Jeg vet at det er en del norske som kikker innom. Hvorfor ikke sende meg en mail fortell litt om deg selv og kanskje komme en tur til London og faa en god spanking .….
Spanking & Caning in London with Miss Elsa Svenson
Jeg vet at det er en del norske som kikker innom. Hvorfor ikke sende meg en mail fortell litt om deg selv og kanskje komme en tur til London og faa en god spanking .….
Sadly I have to point this out again as it happens too often that people book a session and don’t show up. If you book a session you should follow it through. If you are not sure you are ready then please don’t waste my time.
Monday 11 October 1952
.… without having to take tough decisions sometimes. Mass punishment are not my idea of justice but, when I paid an impromptu visit to 5A, who were being taught Latin by Mr Grimes at the time, and found the entire class in uproar, throwing things at each other, I wasted no time trying to track down the ring-leaders, but strapped the whole class there and then, with their trousers at half mast. Twenty-three boys, twenty-three sore, throbbing bottoms, and all over in less than ten minutes. So much more effective than detention…
Monday 22 September 1952
I am still shaking with fury after an unpleasant episode with an obnoxious boy called Hoskins, the son of the local greengrocer. He had been sent to me for throwing a piece of chalk at another boy ñ the kind of infantile behaviour that absolutely infuriates me. I probably strapped Hoskins a bit harder than usual in consequence. The ten strokes hurt and they were meant to hurt, but that is no excuse for what happened next. As the last stroke landed, Hoskins let out a four-letter word of the vilest kind. I was flabbergasted ñ and so angry that I put him over my knee, pulled down his trousers and pants and gave him a good walloping with a wooden hair brush which I happened to have to hand. He was crying like a baby by the end.
Friday 28 July 1952
The end of my first summer term. On consulting my punishment book, I see that I have administered 151 strappings, 98 canings and sundry other punishments of the kind that make it hard for a boy to sit down afterwards. It sounds a lot on paper but, in a tough inner-city school like ours, it is imperative that the head teacher shows who is boss.
Taking a well-earned holiday in the south of France, near a little village called…
Tuesday 12 May 1952
.… which was simply not good enough. I told him that, as he had obviously not learnt his lesson, I would have to take more drastic measures. At the word ëdrasticí, I could see the first signs of fear in his eyes. He was a†big boy,†tall for a 14-year-old, and probably thought he could take a thrashing from a female teacher in his stride. He wasnít prepared for the sight of my senior cane ñ as big and whippy and generally nasty as it sounds ñ and he certainly wasnít prepared for my barked instruction, ëTrousers and pants down, Hooper, and quick about it!í ëBut M‑m-miss…,í he stammered. ëYes, Hooper?í ëMr Grange never made us take our pants down.í ëAnd Iím not Mr Grange,í I retorted, quick as a flash. ëAnd thatís two extra strokes for arguing!í
Who would have thought that, only a few months into my new job, I would be giving a boy eight strokes of the cane on his bare bottom? I was just following my gut instincts. I reasoned that Hooper needed to be humiliated and embarrassed, not just subjected to physical pain. I quite enjoyed the experience, if I am honest, laying on eight angry red stripes with firmness and deliberation. Hooper, I am pleased to say, didnít enjoy the experience one little bit.
Friday 8 March 1952
The end of my first week as headmistress and the first time I have been called on to use the strap ñ an evil-looking black one, bequeathed to me by my predecessor, Mr Grange. Three nervous-looking boys from the lower fifth knocked on my door and told me they had been sent to see me by the geography master, Mr Willis, for running in the corridor.
Never having strapped a pupil before, I was almost as apprehensive as they were. But I decided that, if my authority was to be respected, it was no time for half measures. I made each of the boys touch their toes in turn, while I gave them ten hard strokes of the strap over their tight grey shorts. One of the boys had tears in his eyes by the time I had finished, and the other two were red-faced and rubbed their bottoms furiously as they left the room. ëGood,í I thought to myself. ëThey wonít be coming back here in a hurry.í
Miss Blackstockís Diaries:
Living in a building that was a boysí school for more than a hundred years, from the middle of the nineteenth century to the 1970s, I have often thought that, if these walls could talk, they would have some extraordinary stories to tell ñ most of them ending with thwacking sounds, hot tears and a very sore bottom.
Imagine my surprise, and delight, when I came across a moth-eaten old diary in a cupboard in my flat. The entries mainly date from the 1950s and 1960s and, judging by the content, were written by the woman who was headmistress at the time ñ Miss Marjorie Blackstock M.A. (Oxon), according to my researches.
She must have been a remarkable lady, not just to have been made head of an all-boys secondary school, but to be entrusted with disciplinary responsibilities that would normally have fallen to a male teacher.
Most of her diary entries are about the day-to-day business of the school and will have little interest for users of this site. But there are some I would like to share, if only because they capture the attitudes of the time ñ and what some would call the kinks of the time ñ so faithfully. The diary makes abundantly clear that the redoubtable Miss Blackstock not only used corporal punishment, which was pretty much universal practice at the time, but deployed the strap, cane and other implements of chastisement with the utmost relish.
As and when I have time off from my own disciplinary duties, I will be transcribing some of the more eye-opening diary entries on this page.
To be continued.….
95% of the people who contact me to book a session actually show up on time and turn out to be very nice. The other 5% are often timewastersÖthey often send many e mails with questions and demands and take a lot of my time.†They book sessions for then shortly after to cancel again this sometimes happen 3 or 4 times before I finally have to tell them enough is enough and I donít have time for this.†Although I understand that some people get cold feet and find it too scary to come and see me I donít think it is acceptable to waste my time in this way.†If you are not sure you can go through with it please donít book a session. When this is said I would like to thank the many very nice and clients I have. I so much enjoy spanking you and teaching you a lesson!
Many thanks
Miss Elsa Svenson