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Miss Dawn Superior
She gives real spankings over her knee in Peterborough Check out more of this beautiful woman here http://www.mistressadvisor.com or visit her website http://www.superiorwoman.co.uk/
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Mistress Luna, Romania.This beautiful woman has fantastic legs, just a glance of them will give you a stonking hard-on in seconds, She also gives one hell of a hard, but very erotic spanking over her gorgeous pantyhose covered thighs. See More at http://www.mistressadvisor.com
When I was 14 years old I was in love with my teacher miss caulder. She would always sit on her desk at the front of the class and flash her Gorgeous pantyhose legs at me, as I sat in the first row directly in front of her I would get the best view looking up her skirt. You guessed it!! I got caught looking! She gave me the most harsh caning of 36 strokes until my bottom was bruised and bloody.
After it was over I had to dash the the loo to wank myself silly. I would have loved to eat her pussy to show my appreciation to her for wearing black pantyhose and a short skirt when she caned me, and giving me this gorgeous pantyhose Fetish which I enjoy, and love so much today.
Flexing your cane, you keep your eye on the target as she lowers her knickers in preparation.
Asa
I want you both to count out loud so the class can hear!
Yes Miss. Yes Miss
Thwack, whack!!
Owwwww one Miss! Owwwww one Miss!
SwiiiishâŠ.crack, whack!
Ohhhhh-ooooh two Miss! Ahhhhhhhhh two Miss!
Takes a step backâŠ.THWACK THWACK!
Owwwwwwwwwwwww ohh oh Iâm sorry Miss, three Miss, no more Miss! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeoooow! Oh God! Three Miss!
Raises the cane to a full arc, and slashes it down hard CRACK,CRACK!
Jumping up clutching their bottoms and dancing about⊠Owwww..wwwww. fourâŠsob sob sob âŠfour Muss Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhwwwww Four Miss, please stop, please, Iâm sorry Miss!
Get back down and present your bottoms!
The class is shocked and totally silent.
THWAAAAAAACK, THWWWWACCCCK!!!
The girls grip the desk and squeal awfully as they cry, tears running down their contorted faces⊠OwwwwwwwwwwwwâŠohhhh.ooooooow Five Miss! Owwwwwww, oh oh ohhhhh Five MIss!
Now let this be a lesson and example to you all! The class are horrified, some cannot look, some crying, some totally absorbed and excited.
She turns a viscous lay, without any mercy delivers two final brutal cutting slashes across their bottoms..
THWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAACK! THWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAACK,
Both girls do the âthrashed bottom danceâ clutching their cheeks, crying, squealing, sobbing, one of them loses control and wees herself before the classâŠ
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW Six Miss! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW Six Miss!
Stop rubbing this instant! Out to the front, put your hands on your heads, and stay there until the end of the class!
Asa
She could dominate me all the way to the bedroom
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Every day, after the last class of the afternoon, some unfortunate boys who have been summoned along the school day for a caning, start showing up at the office of the Headmistressâ secretary.
She calls her boss, then:
- Mrs. Brown, a bunch of boys have come wanting to âtalkâ to you.
- Really? So soon? How many are them?
- Well itâs 17,05, as usual, Mrs. Brown. They are four
- Ok, I am busy at the moment. Write on four post-its a number from 1 to 4, place them downwards over your desk. Let they choose the order to get into my office later.
Just for our entertainment, let them know that the third of them, will recieve 12 strokes instead the usual 6 from my cane. I am sure you will be amused looking at their faces while they do their choice.
Then, make them line up in order, facing the wall in front of you , with hands on head, until I call you back to send them in. Ok?
 - Of course Mrs. Brown.
For the Headmistressâ secretary, Friday afternoons are busy moments because are set to deal with the canings for the unruly boys. The routine is always the same; the boys wait lined up and facing the wall in the corridor.
She, one by one, calls them by reading his name from her list and escorting the unlucky pupil to the Headmistressâ office; after a short while, six loud yells and grunts come from the office and then the boy shows up red-faced and rubbing his bottom vigorously.
Time to call the next one.
This is how virtuous Christian ladies run schools.
I would like to be last in the queue as the last caning she gives is the hardest
I had been summoned to the Headmistressâ office. I didnât know well, why, but I was sure it was for nothing good.
Miss Shaw, her secretary, directed me to wait facing the wall with my hands on my head, as she usually does with pupils waiting for punishment, which confirmed my suspicion about not being there to receive a medal.
After a while, my arms began to become heavy and I started to fidget a bit while hearing Miss Shawâs heels, tapping the floor back and forwards.
For a moment, any sound stopped so I could not resist to turn round my head, to stare at Miss Shawâs ample bottom on display whilst slightly bent over her desk reading the cover of a couple of books on it.
I think she noticed the heat of my sight on her bottom because she caught me red handed, out of position and ogling at her!
-Â Â Â Do you like the landscape, Johnson? You can stare at my bottom all you want, there is nothing wrong with it.
I am afraid you will not be able to say the same about yours in a while looking at what the Headmistress has for you in store⊠and what she will have, after I tell about this incidentâŠ
-Â Â Â Please, Miss. Donât tell her!
Our words, were interrupted by the Headmistress , showing up just at that moment.
-Â Â âWhat is that Johnson does not want you to tell me, Lynda?â
Obviously, she had heard us and the secretary had not option but to tell what had happened.
That was the day I beat my mark at the receiving end of the cane. 18 of the best, they were!
To make an elite school work itâs not only a facultyâs responsibility. Every member of the staff must play its role, efficiently.
For instance, Miss Shaw, the headmistressâ secretary and her laptop, make an incredible source of information.
First day of the term after Xmas and I go to her office to make some arrangements in my enrollment documents about the optional subjects to choose.
She types the keyboard, my profile appears on display and a change in her expression becomes quite noticeable:
- You didnât came the last week of the past term to school, did you, Johnson?
- No, Miss. I got a serious flue, with temperature, my mum reported it to school. Is not recorded her report, Miss?
- Yes, your mother document is registered. But your profile shows that you were summoned for a detention the last Friday of the term; you had gathered three warnings and you didnât attend to that last detention of the term.
- Well, Miss. You probably put the detention list on the noticeboard as usual, but thus I did not come to school, it was impossible for me to know it nor to attend to the detention while being ill.
- Yes, Johnson. I am not blaming it on you. Itâs just that the pendent detention poped up in your profile.
Letâs solve this issue. The Headmistress is right now in her office and I think she is not too busy. While I make your arrangements about your optional subjects on the profile, I am sure she has time enough to cane you.
So why donât start the term with a clean slate? Knock at her door, explain her the situation, and ask for your pending caning?
- But Miss⊠the first day after Xmas seasonâŠ
- Would you prefer me having to inform her that you are refusing to receive a pending punishment?
- No, Miss. Of course not.
- I supposed so. Go and knock at her door I am sure her cane will be eager to wish you a Happy New Year.
POOL SORY - PART 3
On Monday morning Johnson goes to school excited and apprehensive to see his weekend study group âfriendsâ in their more familiar setting and with their clothes on.
He goes to the first class but theyâre not there. He takes his seat, still a little tender from the weekendâs caning, and his heart skips a beat each time the door opens in the hope that itâs Wendy or Jane or Erin.
The girlâs chairs are empty when the teacher, Miss Evans, arrives with a strange announcement.
- âJohnson, youâre to report to the Headmistressâ office at once!â she said sternly.
The whole class was silent as they watched him fumbling to pack his things and make his way uncomfortably out of the room, his head spinning as to what the problem could be. He reached the Headmistressâ secretary and she asked him to wait for what seemed like an eternity while she announced his arrival. He could hear muffled female voices inside but couldnât make out what they were discussing.
The door burst open an the secretary waved him inside. He froze in the doorway when he saw Wendy, Jane and Erin, all in tears, sitting with their mothers with their faces in their hands looking quite different than the last time he saw them.
- âIs this the boy?â The Headmistress asked the girls
Wendy looked up at him and pointed.
- âYes Maâam. Heâs the one who secretly videotaped us sunbathing.â and burst into deep sobbing tears.
The mothers frowned at him with screams for vengeance coming from every anger-filled element of their faces.
Johnson stood dumbfounded. The Headmistress overwhelmed him with questions.
- â Did you go to Wendyâs on Saturday?â
He nodded.
- âWere the girls sunbathing?â
He nodded.
- â Were they topless?â
He looked at the mothers in panic.
- âWell?â
He nodded.
- âAnd you filmed them?â
He started to nod before he realized and caught himself.
- âNo⊠no⊠I didnât⊠I can explainâŠâÂ
He started to ramble about the study group and the science project but the Headmistress had heard enough.
- âWait outside the door. Iâll deal with you when Iâve finished up here!â
âBut MaâamâŠâ
- âOutside!â
He took one last look at the scornful faces of the women glaring at him and the three girls gloating and trying not to laugh and crept back out the door to where the secretary already had the cane and punishment register out on her desk, her head shaking in scorn.
He stood in the familiar place of those waiting to be caned while other students filed past between classes and tried to work out what he would say to get out of his predicament.
There she goes, the Artâs teacher walking through the corridor.
She is still quite young, owns a wonderful curvy shape and a gorgeous backside, nevertheless, she is also one of the most dreaded punishers of the school.
 Her skill and harshness when using the cane (what happens quite often) is well known all around the secondary school, so pupils openly give way to her whenever she passes by, avoiding any visual contact or chat with her, you know, just in caseâŠ.
I wonder, if she haughtily thinks that owning that marvelous bottom, gives her the right to ruin the boysâ ones.
No! Not me! I would desperately want to touch my toes in front of this beauty for a good harsh caning. My problem would be keeping my erection under control looking at her gorgeous legs Awesome!!
The Canadian headmistress from Vancouver was very angry indeed, as she shouted at me, expressing her disgust at catching me looking up her skirt. Â She flexed the cane between her fingers and screamed out loud she would administer 50 severe strokes of the Singapore cane across my bare ass. She was in no mood for leniency, and as my backside was still raw from the previous beating she had given me only a few days before I knew this would be a very painful caning, but I didnât care, as the sight of her black stockings and heels would make me relish every stroke of her beautiful cane
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