulations.
Oh yes Miss Gray gave me some beatings but to be honest I couldn’t take her seriously, I saw her more as a sexually attractive short skirted teacher trying her hardest but found her more of a turn on than someone in authority. I think the last straw for her was this morning when she sitting on the desk at the front of the class wearing her usual short skirt and I wolf whistled at her. Thinking back on it now I should have played the game and not been so blatant because my disrespect to Miss Gray resulted in her absolving all responsibility for my discipline and sending me to Miss Svenson and oh dear how I am suffering at her hands.
Miss Gray slapped me hard across my face gave me a note in a sealed envelope which she told me not to open and told me to report to Miss Svenson which I did thinking it would be a few strokes of the strap and a scolding. Oh how wrong I was Miss Svenson beat the living daylights out of me and reduced me to tears.
I walked along the classroom corridors to the room at the end with the sealed note and knocked on Miss Svenson’s office door.
She opened the door and said “I have been expecting you John,take off your trousers and stand in the corner until I read the note and decide what to do with you”
I walked sheepishly behind her and stood in front of her office desk while she opened the envelope, I was just standing there looking at her and in a strange way found her rather attractive for an older woman and looked down at her legs. She slapped me across the face and said “ I am to punish and discipline you not to be ogled at you will learn that the hard way,I told you to take off your trousers, drop them now and stand in that corner”
I had never been punished on the bare buttocks before, the humiliation of standing there with my pants pulled down and being scolded was punishment enough without the pain which I could never have anticipated would have been so severe.
I did as she said and then she proceeded to read out the 10 offences I was to be punished for indicating the number of strokes for each demeanour Miss Gray had listed and also added her own offences to the list. She said “You have been sent here to be punished for your conduct in class and for each offence will received 10 hard strokes of the Tawse, 10 hard strokes of the Senior Cane and 10 strokes of the heavy strap on your bare buttocks I will deal with each offence separately. In addition I am going to personally break you for staring at me and not doing as I said when you entered my office and for that you will receive additional punishments as I decide fit.”
I was counting this out in my mind, that amounted to 300 strokes in total surely she wasn;t strong enough to administer that amount of punishment?
“Now before I start with your formal punishment I am going to treat you like a little naughty boy and spank you across my knee since you seemed to like my legs this is a chance for you to get close to them. Now get over my knee boy.”
I sheepishly complied and assumed the position across her lap. I thought it would be a few slaps, oh no this was painful, she whacked me and whacked me with a hairbrush and rubber soled slipper continually scolding me and shouting about my insolence and urges, referring to the bulge in my pants which very soon disappeared under the pressure of all the blows rained down on my bare buttock with the slipper.
The more I screamed out the more she battered me with the slipper eventually it stopped and she said “ Now for real punishment boy, get over that desk and prepare for the formalities of your discipline”
“Please miss I am sorry, I don’t think I can take any more punishment”
“You will be sorry boy, you are going to suffer a lot of pain and learn the hard way, I am going to thrash you within an inch of your life, now drop your shorts and get over that desk”
As I bent over the desk I was shaking waiting for it to start wondering what it was going to be like, if that over the knee beating wasn’t real punishment what was my formal punishment going to be like?
It wasn’t long until I found out, Miss Svenson made it all so formal and worked her way through the list reading out how many strokes for each offence, it lasted for over 90 minutes and it is difficult to describe it in detail. It was painful and also humiliating to be bent over the desk with my bare bottom being tortured by this determined woman.
Miss Svenson moved from her position on the desk and walked over to me holding the Lochgelly Tawse, I feared the worse, more punishment was about to follow, it was that time one hour had passed. I tried not to look at her as she approached me for fear of more punishment, she sat right on top of the desk I was typing at and said“John have you finished the essay yet, your hour is up?
I told her it was almost finished and she told me to stand in the corner with my face to the wall while she read what I had written.
Five minutes later she said “I want you to include in the essay the deterrent effect my punishment has had and your sincere apologies to Miss Gray but first the final part of you punishment will commence, I want you to take off all your clothes and lie on the couch face down, I am going to beat the living daylights out of you”
I did as she ordered and wondered what was to follow. All of a sudden there was a knock at her door and in came Miss Gray, this all had been planned, she was obviously here to witness whatever was going to happen to me.
“Miss Gray is not only going to witness this final part, she is also going to assist me to administer your punishment, your body is about to suffer” she said.
Miss Svenson picked up 2 thin tawses and handed one to Miss Gray, I thought to myself that thin tawses would be ok and nothing like the XH Lochgelly’s from earlier. That said my body was very tender from the earlier beatings and anything would be painful.
“I know what you’re thinking these are not heavy straps however Miss Gray and I are going to systematically beat your whole body, this will be fun for us and extremely painful for you, the more you shout out, the more punishment you will get. I gagged you earlier but this time will enjoy hearing you screaming and apologising to Miss Gray
Miss Gray take off you skirt so he can see you stockings and legs while he is being punished, he needs that as a reminder of why he is here and that will test his resolve”
Miss Gray removed her skirt and blouse and was standing there in her underwear and black stockings, she looked great and all of a sudden I had an erection.
“That’s great Miss Gray we now have him ready for our punishment, you can administer the first 6 strokes, I’d suggest you start on his legs and thereafter we can whip his whole body together”
Miss Gray shouted “You are a despicable little boy and will be sorry for the way you behave in my classroom” and whacked me 6 times on the legs with thin tawse which was really painful and for an unknown reason I shouted out “You are a bitch Miss Gray”
That was it, both her and Miss Svenson then started to belt me all over my body starting with my ankles and working right up to my shoulders, I screamed and screamed. The more screaming I did the more time the strap kept falling on my body. Eventually it stopped and I thought that was it over.
“Stand against with your back to the wall and hold out your hands, you are going to be strapped with the Lochgelly and after each stroke you will thank me and say how sorry you are to Miss Gray”
She didn;t say how many strokes I was to get, I just assumed it would be six.
No it wasn’t she laid it one so hard that I lost count and forgot to thank her after the first 8, in fact I couldn’t keep my hand out any longer. Miss Svenson said “Miss Gray please hold his wrists to stop him pulling his hand away, I want to beat his hands until they are black and blue”
Miss Gray held onto my wrists and presented my hand for the tawsing. It was the worst hand strapping I had ever experienced and by this time I was crying like a little child.
“I am sorry Miss Gray for my behaviour, I will always behave in class and be a good boy”
The tawsing eventually stopped and Miss Gray led me back to my desk to finish this essay off. My hands are so painful that it’s difficult to type.
All I can say is that I am extremely sorry for my bad behaviour and have learned a harsh lesson which I will remember for the rest of my life. I hope that I never have to appear before Miss Svenson again HOWEVER she has insisted that I report to her next week to be assessed. Hopefully that doesn’t mean more punishment? My body will be aching for weeks to come.