Sally’s Monday was a disaster, she’d been given six strokes earlier by Miss Simms for inattention in Mathematics class and now, Miss Mathews whacked her cane on Sally’s desk and made her jump to her feet in fright. “I was talking to you, Girl! Where were you in your daydream? “ Sally’s stuttering apology had no influence on the English teacher who simply went to the front of the class and looking very sternly at Sally, sw...

Ellen had Elizabeth and Sally help her clear the table after lunch, and she brought a pot of coffee with cream and three glasses of port back to enjoy with her guests while they witness her daughter’s emergence as a dominant. Then she addressed her daughter, “Elizabeth, darling, we are all nice and comfy now. Why don’t you put Sally here out of her misery and give her that spanking she’s been dreading right through lunch?...

They drove through the impressive gates towards a massive early-1900’s style mansion at exactly noon. As her aunt had planned, they had left home at 10:30. The ride here in the back of the Maserati, which her aunt delighted in throwing around curves, had been very uncomfortable thanks to her being dressed formally in a tight girdle which squeezed her sore bottom. Her offence? None. Her aunt had decided she needed to be ‘k...

Chapter 10 – Sally’s class companions Special Friday continues It had taken the forty-three-year-old a full ten minutes to begin to recover her composure after the three dominants had left her leaning on the oak ‘punishment stool.’ As her breathing slowed and her nipples returned to their normal state, Ruth could hear the Headmistress order her elder sister to leave her position facing the wall, “For a taste of this lovel...

Sally could not have known that the Economics teacher kept half an eye on the CCTV monitor on her desk while writing on the board. So she was taken completely by surprise when Miss Woolf turned to the class, picked up her cane from her desk, and pointed it at where Sally and Helen sat. “You two evidently need reminders that talking in class is not permitted unless I ask a question, you first Helen, upfront and bend over t...

Sally climbed into the passenger seat beside Sarah. Both started to talk at the same time as they had a million things to say. Sarah could see that Sally had been crying so she gave in and let her new Little Mistress speak. Sally summarised in a few brief sentences the main happenings of her day at school. She was shocked and visibly distressed when Sarah told her that she had been caned by Mrs Higgins that morning as soo...

Nina had to admit to rather more than a bit of a surprise when she got home from work to Mrs K‘s for dinner, and found Carla was there. Carla was Jenifer’s niece, one of Mrs K’s friends. Nina never minded socialising with anyone who had disciplined her in the past and Carla had only just recently done so even though just twenty-one-years old, so pretty much half her own age.  Carla was in her final year at college but a v...

When Sally got downstairs for breakfast accompanied by Sarah, she was surprised there was only one place set. Sarah explained that her uncle and his business guest had already left for the office whereas the Mistress and Mrs Lee would be breakfasting in the village a little later.“I will be taking you to school, Sally, so excuse me while I go and get a few things sorted first.“A moment later, Hilda appeared with her break...

As they neared home, Harriett called Mrs Higgins, and asked her to have them met by Sarah and Hilda, as there were packages to take up to Sally’s room. Sally suggested that she could manage, with the help of just one of the maids, but Harriett dismissed the idea: “No, Girl, you will go straight to the study room and get on with your assessments. I do not have time to spare now, as I must get back to the office for a while...

Her Aunt arrived at exactly three at the school car park. The Maserati had not even come to a full stop when her Aunt opened the boot from some switch inside and Sally loaded her books there. She groaned as she did, because attached to two clips on the inside of the hood was yet another crook-handled cane. She walked around the front and climbed in beside her Aunt, and they sped off. Harriet had heard her niece’s groan an...

Profiting from the seclusion in the toilet, Sally looked in the mirror at her caned pride and joy. She thought of her dearest friend Julie and how she loved to admire it in tight jeans. It was a mess. She could not quite see where the lower strokes had left their fire. But she could feel her whole lower bottom, from just over her bum hole down to thighs, pulse in pain, and she felt the raised marks with trembling fingers....

Mrs Higgins had been right to encourage her to get to bed early. She slept like a log until Sarah shook her awake. It took her a moment to realise where she was and separate her dreams from the reality, framed in the contrasting image of Sarah’s smile, and the cane hanging behind Sarah on the wall. She so wanted to roll over and daydream a bit, but there was real concern in the tone of Sarah’s urgent, “Hurry Sally, you ne...

Mrs. Higgins went to the wall near the door and pressed a buzzer which she knew was linked to the kitchen. Then she went back to Sally’s luggage, found a shorter top, and handed it to the still tearful teen. Sally put it on gratefully and then headed for her open trolly to find something to put on to cover her lower half. She looked back towards the sound of heels approaching the study just as a pretty redhead aged around...

It all started shortly after the car accident which killed both her parents. Seventeen-year-old Sally’s only remaining relative was her Uncle George, and even though he had become her legal guardian, he took absolutely no responsibility or interest in the girl’s welfare and gladly left, what he saw as an unwelcome intrusion, to his young wife Harriet. Harriet picked up Sally from the train station, and the teenager’s worl...

Prologue Months after that fateful day, she knew that her subconscious had willed it to happen but the immediate reaction was to call herself a careless idiot. It was about two weeks after she had split with her husband following seven years of pointless cohabitation. “Mum,” as she had always referred to her mother-in-law Victoria, had actually increased the frequency of her visits since the break-up. Ostentatiously comin...