I arrived in London at lunchtime and, after leaving my cases at my club, I walked to the offices of my solicitors. My name is Sir John Aldridge aged 34 and of independent means. I was to be told the contents of my parents will today. I had inherited our family home, Livingston Manor, when my father and mother died in a plane crash earlier this year. Although it had been my home all my life I had no idea of its value or how much I would inherit. The house had one hundred rooms as well as stables and outbuildings and was in the centre of a large estate, well away from the nearest village. Since I returned after the war my life had been one of pleasure although I had managed to keep it out of the scandal sheets.

When I arrived at the solicitors I was shown into the office of John Mason the senior partner, "Welcome Sir John, may I introduce my pupil colleague Miss Julia Frenson. She has been doing the main searches on the estate."

A very attractive young lady in legal black was sitting beside John Mason. My instant reaction was to want to find out more about her as she sat with her long legs crossed in a most elegant manner. She nodded and smiled at me. John Mason went on: " You know of course that your parents left everything to you. We have researched all the details and you appear to be a very lucky young man. Besides Livingston Hall and the surrounding park and estate you own about twenty farms and associated properties such as houses and cottages. The total estate, after death duties should amount to over five million pounds."

This left me absolutely speechless. I knew that we were well off but I had never imagined this sort of figure.

"I suggest that you let the information sink in and then have a talk with Miss Frenson who can give you the full details. Let me add that I am sorry at the death of your parents who were friends of mine and you must know that anything I can do to assist you I will."

He stood up and we shook hands. Miss Frenson also stood up and left the room at the same time as I did. She stopped me in the corridor, "Sir John, I think that you and I need to discuss the details of your inheritance. I am busy for the rest of the day but if you would like to join me in my flat this evening at about seven I will have all the papers ready for you to sign and we can discuss any proposals you may have for the future."

I confirmed that seven o'clock was fine and, after giving me her address, shook my hand and I left the office.

Five million pounds. I couldn't believe it. I had no idea what to do with this sort of money, how to invest it, how much was cash and how much tied up in land etc. My head was whirling and I decided to wait until I met Miss Frenson that evening.

The day passed very slowly with all the thoughts jostling through my head and frankly I have no idea what I did between the time I left the solicitor's office and the time I rang Miss Frenson's door bell. When she answered the door I was even more surprised because she had on a long evening gown which left little to the imagination and her dining table was set for two,

"I am sorry Miss Frenson I see that you are expecting a guest. Maybe tomorrow."

"No Sir John, I just thought that as we had a lot to discuss an informal dinner would help the work along. "

I agreed and we got down to work. There was no doubt that she was well versed in my family affairs and it was clear that there was little for me to do she had everything under control. We then turned to the dinner. This was delicious and for a while we just talked about trivia such as shows and films we had seen. After dinner we retired to the lounge and, as we were having coffee, she dropped a bombshell.

"Now we are relaxed I have a proposal to make to you which I think that you might find interesting. I gave followed your career with interest and I notice that you are keen on liaisons with young ladies and, I am also informed, that you belong to one or two rather unusual clubs in London."

As I looked alarmed she added laughing, "Don't worry I will not be passing this information on and I shall quite understand if you turn down my proposal. You have money and a large house, I have connections and am a good solicitor. I would like to suggest that you set up a girls school. Not an ordinary school but one where the pupils will, shall we say, "explore the female psyche". If you were prepared to put up the money and convert the Hall I think that I can guarantee the right kind of pupils, ones which require, and in fact wish, for firm discipline. The school would be a finishing school for young ladies and minimum age would be eighteen years. There would be a maximum of thirty girls at a time between 18 and 21 years. I am sure that you understand what I mean. I suggest that we also have selected trustees who have the opportunity of visiting the Hall and staying for three, four or five weekends a year. They would be able to watch or participate. This would allow us enlist several prominent ladies who have similar interests to ourselves. What do you think?"

I was astounded. I had long visited clubs where ladies, and gentlemen spanked and were spanked but I had never thought where the clientele other than my own friends came from. I knew that Livingston Hall was ideal for the type of project that she had in mind. "Very interesting. I provide the money and building but where would you come in?"

"The expertise - I think that I can demonstrate that rather than explain."

She stood up and reached behind her back to the fastener of her dress. In a very few seconds it had fallen to the ground and she was standing in front of me in just knickers and suspender belt. She was not wearing a brassiere and clearly from my viewpoint did not need one as her breasts were firm, well formed and her nipples already stood out prominently. I looked up at a very beautiful young lady. She was about five foot five inches, and besides her breasts her long slim legs were topped by a perfectly formed derriere. She smiled and added "I also need discipline to keep my mind on my job and I think that now is time to receive some. Might I suggest that forty hard spanks on my bottom would help both of us to concentrate"

This was a chance not to be missed and I opened my arms to her. She lowered herself across my knees presenting her bottom to me, the cheeks still concealed by the black silk knickers. Eager to start I raised my hand and brought it down firmly first on one and then the other buttock with a regularity and firmness that drew small squeals of delight from her. After twenty spanks I decide that it was time to check my work and hooking my hands in the top of the knickers eased them down below her thighs. She encouraged me in my endeavors raising her body and helping me remove the offending garment. Her bottom was taking on a beautiful red colour and warming up nicely. I ran my fingers up and down her back and legs making sure that I felt between them. As I felt her legs spread to accommodate me. I then continued the spanking not stopping at forty but carrying on until I could feel excited motions on my legs and a wetness on my trousers. Clearly she was already spending and her liquid was oozing onto my clothes. My fingers strayed deeper between her legs and the whole area was so wet that I soon slid my fingers into the fig of her cunt and gently massaged it causing even more agitation. Her bottom was vibrating with excitement and almost in a dream I heard her whisper, "Please Sir, I need more punishment. I have a cane in the cupboard will you whip me with it?"

She stood up I could see that the thick black pussy hair was already glistening with drops of her cum and the prominent mons with their engorged pussy lips showed through. I could feel my own emotions being aroused and could not be concealed as my trousers tenting out. As I went over to the cupboard to retrieve the cane I tried to adjust my pants. She was now standing facing me and I could see that her hand was working agitatedly in the thick black bush between her legs.

"Stop that my girl and bend over the end of the settee. I want to see that bum high in the air and the legs well spread."

She obeyed immediately and as she bent over with her legs parted the puffy lips of her fig pouted at me. I looked at the cane. It was a wicked brown rattan that had obviously seen plenty of use, and was good for plenty more. I was not sure what she wanted but I guessed she was used to being spanked. I raised it high brought it down with a "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!" and gave her a swinging cut across the centre of her buttocks. The cane sunk deep into soft white bum and a sharp white line appeared which soon turned to red.

"SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!" This was followed by a further five hard cuts across the fesses. Her fiery looking bum was now marked with red and white lines which turned into dark weals before my eyes finally becoming raised purple marks. Her bum cheeks were clenching and unclenching from the highly charged erotic state she was in. I told her to spread her legs wider apart and I watched the cum oozing from her and running down from her cunt onto the inside of her thighs. I massaged her bum which was afire with my ministrations and felt her pussy before I stood back again. Marking the spot "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!" I delivered five more fierce swipes to her buttocks before stopping. My own excitement was now so great that holding her in position I unfastened my trousers, extracted my rampant cock spread her pussy lips with my fingers and thrust hard into her soaking quim. My rigid cock slid home searching for the top of the slippery interior. I thrust forwards slowly and gently but she urged me on squealing with pleasure and pushing back forcing me even higher into her. I rested when I reached the summit before beginning the rapid in and out movement which leads to its ultimate climax. My thrusts got faster and faster while she pushed back to send me deeper in. Suddenly she cried out "Now" and with a shuddering joint climax we came together with me pulling out just in time and our juices spattering everywhere as we collapsed exhausted on the floor.

I eased my cock out of its slippery passage and it subsided to a relaxed state while she flopped back exhausted on the sofa. After a few minutes rest she gently caressed my cock saying she needed more of it and she knew how to get it into action again. She stood up and lifting me removed all my clothes until we were both naked..

"Bend over that chair I am going to give you ten strokes of the cane and I promise that by the end you will be ready to take me again." She was clearly aware that at the "Spankers Club" I was used to receiving as well as dishing it out!

I bent over the settee as she had done and prepared myself. I knew what was to come. I heard her breath in and then there was a searing pain in my bum. The pain grew and grew as she rained in the blows without mercy. It was what I needed and craved and began to get aroused. By the tenth I was ready to scream but, as she had predicted, I now had a fine hard on again and was ready to make the next bout much longer. I stood up and looked at her. She took my cock in her hand and led me into her bedroom. "We will be much more comfortable here."

We were immediately wrapped in an embrace with tongues thrusting urgently into each other's mouth. My fingers were into her quim searching for the bud of her clitoris. I found it without trouble it was so prominent. As I touched it she arched her back and whimpered helping me with her fingers to rub it. The spasms of joy that coursed through her body were obvious even to me and I increased my own agitation. Meanwhile her other hand was still firmly around my cock which she was endeavoring to pull off my body so great was her excitement. I could not wait any longer and climbing over her I pushed her back on the bed and spreading her wide I thrust deep into her waiting opening. The entrance was already slippery and I was soon lodged deeply inside with our pubic hairs mingling. This time we were able to prolong the pleasure for several minutes before finally again coming together.

We lay side by side for another half an hour, relaxed and satiated, while she developed her idea of a school for girls who were trained for spanking and taught to accept it. They would be upper-class girls who would marry and perpetuate our philosophy. She already had ideas for pupils. Among her friends caning and other forms of corporal punishment were a way of life and she was sure that it would be an incentive for both parents and girls. To make it work however the school would need to be secluded and the staff carefully selected. The fees would be high but the quality of the teaching would be good. She finished, "I want to set up a girls finishing school where the pupils are trained to be experienced in handling men. Whether they come out come out as debutantes and marry influential men or became specialist governesses and preceptors they will be taught to cater for the whims of their menfolk using traditional English discipline - the strap, birch and the cane!" I agreed and we decided to call it 'The School of Discipline'.

I said that there was a lot to think about and suggested that we met the next day to discuss the final details, although I was happy in principle with the idea. I then dressed and left to return to the club. I needed some sleep, a clear head and time to think out the implications.

By the morning I had decided to go ahead with the project. I did not want to fall foul of HM Inspectors of Schools so I decided that the minimum age would be 18 years and school would act as a 'finishing school'. I left Julia to decide on the number of Trustees as I was sure that her knowledge and expertise would bring in the right ones. The teachers would also be fully qualified and be expected to teach their subjects to a high standard as well as being active spankers. As a sideline we would also cater for older ladies who needed a course of discipline either to enhance their own or their partner's life.

Julie and I met for lunch at the Savoy and went over the main logistics. Once we had decided on the style of the school we had to recruit some suitable staff and, although we were sure that I could find the right people, we had to be careful to ensure that they were in tune with our thinking. Julie meanwhile would concentrate on sounding out prospective trustees, parents and pupils. I would go back to the Hall with an architect friend and get it into shape for its new role. I would be the Principal and Julie would be my Assistant. We had also tacitly agreed that although we would enjoy each other there would be no commitment on either side.

I put an advertisement in the Teaching Press asking for female teachers who believed in 'traditional discipline' to write to my Box number, this would give me my starting point. In fact I received over one hundred applications within a week and, after weeding out the elderly and the obviously unsuitable, I was left with about fifteen possible applicants. I had to devise a way of narrowing the field down from the short list to a maximum of ten. I therefore thought out a scheme, which would enable me to 'test' them both at giving and receiving punishment.

I decided to invite them down to the Hall in groups of three applicants at a time starting the following Monday. The first three, June Simmons, Margaret Proudfoot and Jane Green were due to arrive at two hourly intervals. The first I saw was June Simmons. She was about five feet four inches tall slim and with a well developed bust. She wore her hair fastened at the back with a bow.

"Welcome to the School of Discipline Miss Simmons. I have looked at your application form and see that you are twenty five years old, unmarried and have been teaching at a girls school for six years. Can you tell me why you wish to come here and something about your experience."

"Well Sir John, I have been concerned over the past two years at the way the standards have slipped at my present school. When I arrived we had a firm policy of corporal punishment, senior girls could apply the slipper, staff the strap and the Head and her Deputy the cane. All punishment was applied on the bare bottom and for particularly heinous crimes such as smoking they were caned in front of the whole school. Two years ago a new head was appointed and she decided that only she would use corporal punishment and then only for very special offences. Of course the standards of behavior deteriorated immediately and now the girls seem to get away with everything. I feel that I am not suited to the new regime and when I saw your advertisement I knew I must reply. "

"I see. Now as to this corporal punishment I assume from what you say that you are a keen advocate of corporal punishment on the girls. How do you feel that staff should be dealt with if they commit misdemeanors?"

"Exactly as the girls Sir John. Corporal Punishment is short, sharp, effective and prevents any ill feeling or lingering malice. My own father was a very firm advocate of it and my sisters and I were strapped and caned many times. If I do anything wrong then I would expect the Head to deal with me that way."

"Very interesting and, in passing, I note that your application form has five spelling mistakes. Would you expect that a teacher should be punished for that sort of error?"

"Most certainly Sir"

"Then can I take it that you are willing to submit to my punishment - before you are offered the post?"

"Certainly Sir, I was careless and deserve to be punished."

"Right Miss Simmons then I think that we will test your resolve. I am going to give you six strokes of the cane on your bare bottom. The strokes will be hard and your ability to accept them will influence my decision on your future here. Is that clear and do you agree?"

"Yes Sir."

"Fine then. Please sign this release first confirming that you have given me permission to cane you. We will carry out the punishment immediately. Lift up your skirt and lower your knickers please then bend over the back of this chair."

As she lifted her skirt a very shapely pair of legs emerged and there was no doubt that her bottom was ripe for the cane. She lowered her knickers over her full buttocks and bent over the chair that I had indicated. I saw that , as I had guessed, her bum was full and white with dimples on each side which flexed as she bent over. I went to the cupboard and took out one of the new canes I had just purchased. It was of medium thickness and about three-foot long. I whipped it through the air a few times before taking up my position to the left of her and resting it on the centre of her bottom. I waited for nearly half a minute before I whipped in the first stroke. "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", it landed with a crack raising a white line which changed to red line across both buttocks. She did not flinch and "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", the second stroke landed parallel with the first with the lines exactly matching and about an inch apart. I measured up for the third and "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", this sunk into the bottom between the first two. This time she hissed through her teeth.

"Are you OK Miss Simmons?"

"Yes Sir, please continue."

I did as she requested and "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!", "SWISHH!!", CRACKK!!" the fourth and fifth strokes followed in quick succession, each one raising a white line, which soon turned red. I knew that the final stroke had to be the hardest so waited and waited tapping the buttocks gently before "CRACKK!!" The cane lashed in and found its target. June squealed a little but did not move until I told her to pull up her knickers and adjust her dress.

"Thank you Sir, I deserved that. Have you any more questions?"

"No thank you Miss Simmons. That was very educational. Now replace your knickers. I cannot confirm for certain that you will be appointed but it seems very likely. When can you be available as there is much to do if we are to open on time?"

"If I give in my notice now I could be available at the beginning of the summer term. I can then help to get everything ready for the September start of year."

"Excellent. I will write to you early next week after I have interviewed the other candidates. Good morning Miss Simmons."

"Good morning Sir and thank you for the chance. I look forward to receiving your letter."

After Miss Simmons left I called in the second candidate Miss Margaret Proudfoot. She was tall and slim with her hair piled on top of her head. Her documents stated that she was governess to two children who were now going off to school and she was looking for another appointment.

"Good morning Miss Proudfoot, please sit down. I see that you were a governess. Rather different than being a teacher in a girls school. Why do you want to change?"

"Well Sir, as I stated in my letter my young pupils are now moving on to boarding school and having visited their new school several times with them I enjoyed the atmosphere. I have always been a traditionalist and have spanked the children regularly and I was pleased to discover that their school carried on the tradition. Unfortunately there were no vacancies there and I cannot afford to be out of work so when I saw your advertisement I thought that this was my chance."

"I see. Have you any experience of being spanked yourself? "

"Certainly Sir. When I was at home my father used the strap on us girls and the cane on the boys while my present employer is very strict with all the staff. He always punishes in front of the rest of the staff after breakfast each day. I do not think that any of us has not been caned by him at least once."

"So you have no objection to staff being punished if they should deserve it?" "Oh no Sir! Far from it I believe that it is the best way."

"Then if I told you that I thought that your application form was untidy and you deserved chastisement you would not disagree?"

"If you thought that I deserved to be punished then I am sure that you are right Sir."

"I propose to give you twenty strokes of the strap for this. Do you agree that you deserve it?"

I handed her the application form and she looked at it.

"Yes Sir I agree it should have been done better. And I deserve to be punished."

"Right Miss Proudfoot then we will have your dress raised and your knickers off and you bent over the back of that chair forthwith. Before taking up your position please sign this release."

She stood up and lifted her dress. I was enchanted because, as her dress was raised, her legs seemed to go on forever and the black stockings topped by a lacy suspender belt and panties enhanced their length. She slipped her hands into the top her knickers and slid them right down before stepping out of them. She then bent over the back of the chair keeping her legs straight. The buttocks were full and stood out proudly as they awaited their punishment. Her pussy lips were prominent as the fig showed between the top of her thighs. I had two straps but as I did not want to alarm her I decided to use the lighter one for her strapping.

"Spread you legs wider please. I am going to give you a hard twenty with this strap because of your carelessness."

"Yes Sir, I deserve it and am ready for my punishment."

I took a step back and laid the strap across the buttocks. The first stroke whipped in and raised a mark on her bottom. I continued with the punishment only taking a short rest at halfway to massage the bottom and prepare it for the rest. The buttocks were well reddened by this time and although she had not made any overt show of discomfort I could tell that she was beginning to feel it. The last five I laid on with particular strength, as I had to know whether she was suitable for my purposes. By the end the buttocks were well reddened and the weals from the edge of the strap were clearly showing.

"You can stand up now and get dressed. I cannot confirm your appointment until I have seen the other candidates but I will be in touch early next week one way or the other. I can say that I will be looking at your resume favourably. When can you start?"

"Thank you for seeing me today Sir and for the punishment which was well deserved. I am available immediately as my charges have now left for school. I look forward to hearing from you next week."

Now I only had Jane Green to see, she was coming for the post of Matron. Mrs Green was very different to the other two. She was a typical matron with firm stocky build. She had strong thighs and large breasts which stretched her blouse.

"Welcome Mrs Green, I have read your 'curriculum vitae' and you say that you are out of work as school matron because of your firm discipline in your last school which upset the new Headteacher. I see that it was a boys school. Tell me about it."

"Well Sir. I had been at the school twenty-five years and during that time I have had a reputation of 'cane before kindness'. I believe that the only way to tame the 'animal' - little boys - is to tan their backsides frequently. The old head agreed and he used to leave me to it but the new man wants to use kindness and stopped me using either my slipper or the strap. I had to leave therefore although I have an excellent reputation as a matron."

"I see. This school would be for girls however so would you visualise any need to change your ways?"

"I do not think so Sir John. Girls are the same as boys, untidy and dirty given the chance so a firm hand is needed. I would also expect that the maids need to be disciplined if they misbehave and I can deal with those problems. Finally Sir I am an experienced Matron and any school would run smoothly with me in charge of the linen, staff etc."

"You certainly think well of yourself but from the information I have obtained it seems that you have justification. I note that your husband died last year and that you have no commitments. Show me what happened when you had to discipline a boy. Pretend I am the boy. I will not object to anything that happens."

She looked at me for a minute and then said: "Look at your clothes boy, buttons off, coat torn. You have not been treating these in the right way. I will arrange for them to be repaired but meanwhile I am going to teach you to look after your clothes properly. Take down your trousers and bend over that table." She pointed to the table in the middle of the room as I undid the belt buckle, "Pants down as well."

I bent over the table feeling very exposed as she said: "I usually give senior boys six of the best but as this is your first offence I will make it four strokes of the cane."

With some trepidation I heard her swishing the cane through the air before I felt its cool edge across my buttocks. Within a minute the pain was almost unbearable as I felt a searing line, then the second landed and I wanted to shout with the pain. I had not been caned for so long I had forgotten the effect. The final two cracked home and I stood up with relief as it was now all over. I could tell that this was just the Matron the Hall needed.

I dressed myself and said with feeling ,"Thank you for that exhibition Miss Green I am sure that we will all benefit from you joining us. I wish to offer you appointment as Matron and would like you to start immediately so that we can get the Hall in order for our first pupils in September. I shall be interviewing for more staff for the rest of this week and I would like you to be available. When can you start?"

"Immediately Sir. My cases are at the local pub where I stayed overnight."

"I see that you can drive, take the car and fetch them and get settled in today ready to start tomorrow."

"Thank you Sir I am sure that you will not regret it."

During the course of the week I saw the rest of the potential teaching staff using the same approach as on the first day and soon weeded the numbers down to the six that I required. Julie meanwhile was finishing her notice with the solicitor and was expected in the near future. Now I just had to find a Secretary and get the school advertised in the right papers.

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