The Caning Headmistress
About this deal
Miss Eleanor Sullivan, Headmistress, selecting a nice swishy cane shouts, “BOY/GIRL, kindly stand up and convey yourself smartly out to me. We shall soon find out, once you are across the desk, if your regard for me is all you say it is. Somehow I doubt it, but Miss Sullivan’s cane may be able to elicit if you are truly sincere my lad/lass!” I yelled out in agonised protest, trying to let the teacher know how much she was hurting me. She knew.
How about the idea of spending ‘a little corner time’ between sets, just to give you a little time to reflect upon your sins… Mr Hoggett said: "This case has been hanging over my client, a responsible headmistress of this town, for a long time. So you have been punished and you think that the best way to celebrate it is enjoying one of our famous ice creams. No way!This took a while, given the painful state of my posterior. Eventually I stood, still tearful, facing Mrs Seaton. My hands were carefully massaging my smarting rear. I could feel the mark left by that wayward third stroke on bare flesh, not covered by my short trousers as the others were. I am a pro Domme, Disciplinarian and Headmistress. I specialise in spanking, caning, general impact play, CP and role play, however I am versatile and multifaceted, indulging in many other fetishes.
I tried to explain that, feeling small, bewitched and contrite. She let me struggle to articulate my thoughts for a moment or two, but then interrupted. Miss Janet Dines left the court "completely vindicated" after being accused of assaulting and beating 14-year-old Lynne. JokeI see. Well, it won’t be your hand that will be sore after I am done with you.” I stood up and walked around my desk. I turned the chair that stood before it around and sat down, reaching for the plimsoll waiting on the desk. I suggest," Miss Sternwood announced in the same controlled tone, "that you remember every last detail of this punishment," the light tap-tap of her cane punctuating the rhythm of her words, "especially if you ever begin to feel your mind wander from your studies... now for number three." She watched the glass as Thomas, finally free to rub his bottom, struggled to simultaneously turn his boxer shorts the correct way around using only his left hand while his right hand frantically massaged at his burning cheeks. With a wry smile she reflected he would not be rubbing away that sting for quite a while. Even by her own superlative standards she knew those had been six very smartly delivered and powerful strokes.