The next chapters are devoted to the visits made by Julia, Fiona and Marie and I am leaving them to tell them in their own words. This is by Julia and tells of her visits.

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I left the hall very satisfied with what had happened, although I must say that my bottom was VERY sore from its treatment by Sir John the night before. I had looked through the letters we had received form prospective families and after talking to Fiona and Marie we had decided to split them between us, and we would also pay visits to families we knew were interested in spanking. I was going to visit my friends Lord and Lady Smithfield who had a daughter Jane of a suitable age and, if memory served me correctly, ideal for the School. Lady Smithfield might also agree to become a trustee.

I arrived just before tea and was welcomed by Jane who was very excited and wanted to exchange secrets about boys and parties etc. I explained that I had come to see her parents to see if they would let her transfer to a new school, the School of Discipline, which was just being set up. Knowing her interests I was sure that she would enjoy herself and I was willing to recommend acceptance if she agreed.

Jane was rather hesitant because it appears that she had just been expelled from her third school and was due to receive her punishment this evening from her father. She knew that he was extremely angry and she was expecting the birch. I told her that I would speak to her father after the punishment and persuade him to let her try one more school, especially as at this one corporal punishment was carried out.

Soon afterwards at cocktails before dinner I met His Lordship and explained why I was here. He told me that it seemed the perfect place for his daughter because he was getting fed up with paying school fees for schools where they were allowed to run riot. I made it clear that this would not happen at the School of Discipline where firm treatment would be the norm. After some thought he agreed to give it a try but made it clear that the punishment tonight was going ahead. She had let him down again and now she would suffer for it. He invited me to stay the night and also to watch Jane's birching. We then went into dinner.

Although the conversation was light and friendly much of it about mutual friends it was clear that the thoughts of Jane's punishment were close to everybody's mind and it was rather a relief when, after a final glass of wine, Lord Smithfield told Jane to go and prepare herself. She left the room to go upstairs and the rest of us moved into the study to await her return. It was not long before there was a tap on the door and Jane entered in her nightdress and dressing gown. She stood before her father and said, "I am ready for my punishment father. I am sorry about my behaviour."

"To late for regrets by girl. This latest episode has been perfectly disgraceful get that dressing gown and nightdress off and take up the position."

Jane stripped off her garments and stood there for a minute. Her figure was perfect in every way. Her breasts were neat and well formed, her thighs rose joining in a fiery bush, which covered her cunny, and her buttocks swelled from their base to make a lovely show. She would make a perfect girl for the school and I was looking forward to see how she took the birch.

His Lordship moved over to the corner and took out and the implement. It was not the traditional birch twigs but fifteen birch switches taped together at one end into a handle while the rest splayed out. It was certainly more formidable than usually seen in a family. His Lordship explained that the reason he was using this tonight was because his daughter did not seem to react to anything else. She had had to go and fetch and prepare it herself. He was going to make an example of her.

"You know how many you can expect young lady? Tell me."

"Twenty strokes Sir."

"Correct and to make sure that you stay down I am going to tie your legs and hands to the table. Bend over now."

She bent over the long table and he took each ankle in turn and tied it firmly to the table. He then moved to the other side and drawing her hands towards him made sure that they were also fastened. I looked and I had a perfect view of every detail of Jane's anatomy, from the dusky crinkled rosette of her bottomhole, down to the shell like lips of her cunt, which in her very open position, gaped slightly. Curls framed the whole area. A virgin area it was ripe for development and I knew that was one girl we must have.

Her father took up his position, raised his arm, and brought the birch down sharply across the girl's nether cheeks "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!". Unlike the cane there was no crack or sharp noise but more a swishing sound with a splat at the end. She jerked but did not cry out. Immediately her bottom was immediately suffused with pink streaks, showing plainly where the birch had fallen. "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!","SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!"."SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!"

Deliberately her father continued to bring the birch down with a firm arm counting the strokes aloud. By the sixth stroke Jane could no longer keep silent. A moan escaped her lips. Her bottom had a fiery glow and on the tenth stroke, which was particularly forceful, the tips of the birch rods wrapped round the buttocks and brought blood to the sides. She cried out "Pleeeease no more father."

Her father took no notice and went on his unrelenting way, eleven then twelve, by now her bottom was glowing a bright red and there were bright tips of blood where the ends of the birch had fallen and caused blisters. Still her father went on counting fourteen, fifteen and sixteen. She struggled to free herself but to no avail as she was tied too tightly.

By now Jane was screaming "No more, for God's sake no more father" but he took no notice "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!", "SWISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" continuing with even more power, if possible, and by the time the last stroke was given she was sobbing and screaming alternately. The final stroke landed with brutal force and her father stepped back. The whole of her rear was now a mass of scars and bruises. Not the hard purple bruises of the cane but many thin lines crisscrossing back and forth with large globules of blood standing out on the surface.

"You know why you were birched my girl?"

"Yes father."

" Now Miss Frenson will help to untie you and take you upstairs to clean yourself up. You can also discuss this new school she wants you to go to. She can then come and report to me what you have decided."

"Thank you father I deserved my punishment."

His Lordship turned round, winked at me, and left the room saying nothing more so I went over to Jane and helped to release her. Her hands went to her painful bottom but I moved them away and said, "Come we will go upstairs and I will help to relieve your pain."

I put her dressing gown around her and with my arm about her shoulders I guided the sobbing girl up to her bedroom and laid her face down on the bed. I found some ointment in the bathroom and gently applied it over the painful area rubbing softly. As I rubbed I told her about the school and at the same time gently stroked between her legs. I could feel that although the punishment had been brutal it had also sexually aroused her and she would need little stimulation from me to have an orgasm. I rubbed my fingers up and around the vagina eventually finding that her clitoris was standing out like a small penis. I kissed her and gently stimulated it with my thumb so that before long shuddering with pleasure she came. She then relaxed and I promised that this was the kind of fun we could have at the School of Discipline and that the punishment would stimulate rather than abuse her. Jane went to sleep then and I knew that I had just obtained our first pupil.

I walked over to his Lordship's bedroom door and knocked. He told me to enter.

"Well is everything arranged?"

I told him it was and he said:

"Good now you can come and satisfy me. her Ladyship is in London and I need a good caning and somebody to roger after that little session. Sparky filly is the girl. Stood up to it well. Just get the cane out of the cupboard while I unfress and then I expect thirty cuts, a good thrashing, and then i am going to roger you silly. Is that OK?"

I was taken aback but was certainly ready and my pussy was awash after watching the birching of Jane and then the massaging of her bum I had administerd.

Lord Smithfield was undressd and his cock was limp and useless before he bent over the end of the bed.

"Now girl lay it on I am depending on you. THIRTY I need so make sure they tell."

I have a good stong arm and I can promise that those thirty strokes were as hard as I have ever caned. His bum went from white to red and then to purple before I finished. he made no sound and when I finished stood up with a grunt. His cock was now firmly erect and stood out at least eight inches from him.

"Now lets have those clothes off and up on the bed with you legs spread. I promise you the rogering of your life."

I stod and removed my clothes while he watched. He then pointed to the bed and I went across and lay back on the edge with my legs spread. He lifted my legs and I felt his firm cock enter me with a thrust that seemed to reach my mouth. He rested a moment and then started. Never have I been fucked like it. He was like a ram entering and releasing a dozen, two dozen three dozen until i stopped counting. I went hot all over and had orgasm after orgasm before he gave one final thrust spurting high into my interior. He rested for a moinute while I felt the his nd my cum oozig down and then he gently withdrew. "Well girl how was that from and old man. I bet none of your young friends could do better."

I admitted that that was so and then gathering my clothes up retire to the room I had ben allocated for the night.

The next day I left early soon after breakfast as I was heading for the Towler-Thomson home. This was a large estate dominated by an imposing stately house. When I arrived I was greeted by Mrs. Towler-Thomson who was keen to discuss with me details of the school. She was also very interested in the opportunities that would be offered to trustees and other older ladies to visit the school for 'refresher' courses. I suggested that she contact Sir John for further details. I had arrived in time for lunch and the whole family was present so I explained about the school and the opportunities for girls to learn deportment as well as the usual academic subjects. I also pointed out that corporal punishment was carried out for bad marks or indiscipline. The two daughters were of suitable age and I knew that they were being nuisances around the castle as they had left their previous school without any qualifications and had no academic qualifications at all. I was sure that their parents would immediately sign them in. I also used the name of Lord Smithfield and pointed out that his daughter Jane was joining us. The Towler-Thomsons, snobs to a person, then said they would seriously consider my proposal while we were riding and decide afterwards.

After lunch I went riding and it was most enjoyable. The two girls were lively partners and we galloped and cantered around the estate while they called out to everybody. They were obviously very popular with the staff on the estate. We were gone for about two hours before returning to the stables. It was the afternoon off for most of the stable staff and their mother was grooming a horse as we arrived. Quickly they removed the saddles and bridles from their own horses and then told John, the only groom available, to wash them down and feed them as they were going to have a bath.

There was a shout from behind the straw pile, "Oh no you are not. John is taking the carriage to the station to collect some items off the train. You are going to groom these horses yourself as you have been taught. You will groom, feed and water them and then I will give you a reminder of the discipline of the stable."

The two girls pulled up short and much chastened walked back in. They picked up the brushes and scrubbers and groomed the horses for all they were worth before, with their coats shining, they led them back into their stalls, which had buckets ready full of oats and water. As they started to leave their mother said: "What happens now?"

"You crop us mummy."

"How many strokes?"

"Twelve each."

Lady Towler-Thomson reached over to a pile of riding whips and tested one or two before settling on a meaty one with plenty of bend in it. "Who will be first."

Fenella put up her hand and her mother pointed to the straw bales: "Bend over face down."

Fenella bent over the straw bale and her tight buttocks pressed against the riding breeches making an inviting target for her mother. Lady Towler- Thomson took up her position and "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!" whipped the crop hard across the girl's buttocks. The crack of the stroke sounded loud in the barn. Fenella screamed. "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!". The second and then the third strokes landed on the lower buttocks with equal force followed by two more that landed on the top of her bottom. I could see that their mother was an expert at this and Fenella was crying now but her mother said, "Breeches and knickers down girl the last six are on the bare as always.

Slowly Fenella pushed down her breeches. "Come on girl it will be a dozen more if you keep me waiting." Fenella bent over quickly and her bare bum already showed the marks of the first session. It was certainly an inviting target with the white of her buttocks already striped red with the lines of the first six strokes."WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!"., "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!", "WHIPP!!", "CRACKK!!". Her mother lined her up again and laid on the next six with equal force to the earlier ones, and Fenella, writhed and screamed in pain.

"Shut up girl. Discipline is what you need and discipline is what you are going to get. Now stand up and pull your clothes on. Fenella stood up and her mother indicated to Rachel that she should take her place. Again the same pattern was followed and after she had been punished they were both dismissed to the house to get the bath they had been wanting. I could see that both girls were ripe for the School of Discipline. Their mother looked at me, "Did you think that I was too hard?"

"By no means Lady Towler-Thomson it was clearly the right thing in the circumstances. In fact this is exactly what would have happened in a similar situation at the school. In fact I suggest that you visit us and see our facilities I am sure that they will interest you and, of course, if you become a trustee then special facilities are laid on for you."

"Hm! You think that you can knock some sense into the silly pair do you. Well it's worth a try. They will start with you in September. Tell Sir John I remember him, he will know what that means, and I will visit the Hall next week. If I like what I see I might agree to join the trustees."

I thanked Lady Towler-Thomson and went to find the girls and pass on the information. I then left and stayed overnight at a local pub before driving on to my next appointment.

The next morning I left the pub early as I was visiting the home of one of my father's regimental officers Sir Francis Lovelace. He was the Colonel-in-Chief of the regiment and had two daughters. The oldest was married but the younger I thought might be suitable. I was greeted with pleasure and asked about my plans and I explained that I was now Deputy Director of the School of Discipline, a girls finishing school for young ladies. I told him that there would only be twenty-six girls maximum the first year and we were selecting them very carefully which was why I had come to him. I knew that Anne was eighteen but, because her sister was so much older, had never had the chance to be with girls of her own age. I suggested that a year away from home with firm discipline would be beneficial to everybody.

Her father and mother looked at each other and nodded together: "Strange you should turn up like this we were thinking the same thing. Had no idea where she should go - not to a blasted foreign school - but knew of nothing suitable in England. Now you turn up out of the blue, its like a prayer's been answered."

I asked if I could talk to Anne privately to find out her views and her parents agreed so I took Anne aside and explained something about the school and our aims and she was very enthusiastic, returning to her parents, saying that she would like to try. The formalities were soon settled and after staying the night with the family I was on my way to my last call this time round.

I drove north for twenty miles to another castle. This one was owned by the Duke of Bristol and had been in his family for hundreds of years. We used to visit it at Christmas during the war and I knew that his three daughters Jennifer, Elizabeth and Marion would be about the right ages. The first two were twins while their sister was a year older. I remembered that when we used to visit the younger ones had been very tomboyish and I am sure that as their father spent a lot of time at the Foreign Office in London he would not have had much time to discipline them. He also was not the right kind of man as he was so absent-minded.

When I arrived the twins were all over me and certainly they needed taking in hand. Although the younger two were now eighteen they looked and acted like fourteen year olds. It was clear that Marion had had an impossible task trying to instill some discipline and decorum into these two harum-scarums. Marion herself was a very mature eighteen year old who clearly needed some relief from her duties. I explained to the Duke what the school had to offer and his reaction was instant, "Must go" and "Enrol all three!" I then had a short talk with the girls at which I found them enthusiastic about the idea. I had a few words in private with Marion and we dicussed spanking and she told me that she often wished that somebody had spanked her occasionally. I pointed out to Marion that as a senior she would be able to use her discipline more constructively. I then left for my final appointment.

I was to stay at the home of General Mark "Flogging" deVere. His nickname came because when presented with a disciplinary problem his instant reaction was "The man should be flogged". Nobody took him seriously and, as he was an excellent officer, his remarks were ignored. He and I had had a 'relationship' a couple of years earlier and I knew that he was keen on the cane for his family, as well as receiving it himself.

When I arrived he greeted me with: "Hello my Gal, arrived just the right day. Got to deal with the mem-sahib and me daughter tonight and two maids tomorrow. You'll join us for the festivities, Eh! By the way I can do with a little of your special treatment myself!"

I said I was flattered to be invited and of course I would help in anyway I could. As to his problem I was sure that that could be dealt with in good time and he need not expect to get off lightly. He 'H'mmd' and 'Haw'd' at this and said that he would look forward to it.

Dinner was a straightforward affair at which I explained the School and what we were offering. The whole family seemed to think that it would be perfect for Joanna and that they would also enjoy an invitation. After dinner the General reminded us that there was some business to attend to and he and I would await the ladies in his study. His wife and daughter left and went upstairs while we took our drinks into the study and reminisced about our experiences together.

After ten minutes there was a knock on the door and the two ladies entered dressed in nightgown and dressing gown. The general looked up at them and said:

"These two are due punishment today because of overspending on their budget. They went to London last week and spent £50 more than their allowance. The store telephoned me and I told them I would deal with it. Now ladies have you anything to say before we begin?"

Lady deVere tried to explain that the materials they had purchased had been more expensive than they thought. They were sure that the General would like them when they were made up into dresses for the Debutantes Ball and presentation at the Palace that Joanna was attending later in the year.

The General was having none of this as an excuse and after dismissing the arguments asked who was to be first. Lady deVere said that she would be.

"Prepare yourself then my dear."

She took off her dressing gown and nightgown so that she was standing naked in front of us. Although in her forties her figure was still superb and the bottom gave every indication of being ripe for, and used to, the rod. She moved over to a chair in the centre of the room and bent over. What beauty! I know that we always praise the young but these buttocks were large white and firm, the perfect recipient for the General's cane. There is no doubt that as ladies get older so their rump becomes fuller and more elegant and offers greater opportunities.

Meanwhile the General went to a cupboard in the corner and extracted a wicked looking instrument. It was a rattan cane about four feet long which had clearly seen much use. "There will be twelve stokes each for you. Lucky for you that Julie is here or it would be even more." I knew in fact that this leniency was because he wanted his treatment from me!

He took his place beside his wife and brought the cane down with a SWISHH! CRACKK! Which left an instant mark. The second stroke fell and Julie could begin to see that the effect was quite dramatic, then the third and fourth and Lady deVere began to whimper slightly. Julie knew that it is the build up of the strokes which causes the pain. Each in itself has limited impact but the effect of the stinging created a fire which was fed with each stroke. The General made no effort to stop and his wife's backside looked as though she had been dragged through barbed wire long before the final stroke landed. He threw down the cane and said: "Now madam I trust you will not overspend again."

Joanna helped her mother up and lowered her night-dress gently over the wounds before taking her place. She slipped off the dressing gown and then lifted her nightgown over her head. It was as I thought, an elegant girl but still with space to grow. Well rounded as they were the buttocks could not compare with those of the mature woman, and I knew that this punishment would be even harder for her than for her mother.

The general collected a slightly lighter cane and swung it through the air a few times, "Not a sound from you young lady. I don't want to be shamed in front of Miss Frenson."

The end result was exactly as with her mother. Buttocks which were scarified with the regimented marks of the cane. Joanna moaned twice but otherwise there was no sound.

When the last stroke had been delivered the General told the ladies to retire as he wanted to discuss the School of Discipline with me. I knew what that meant and was prepared.

"What did you think Julie? Both take it well what. Now you know what I need so why don't we get started." He began to take of his jacket and waistcoat while I unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down.

"On the bare today General I think after they way you dealt with your wife and daughter! I suggest that we start with thirty strokes of the cane to warm you up."

"If that is what you say Julie."

By now he was standing in his shirt and underpants looking at me as I went to his cupboard and checked through his canes. I found the one I wanted in the corner. The wicked looking brown rattan that was about four feet long and he had used on his wife. It was as thick as my little finger and could inflict the sort of punishment that I, and he, expected.

. I told him to bend over the arm of the settee. Once he was in position I lifted his shirt-tails to expose his bottom. It was exactly as I remembered it large fat white buttocks that I had dealt severely with on more than one occasion. This caning was meant to be hard and it was. "SWISHHH!!!","CRACKKK!!!", "SWISHHH!!!","CRACKKK!!!","SWISHHH!!!","CRACKKK!!!".From the first stroke I was raising whales across his buttocks and by the tenth they were a mass of bruises. I continued in the same vein until twenty and then I took a short rest. "Twenty more should be enough General." He groaned but nodded his head as I applied myself. This really was a superb cane. The marks it made were raised into weals almost like mountains on his buttocks and by now the red had turned to a bright purple. The last ten I laid on with even more force and I could see that his cock was beginning to stand out rigid. He tried to conceal it from me and as I brought down the fortieth and last he stood up covered his front and said: "Excuse me Julie I must see how the mem-sahib is."

I knew that this meant I would not see him or her for until tomorrow morning as they indulged themselves. In the meantime I thought that I might go and console Joanna and see if there was anything I could do to relieve her pain. I was pleased that I now had the full number I had aimed for when I started this quest and I was looking forward to comparing notes with Fiona and Marie when we arrived back at the Hall tomorrow. Before then however there was the staff punishments in the morning. I was interested in watching the maids as we were looking for suitable staff for the Hall.

I will not dwell on these as they were perfectly standard for a house such as this at the time. The two maids had been seen kissing stable-lads. A practice which was frowned upon as it frequently led to unwanted pregnancies. The girl either had to be dismissed or the family had to assist with the pregnancy. Suffice it to say that all the staff came into the study and the girls were given twenty strokes of the strap on the bare bottom. Enough to pain them but not to inhibit their work.

I made my farewells to the family and had a private word with Lady deVere about becoming a trustee with the special opportunities it offered. I said looked forward to welcoming Joanna and promised the general and his wife interesting experiences when they visited us. I had already decided that this lady enjoyed her corporal punishment and would be worth cultivating.