I sat ner­vous­ly lis­ten­ing to Miss Sven­sonís sum­ma­ry of my first week as her lodger. It was Fri­day after­noon and some rules had been broken.
You have repeat­ed­ly left your dirty cof­fee cups in the lounge, she said qui­et­ly, This is in breach of the house rules as you are aware. Is it so hard to take a cup into the kitchen and place it in the sink? After all Iím not expect­ing you to wash it. Now stand up, take down your trousers and get over my kneeî, she ordered.
I had only been a res­i­dent in Elsa Sven­son’s house for a lit­tle shy of a week. The rent was rea­son­able, but I did have to agree to a set of house rules that were pre­sent­ed to me. Any breach of these rules would result in cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment being admin­is­tered. I had a choice to accept her terms or look else­where. I decid­ed that although some of the rules could be con­sid­ered dra­con­ian, I could avoid chas­tise­ment with­out too much effort. After all where else would I find a room in North Lon­don for £55 a week.
The terms were clear. All offences would be not­ed and cor­rec­tion applied on a Fri­day afternoon.
As I stood and unfas­tened my jeans, I won­dered why she had not men­tioned the cof­fee cups dur­ing the week. Instead she just cleared them away with a smile. I must remem­ber to go through the list of rules after my spank­ing. Miss Sven­son† drew back her skirt, reveal­ing her stock­ing tops.  At least the view was good, I thought to myself.
SMACK, the first blow was firm but quite bear­able and I sud­den­ly felt reas­sured that this pun­ish­ment would be tol­er­a­ble, espe­cial­ly since I had the pro­tec­tion of my under­pants. The spank­ing con­tin­ued for a while.  Miss Sven­son spanked slow­ly but rhyth­mi­cal­ly and after a few min­utes placed her fin­gers in the waist­band of my under­pants. Oh Oh. She con­tin­ued to spank my now bared bot­tom in that slow man­ner and I began to feel the effects. Dur­ing the dis­ci­pline Elsa explained how she did­nít enjoy pun­ish­ing me but it was her duty to enforce the rules and it had to be done. ìyes Maíamî was all I could mut­ter.  When she pulled my undies back up, I realised that the spank­ing was over. I could live with that, I thought, ìit was not any­where as bad as I had ini­tial­ly imagined.
Stand up and pull up your trouser­sî, she said. Great — trousers up, pun­ish­ment over. I sat back down on the sofa.
Miss Sven­son smiled, ìthe next breach was talk­ing dur­ing Eas­t­en­ders, I’ll be back in a minute
What kind of rule was that, I thought, talk­ing dur­ing Eas­t­en­ders, I remem­ber her telling me to shh­hh at the time, but who watch­es that garbage any­way  Miss Sven­son apparently.
She walked back in the room flex­ing a cane in her hands. Things were look­ing dire, she must real­ly be a fan. I am now going to give you six strokes of the cane, please stand up, drop your trousers, bend over and grab your ankles.
I obeyed, won­der­ing why on earth I agreed to this in the 1st place and remind­ing myself for a sec­ond time to read through the rules. THWWACK, the pain was unbear­able, that Elsa must be a ten­nis play­er or some­thing. Ten sec­onds must have passed before the sec­ond stroke land­ed, she does like to take her time. I man­aged to endure the can­ing and hoped that that would be the end. But alas, it was­n’t. I had to go over Miss Sven­son’s knee a sec­ond time for a spank­ing on my welt­ed bot­tom with a slip­per, fol­lowed by a strap­ping on my poor bare bot­tom. But in true mean fash­ion she saved the worst for last. Twelve strokes of that dread­ful cane ñ the first six across my under­pants, then she low­ered them and applied anoth­er six on the bare. Every time I had hoped it was over after being told to pull up my trousers. But it con­tin­ued. The only respite came between each ìsen­tenceî being car­ried out which I was thank­ful for. Miss Sven­son nev­er raised her voice and was extreme­ly calm dur­ing the entire episode and claimed that she real­ly did­nít want to give me a thrash­ing but I did deserve it so she had to fol­low it through. Although she did seem very good at it and I do get the feel­ing she enjoyed blis­ter­ing my behind. Any­way, tomor­row ís Fri­day, so letís hope I have improved.
The End.

 

Richard nev­er worked hard at school but he could have done and passed many exams quite eas­i­ly but he chose to be lazy instead† often copy­ing oth­er boys exam papers or cheat­ing by steal­ing the mas­ters answer papers, today though was going to be dif­fer­ent because he was going to be caught red­hand­ed in the act of gross mis­con­duct. The class­room was qui­et the mas­ter had popped out to the play­ground to have a cig­a­rette and left as he thought the boys all work­ing very hard on a maths test how­ev­er Richard had dif­fer­ent ideas as soon as the mas­ter Mr Williams had gone Richard rushed to the front of the class and looked in his brief­case for all the answers to the test so he could cheat on every­one and get 100% cor­rect answers great idea he thought as he made his way back to his desk and start­ed to read a com­ic as all the oth­er boys worked try­ing to get the sums right unfor­tu­nate­ly for Richard

Mr Williams had been watch­ing this though the class­room win­dow where he could not be seen by the boys and was furi­ous at what he saw, he rushed in to the class­room hold­ing a strap in his hand no Richard this is not for you lad you need the can­ing of a life time and that is†what you are going to get from Miss

Sven­son the head­mistress you lazy boy and with that he took Richard by the ear and led him upstairs to the head­mistress­es study where he explained in detail what he had seen though the window†the head­mistress was shocked and Miss Sven­son went to a locked cup­board on the real wall of the study and removed her largest and longest cane in her armoury, take down your trousers and under­pants boy she said and bend your­self over that†desk to expose your bare bottom†I am going to give you twelve of the best†and maybe more tomor­row after assem­bly in the great hall if you don’t behave prop­er­ly and take this like a man† do you under­stand Richard? yes miss he replied  and await­ed the first stroke of the cane to bite into his bot­tom he did­n’t have to wait long there was a loud hiss of the cane and down it came  caus­ing a very sharp pain with an intense sting in Richard’s rear end which he disliked†and let out a huge howl shut up†the head­mistress said† this is only the first stroke your’e bot­tom will be much red­der after the next few strokes have land­ed on tar­get and push your head well down so that your bot­tom is uppermost†in our minds as†I want a good tar­get to aim for.

Richard was not enjoy­ing this treat­ment at all his face pressed†onto a hard wood­en desk and his bare bot­tom well pre­sent­ed and arched for the head­mistress to hit when­ev­er she felt like bring­ing down the stick  he was wish­ing he had nev­er cheat­ed in the first place but now it was too late to turn the clock back he would have to injure the pain of a real can­ing so rich­ly deserved and with the agree­ment and sup­port of his par­ents who had been phoned pri­or to the can­ing for their approval, a few more strokes and the pain was unbear­able in his bot­tom† he also want­ed to cry but bit his lip in an effort to stem the pain com­ing from the nasty invad­er who was vis­it­ing his bot­tom now every two sec­onds or so how could he hold out†much longer prob­a­bly not, tears where already in his eyes now but the head­mistress car­ried on regard­less† until all strokes had been admin­is­tered and Richard would apol­o­gise and amend his ways for good

 

 

It was with some trep­i­da­tion that I climbed the stairs to Miss Sven­son’s classroom.

Hav­ing long har­boured the fan­ta­sy of being dis­ci­plined by a female author­i­ty fig­ure, I was both excit­ed and more than a lit­tle nervous.

 

Doubts start­ed to creep in; I won­dered if I could indeed live with­out the real­i­ty and just leave it as a love­ly fantasy.

 

The feel­ings went back a long way, back to my junior school days.

 

That was when Miss Dakin had made me stand on that chair for dis­rupt­ing her class.

 

Miss Dakin had always been far stricter with the boys than with the girls. Sev­er­al of my male class­mates who had been in my cur­rent posi­tion, had then been kept back after class to expe­ri­ence the painful delights of Miss Dak­in’s strap and/or slipper.

 

Often this was car­ried out whilst the boy was strad­dled across Miss Dak­in’s lap. And, if I am being total­ly hon­est, I also longed to be across her lap.

 

So while I stood there on the chair, my legs felt like jel­ly. But I was also excit­ed in a strange way that I had nev­er expe­ri­enced before, antic­i­pat­ing being tak­en across Miss Dak­inís lap and spanked for the first time in my life.

 

But after the class had been dis­missed and I was still stand­ing on†the chair, Miss Dakin sim­ply called to me you can go now Kevin, but don’t dis­rupt my class again because I won’t be so lenient next time What a dis­ap­point­ment that was !

 

But letís get back to Ms Svenson.

 

As we climbed the stairs I kept think­ing ìdo I real­ly need this, sure­ly I can live with­out know­ing what this feels like?.

 

But the soft swish of Miss Sven­sonís skirt and the clip of her heels on the stairs were quite com­fort­ing and they made me think again..I mean she’s only a petite lady, so how much could it hurt, itís going to be such great fun.

 

We had agreed before the ses­sion that Miss Sven­son would be in charge of a sce­nario based around the old tra­di­tion of six of the best I would be the obnox­ious school­boy who had been warned sev­er­al times before about his behaviour.

 

Miss Sven­son, of course, would be the strict head­mistress at the end of her teth­er. Final­ly she has decid­ed that cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment is the only way for­ward for this out of con­trol pupil.

 

As soon as we entered the room, Miss Sven­son point­ed to the cor­ner and said go and stand in that cor­ner boy, fac­ing the wall, and with your hands on your head, and be silent !

 

Stand­ing in the cor­ner, still not sure of what I had got myself into, I could hear Miss Sven­son read­ing the note I had pre­pared, out­lin­ing my many wicked misdeeds.

I could hear her ìtut­tingî and the sound of her tap­ping her fin­ger­tips on her desk in frus­tra­tion and grow­ing anger.

 

I stood there think­ing She actu­al­ly sounds quite annoyed.I hope she remem­bers that this is all just role play.

 

Then I near­ly jumped out of my skin as she said loud­ly  Come here boy ! stand in front of my desk !

 

As I stood to atten­tion in front of Miss Sven­sonís desk, she looked up at me and said ìstand up straight boy, no slouch­ing in my officeî She then con­tin­ued to read the note.

 

I could hear her mut­ter­ing under her breath. tut tut, play­ing tru­ant, smok­ing on school premis­es, inso­lent to teach­ers, run­ning in school cor­ri­dors dear, oh dear..

 

Well boy , and what do you have to say for yourself?!

 

Er.dunno Miss, but it wonít hap­pen again Miss, I said, rather weakly.

 

I have a way of mak­ing you remem­ber to behave boy !

 

She stood up quick­ly and walked over to a cup­board mount­ed on the wall, which she unlocked with a key that she had tak­en from her desk draw.

 

Have you seen what’s in this cab­i­net before boy?

 

No Mis­sî I replied.

 

Then from the cup­board she took out a very long and ter­ri­fy­ing­ly thick cane.

 

I know that my eyes widened into saucers when I saw it.I did­n’t remem­ber the canes that I saw at school hav­ing looked half as fear­some as this one.

 

Bend for­ward over my desk boy and stand on your tip toes as well

 

I did as I was told and won­dered, once again, what I had got myself into.

 

Now, I am going to admin­is­ter 6 strokes of the cane to your bot­tom, and I want you to remain still through­out the pun­ish­ment. If you move out of posi­tion or try to rub your bot­tom before I have fin­ished, youíll get extra strokes, is that all under­stood boy?

 

I gulped and said Yes miss

 

Excel­lent, you will also count out each stroke loud­ly , and in a clear voice, and you will thank me for each stroke as well so you will say.One, thank you Miss, Two, thank you Miss is that understood?

 

This was start­ing to sound a lit­tle wor­ry­ing, but I said Yes Miss

 

Good, right we havenít got all day so letís get this over and done with shall we boy?

 

Er.o.k.Miss

 

Miss Sven­son tapped the cane on my behind. I thought ìwell this is alright, I don’t know what I was wor­ried about, I hard­ly felt that

 

I said loud­ly One, thank you Miss ì

 

Miss Sven­son laughed out loud, don’t be sil­ly boy, Iím just get­ting ready to give you the first stroke, I was just tap­ping the cane on your behind to pre­pare myself

 

OhI said, and then ìOwwwî as the cane land­ed with a loud thwack right across both cheeks of my backside.

 

It felt like some­one had laid a red hot pok­er on my bum cheeks and left it there.I jumped up and danced around shout­ing wouch..oohhhh and rub­bing my back­side for all I was worth.

 

Miss Sven­son stood there with much amuse­ment glint­ing in her eyes as she said ìOh dear, much as I am enjoy­ing your lit­tle dance Kevin, itís just earned you two more strokes..

 

Get­ting back to busi­ness, Miss Sven­son said..back into posi­tion now boy, you have anoth­er 7 strokes to enjoy

 

As my back­side slow­ly eased a lit­tle, I con­sid­ered mak­ing a run for it or ask­ing Miss Sven­son if I could be excused, but that would have been a cop-out. So I duti­ful­ly bent back down over the desk to await the next stroke.

 

Haven’t you for­got­ten some­thing Kevin? said Miss Sven­son did I not ask you to count the strokes?

 

Oh yes, sor­ry Miss, One thank you miss I replied.

 

Good boy,I’ll let you off this time, but donít for­get to count again or I WILL add more strokes onto your punishment

 

The next five strokes were no eas­i­er than the first, but I man­aged to stay in posi­tion and I remem­bered to count (I did­n’t dare to forget)

 

After the six strokes Miss Sven­son said I could stand up, which I did gratefully.

 

Now then, you took those last five very well, but we still have two to go

 

Yes Miss I said as start­ed to bend down again.

 

 

No Kevin, the extra strokes that I award are han­dled a lit­tle dif­fer­ent­ly. Take down your trousers and then bend back over the desk

 

Er..is that real­ly nec­es­sary Miss, I mean it hurts a lot even with trousers on?

 

Miss Sven­son asked in an amused tone And just who is in charge here Kevin?

 

So, I start­ed to undo my trousers and turned again towards the desk as a thought came into my mind. I had­nít antic­i­pat­ed this and I could­nít remem­ber which under­pants I had on. I had a hor­ri­ble feel­ing that it might be a pair of nov­el­ty ones that had been agift from a friend of mine, they are more or less cov­ered in images of naked women.

 

The thought of Miss Sven­son whack­ing her cane on these brazen­ly sex­ist images filled me with dread. She would be real­ly annoyed to see these images and maybe the next two strokes would be a lot hard­er as a consequence.

 

But I was com­mit­ed to this and so I dropped my trousers and bent over the desk.

 

After a long pause Miss Sven­son said Those are very inter­est­ing under­pants Kevin..

 

Er yes Miss, I’m real­ly sor­ry Miss, I had­n’t realise that you would want me to drop my trousers, I would have worn some­thing more appro­pri­ate if I had known

 

ìYes well, I canít pos­si­bly use my cane on those ladies, it would be high­ly dis­re­spect­ful to themî

 

I heaved a sigh of relief as I realised I was about to be let off the two extra strokes.

 

No, we can’t have that, so you had bet­ter drop your under­pants as well Kevin

 

As I lay there across Miss Sven­son’s desk I could hard­ly believe what I had just heard so I said ìIím sor­ry Miss, did you say that I have to drop my pants as well?

 

That’s right noth­ing like a bare bot­tom can­ing from a woman to improve a boy’s respect for the fair­er sex, and I think weíll add two more strokes as pun­ish­ment for show­ing such dis­gust­ing dis­re­spect to women

 

I gulped as I stood up, dropped my under­pants, and bent back over the desk. I know I had asked for this, but I real­ly was­n’t look­ing for­ward to it. But to back out now would have been cow­ard­ly and it would have shown me up in Miss Sven­son’s eyes.

 

I felt very noble as I wait­ed for my pun­ish­ment, I knew I was doing the right thing.

 

I felt like that right up until the first stroke on my bare behind..

 

wwww­c­c­c­ch­h­h­h­hh..! I screamed as my behind explod­ed with pain.

 

That’s what I like to hear Kevin, Iíll make you sing a lot more notes like that before I let you go home.. keep it up my lad.. laughed Miss Svenson.

 

THE END

 

 

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!!”

 

I have received a lot of sto­ries so far but can still accept some more.†The sto­ries will be pub­lished here in the blog start­ing in June.The win­ner will be picked at the end of June and he will get a free 40 min spank­ing session.Good luck to all.

 

 

Miss Sven­sonís spank­ing sto­ry competition!†This is how it works you must get cre­ative and write a spank­ing sto­ry which includes Miss Sven­son. It obvi­ous­ly must be your own work and you must agree to have it pub­lished on my web­site. The best sto­ry will win a free 40 min­utes spank­ing ses­sion. Please send your sto­ry to me and I will pick the lucky winner.

Come on boys what are you wait­ing for this is your chance to show us how good you are!