It was time for the Parents Day and we were to have the usual hockey match - staff and parents versus girls a gymastic display and a choral concert by the school choir. This would be followed by punishent of six girls for various misdemeanors. This was always the highlight for parents who enjoyed seeing that the discipline at the school was genuine. The activities went well thoughout the day and we came to the punishment which followed the concert. Almost before the last song had been clapped the flogging bench was placed in position. I explained to the parents that the first three girls had been caught smoking and after discussion with their parents it had been agreed tha they should receive eighteen strokes of the Headteacher's cane. The other three had been careless in looking after their ponies after they had been for a ride forgetting to feed and groom them These girls would receive two dozen each with the riding crop. All punishment would be carried out on the bare bottom. I called the girls forward and they arrived in their dressing gowns and knickers. The Margaret,first one, stepped forward and removed her dressing gown and knickers.
She was taken to the block and fastened in position while I took up my cane. I swished it once or twice through the air before "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" the first strokes landed on the bum leaving livid red lines. "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" the next ones fell just above the first two. Margaret was still silent but I could hear her breath as she took it in. "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" still the strokes fell and after the first dozen I checked her bum. It was well scored but no problems and I stepped back and continued "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" with the final six strokes. By now she was crying loudly and calling out for me to stop. After the eighteenth I had her released and she showed her fiery bum to the parents before standing with her hands on her head facing the wall. Joyce the second girl now stepped forward and after undressing she took up her position and was fastened. "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" she was soon crying and shouting and as the strokes landed she was screaming for me to stop. I had no intention of her receiving less than her compatriats so kept up a steady pace to get the punishment finished. "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" the last strokes landed and she was so distraught that she had to be led to the wall and placed in position.
June, the final one of the trio, stepped forward and removed her clothes. She stopped in front of me and apologised for her behaviour and said that she deserved her punishment. She knew that this would not make it easier but it impressed the parents. She bent over and was fastened. I took up the cane and "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" I laid the strokes on hard as ever "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" the next four powered home and "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" the four to reach the dozen began to search her out. I checked her bum and saw that it was well marked but still ready for new caning "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!" "CRACKK!!". The last six were given in quick succession and although she cried out at the last strokes she seemed in no excessive distress. She moved to the corner to join her fellow culprits.
Now it was the turn of the pony abusers and I explained to the parents that usually this punishment would have been carried out immediately after the offence but in this case it was decided to wait until tonight so that the parents could see the way we dealt with girls who failed to look after their ponies. Each girl would now receive two dozen with the riding crop to remind them of their responsibility. Fiona came forward and removed her clothes. She also apologised and said that her parents had taught her better and would have dealt with her in the same way. I told her to bend over and took up a firm but flexible riding crop which would leave marks but not do any damage. I told her that these strokes would be delivered in two lots of twelve with a short break between. She was now in position and I raised the crop "WHIPP!!" it came down with hiss of a sound than the cane but was no less effective for all that "WHIPP!!" "WHIPP!!" "WHIPP!!". The strokes soon raised weals and ridges which turned red before taking on a purple hue. By the time I had finished she was crying loudly and her bum a bright red and purple was lined like a tramway with every line standing out individually. Mary stepped forward next and I was looking forward to seeing her pert bum bent over with the chance for me use the the crop[ on it and she did not disappoint me . As stroke after stroke landed I could see the weals forming but all she did was wriggle in a way which suggested that she was getting herself off by rubbing the leather of the bench. This was one I knew I would remind Julie to investigate further.
After Mary I deal with the final two in similar fashion and the day came to an end. I announced to the parents that as they had been told earlier the staff were available for private consultations and they should check with the individual member as to their place in the queue. I stood chatting to some of the parents and I noticed that one couple were waiting to speak to me. When I reached them they introduced themselves as Johm and Mary Finch andexplained that they were Mary's parents and had been very impressed with the way I had dealt with her. They were now wondering if I could deal with both of them in a similar way as they felt rather guilty about the way they had trashed their horses at the local hunt yesterday. I explained that I was frequently asked to deal with adults and suggested they joined me in my cellar they would like Mary to be there to see their humiliation. I gathered Mary from among her friends who were inspecting her bum and told her to put a gown on and come with her parents and me. As we walked down they told me that they had been spankers for many years but had found it difficult to meet like minded couples so I invited them to join our Christmas gathering. We reached the cellar and on entering they were amazed at the instruments we had and looked around before returning to me. I asked which would be first and he held up his hand. I therefore told John to take down his trousers and underpants and then to bend over the bench. As his offence was clearly worse than his daughter I would be giving him four dozen strokes of the crop. I had a selection of crops and I intended to use the one which had a whalebone interior as I knew this was the most painful.
He bent over the bench and I took up my position "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" the first blow landed leaving a weal across both buttocks. "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" I continued at regular five second intervals to lay on with a will while he remained firmly in position. It was only as the final dozen landed that he began to show signs of discomfort although, as he stood up, I was not sure whether that was the crop or the state of his cock which now stood out like a barber's pole. His daughter gasped as she saw it but he turned sideways to view the marks in one of the mirrors. "Thank you. I deserved that" he said. I now told his wife to remove her dress and knickers and bend over as she would receive the same treatment. Her daughter squeezed her hand and Mary senior bent over. She was tall and slim with well formed thighs and buttocks which were prime for my attack on them. I smoothed the bottom once or twice and then started "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" i lay on with a will. Her bum soon took on the familiar rosy hue of the spanked and when I felt her at the end of the first dozen it was clear that she was also sexually aroused by the occasion. I returned to the crop and "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" the whip continued its rhythmic assault leaving the weals standing proud and purple above the smoothness of the rest of the bum cheeks. Like her husband she was clearly used to spanking and it was only as I approched the final strokes that she started to flinch. "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" "WHIPP!!", "THWACKK!!" I lay on the last ones diagonally which crossed the rest and for the first time I heard her squeal as the extra pain penetrated her. She stood up and I suggested that she and her husband might like to visit my bedroom in the corner while I talked to their daughter. The couple beat a rapid retreat and within seconds we heard a cry from inside which suggested that all was well. Mary meanwhile agreed that spanking turned her on and that she had enjoyed the crop, in fact every punishment from the teachers she had encouraged them for. I asked if she would like to try herself further at another time and she said eagerly that she would as she was sure that the cane and the birch would be 'interesting'. By now her parents had emerged rather more flushed than they had entered and gathering up their clothes began to get dressed. We then left for upstarirs and I promised them I would not forget their invitation to the party.
The next evening I asked the staff for a report on how their personal encounters had gone