Lillian is back for her second birching, bent over my spanking bench in naked humiliation. The poor girl cries out the count as I whip her over and over, shaking in agony and brought to tears. After eighteen hard stokes, Lillian can barely stand, but she has no choice. Palms out, Lillian shuts her eyes tight as I give her a final, hard tawsing on her naughty little hands.

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Julia, Lillian, Miss Elsa Svenson, Susie Li, Tamsin Riley

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A painful caning viewed in full from four angles!

Dear Prudence has done it again! Ever the troublemaker, this little miscreant will endure a day-long punishment for all the school rules she has broken. Back in my office for a hard caning, Prudence gasps in pain as each stroke hits her tender cheeks, whimpering and shaking at the knees, whilst I lay stingy hot stripes up and down her pretty little bottom.

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Mila Grant, miss Elsa Svenson

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After a long, hard introduction to corporal punishment, Vanessa writes lines as she sits uncomfortably on her bruised little bottom. I instruct her to hold out her hands, and she recoils in pain as my tawse meets her tender palms for the very first time. Crying, poor Vanessa assumes the position over her desk, writhing about in pain whilst receiving yet another hard strapping on those bright red cheeks.

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miss Elsa Svenson, Tindra Frost

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Vanessa is back in detention again for disrespecting her teachers. Taking her firmly by the ear, Strict Miss Amber pulls her into the naughty girl’s room and strips her to the bare, bending the frightened young schoolgirl over for a hard strapping with a heavy leather tawse. As the teacher rains blows on her sore bottom, poor Vanessa can barely hold her position, sobbing and nearly hyperventilating in pain. Miss Amber is not merciful, switching to a thick prison strap which shakes the naughty girl right down to her toes. With a third and final strap, Miss Amber rains down blows on poor Vanessa, reducing her to tearful mess of agony.

Next up… the cane!

Part 4 of 6

Miss Amber, Tindra Frost

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Cecilia returns to my office for her second punishment of the day. Holding out her tender palms, she receives three stinging swats from my tawse on each of her naughty little hands. Knickers off, the new girl assumes the position over the chair for a hard tawsing on her ample bottom. I feel a bit sorry for Cecilia, whose bottom is already red and raw, however discipline must be applied, and I strap her bottom until the poor girl is shivering in pain.

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Cecilia, Miss Elsa Svenson

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Naughty little Lily is back for her second set of twenty-five cane strokes. Bent over my desk with a muffler in her mouth, she shakes and moans after each hard stroke on her tender bottom. Miss West, ever the professional, keeps the count while holding Lily down by her hands, as the poor girl breaks down into a pitiful, sobbing mess!

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Echo Evangelista, Miss Elsa Svenson, Miss West

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Melanie, Vanessa and Josephine have misbehaved, and their punishment isn’t yet over. Taking Vanessa’s place at the wall, Melanie leans forward in trepidation, steeling herself for a painful caning. Miss Mathews slices the air with her school cane, bringing it down on poor Melanie’s sore, bare bottom again and again, until the naughty schoolgirl’s cheeks are striped bright red. Shown in full from multiple angles, including close-up.

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Clara Hewitt, Masie Dee, Melanie Graham, Tindra Frost

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Justine does a quick strip down out of her school girl uniform, showing and rubbing herself before redressing and rushing off to school!

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Step-Mommy needs to give an after-school lesson to her special little girl but she hasn’t done her homework properly, preferring just playing dumbbaby. This is unacceptable and she needs the discipline and to be punished with a good old fashioned over the knee spanking until her sexy little butt is all red. Then, she can come and play in step-mommy’s special room where she will get tied up and sensually tormented all over her tight body

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Amy is temporarily living with relatives since they live close to the college she is attending, and she can’t afford her own place. She is, however, proving to be quite a handful for her aunt and uncle, who had no idea that having a young woman in their house could cause so much trouble! Amy spends much of her time in the spare room, getting up to goodness knows what. All Paul knows is she doesn’t show him, his wife or his house any respect, she rarely going to college, the electricity and phone bills are astronomical and she isn’t even paying any digs! AS it becomes time to punish Amy for her laziness and disrespect, little does Paul know that Amy is working very hard indeed…

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I spank my husband over my knee OTK. I spank him on our bed. He only listens when I hit him. I hit him with a spoon. My husband hates it when I spank him with the wooden spoon. That’s why a husband should listen! When words make no impact, the wooden spoon speaks for me.

I spank him as though he weren’t even grown. Isn’t this humiliating for a grown man to be over his wife’s knee? He’s too old for this! But as the wife, I get to make the household rules.

When my husband breaks a rule, that suits me! I get to enforce it with the spoon. It’s sometimes hard work, but it’s fun to watch him squirm over my knee!

I use the little paddle next, with the holes made for small behinds. I hit my husband with that fast little paddle so hard! I knock the truth right out of him.

I discovered while punishing him that my husband has been hiding things from me. He makes an over-the-knee confession. I’m so damn mad that I need to hit him just to get the truth! I married a damn liar!

I give my husband a scolding after his bottom has been spanked for lying to me. It is a very stern scolding. After spanking and scolding, my husband is very sorry. (9:27 long)

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The phone box was at the end of the street, round the farthest corner. She had known the phone number for a long time, but she was not sure how to start. She was only prepared to say “Good morning”.

Michal Hřebeček, M.D., PhD., as was proudly announced by the visiting card and by the door label (rather dilapidated, like the rest of his present office, whose never ending and never cleaned mess contrasted with the latest model of laptop, his parents’ gift on the occasion of his second graduation), opened one of his endlessly repetitive routine dialogues on the help line, which he considered absolutely useless but which was there to open the doors to a real profession, preferably with a very theoretical psychological institute, where he would never again hear anything about the problems of teenage girls with their lovers, parents and sexuality. To establish contact, to get the name, to ask a few questions, to let them talk… Yes, of course. Problems with the mother. Another boring hour. He had thought many times about risking his bonus – the threat of losing his mind listening to teenage girls’ problems was very real.

Now, right from the start, to explain for a hundredth time that my parents got divorced…oh yes, that was the real start of the problem. Before that we had been a normal family. Mother always a little stricter than father, but everything working all right… Then I was alone. And did all kinds of things. I was lucky to leave with just the little scar on my shoulder. And mother’s care – morning exercise by the open window, cold showers… and mother’s inquisitive eye, and talks about what I have to do and what I must not do… of course. As if there was only the obligations and no delights… It is not about exercise or no exercise, or the temperature of the shower, it is about having no other opportunity. Mother clearly cannot see that I am not a baby any more; she would still like to feed me with milk. For example she would not let me wear make-up. My schoolmates find it normal to wear lipstick at school, even though it is not allowed, and I do not even have any nail polish at home. Once I borrowed some eye shadows and a lipstick and you would not believe what she did. I thought mother would rub my face with a piece of steel wool. Then she tried to persuade me that it was not good to draw the attention of men so much. She only stopped at midnight. I thought my knees would not bear me any more…

Dr. Hřebeček had just covered a full page with his scribbles, which was a sign for him to start showing concern for the client, although he did not feel it at all. He based his reaction on the routine repetition of the girl’s last sentence: “You mean you were shivering so much? You are not afraid of your mother, are you, Monika?”

No, I am not; I had to kneel on the floor. She loves this. Saying that it did no harm to her, nor to her mother, nor to her mother’s mother… So whenever there is something wrong, a licking and down to your knees. Really medieval, isn’t it!

Dr. Hřebeček sensed adventure. Maybe a case finally? Real child abuse? The first after two long years of picking up the phone and consoling teenagers feeling repressed by not being allowed to squander their pocket money, which invariably highly exceeded the average income in this country… The most important thing is not to scare her now…

How on earth shall I explain him now that mother is not bad, that to be perfect, faultless, the best is just part of the family tradition… Grandmother had wanted the same from mother, and probably succeeded, and mother wants the same from me now, with little success. And so I have to kneel in the corner whenever I do something wrong, or after a licking… What of that…

Dr. Hřebeček remembered old textbooks: psychological terror, physical torture. The textbook said that the victim should now defend the tyrant, to whom he or she felt an emotional bond.

But mother does not really beat me, it is just that you use the word, licking, she just slaps my ass with a wooden spoon. I am lucky that she still treats me as a baby, and so I hardly feel anything. She always says that I won’t be able to sit down for a while, but it has been some time since I stopped believing her.

OK then, psychological terror. It is said to be worse than physical torture, but here Dr. Hřebeček had his doubts. He only admitted that psychological torture was easier to apply with adults than physical violence. A complex opinion later – right now get more details. Even if this were the only case where the help line would do its job in two years, the two years would not have been wasted.

If he asks any more questions my credit will be used up and we will not even get to the point. It is nice of him to talk to me but he is asking stupid questions. I am simply an ordinary child sometimes getting some punishment and sometimes making mother crazy, which I am not surprised about after all, considering what I have been doing.

The most important thing is to keep talking. Dr. Hřebeček is making quick notes, keeping the conversation flowing: So your mother beats you out of rage? Does it happen often?

My God, why on earth is he interested in this? Anyway, it was only once and mother got angry not because of my smoking but because I tried to hide it. It is true that to be slapped with the handle of the flyswatter can be a little painful, for a week I could not button up my blouse, but this does not mean that he should explain to me that it was my mother’s way of showing concern for my health – I know that for myself – like that we have to help each other, which I sometimes do not manage, because I have no time, or sometimes I simply do not feel like it… that is true, and mother gets crazy then, probably rightly so… for example when I fail to polish the shoes, which is my job, or when the mess in my room is too much… or when I forget to rinse the bath or flush the toilet… so. Mother is strict, but just. In fact it is bad of me to behave like that, mother is always very unhappy, believing that I take after my father… father was OK, just a bit of an artist, so he did not mind having a real mess around him… well, in fact mother is a little strange in this too, for example I have to wash the floor twice, or even four times before mother is satisfied, for in our house we do not clean, we disinfect and sterilise. Everything has to be polished, nicely piled up, … you could eat from the floor…

Dr. Hřebeček suddenly realised that he had covered the last page with notes about a normal family with a problem child. The girl said she had had a problematic history, maybe drugs – she did not define it – so mother was now looking after her re-socialisation. Surveillance of correct sanitary habits was part of the therapy after all, at least that was what the textbook said. In this case mother decided to cure her child at home, even managing to keep her at an elite school.

Mother was beaming; she said her great grandmother used to attend the same school! She was delighted that the school was reopened after the Velvet Revolution… so I attend the only school in the world where you’re not allowed to wear trousers – we have to wear school uniforms like in the Middle Ages. All the same, no one is allowed to be different …three hundred stupid maids under one roof, all of them the same. There are six men altogether in the school – the German teacher is too old, the Czech teacher is ugly, the physics teacher is obscene, the chemistry teacher is mad, the gardener is perverse, and the caretaker is sadistic.

Dr. Hřebeček began to smile. He happened to know something about the institute, it was opened with glory and even though people did not believe in its future from the very beginning there were no vacancies. All small-town were mad for their daughters to be protected from the seductions of real life. By chance he had attended the opening ceremony, for his brother was one of “the only six men in the school”. Even though he did not make any comment to that effect, in this case he agreed with Monika. His brother had been a mad chemist from the fourth form when he blew up a family house with one of his experiments.

Why is he so interested in our school? It is true that this is why I have called him, but I have not told him anything yet… An ordinary grammar school, only that there are only girls in it, the school uniforms and things. They say it is a grammar school for the best students, and so they are a little crazy about the uniforms, that’s all. Girls complain that they cannot wear trousers and ordinary underwear. They check that every morning. Well, the whole uniform, but including this. I do not mind, I do not have anything else anyway, only skirts. Mother never wore jeans in her life, she is afraid of trousers and suchlike, even if there is no man in them…

Brother was the black sheep of the Hřebeček family, but guessing from what the girl says, he chose quite an attractive job after all. So long as he doesn’t blow the whole school into the air. OK, enough of brother. Complaints about parents preventing their children from wearing what they would like to are on the agenda every day, together with children simulating fatal diseases to get an excuse from school. Nothing new. Well, but to measure a teenage girl’s temperature with an anal thermometer, that only supported his view.

…that is mad, am I a small baby? But mother says, if you’re really feel sick you need to have your temperature taken, or are you just making it up to get permission to be absent from school? So sometimes I prefer to go to school, even if I really feel bad…But if I am really sick she cures me overnight and I have to go to school the very next morning anyway.

Dr. Hřebeček knew better than the complaining girl that a cured cold took a week and an uncured one took seven days, but pure curiosity made him ask about the method that worked overnight.

She simply wraps me in a piece of wet linen, with a large plastic cloth over it, plus a blanket, then puts me in bed and pours litres of hot tea with lemon into me. She used to be cured like that by her mother, and her mother used to be cured like that by her mother, and it works better than the water of life. Whenever I have a fever, I am cured in this way, whenever I have a stomachache, an enema, and when the pain does not stop, then again, and then everything in the world stops, and you are glad to be all right again.

Dr. Hřebeček, had to quickly turn away from the phone so that the girl would not to hear his gasp of astonishment. God, an enema! That mother lives in the Middle Ages! And the girl probably thinks it’s perfectly normal, so the most important thing is not to alarm her, well an enema is a standard curative method, after all, if you reconcile yourself with the application, which indeed is rather… delicate…, then it is better than all those chemicals…

Well, to hear this I did not have to call anywhere, mother says the same, but at my age, isn’t that a little embarrassing, well, to have an enema or a suppository stuck in your ass. Is it strange, if I feel ashamed in front of mother that I feel more ashamed to talk about it with a stranger on the phone? And anyway, I do not want to talk about this at all, I do not know why we are talking about this at all. This is my life and I know of a lot more lives that are much worse… but also a lot better.

Dr. Hřebeček, had a feeling that he had learned nothing at either school he had attended. Despite the fact that he had diligently attended all his lectures, no one had prepared him for a confrontation with a client who found all of this normal. Until now he believed he had a good command of the case, he had a couple of possible diagnoses of the client’s mother ready, but the client clearly did not want his help in this respect.

For example Lucina. When she was changing at our place this morning, she had a bra that mother would never buy for me. In fact mother is the one to blame for that, if I had a bra like that I would never look with such desire at Lucina and she would never find such a stupid explanation for it, and she would never start up with me in such a way.

Dr. Hřebeček, silently envied his brother his job, for he finally found firm ground under his feet. The girl needs to be reconciled with her own homosexuality.

No, why? Lucie is a smart girl after all!

Well?

Just, she was not the first woman I ended up in bed with. What is so strange about that? Aren’t we living in the 21st century?

Michal Hřebeček had to give up and take into account the fact that two universities were not enough to prepare him for real life. What on earth could have made a girl who finds her mother’s torture and her own homosexuality natural pick up the phone and call the help line? And right when he was on duty too?

The problem is that mother returned unexpectedly. Mother, that model of accuracy and reliability, had to leave her purse behind right then. Well, Lucina managed to hide in the linen closet, but I was found in bed in the middle of the day, which for my mother is akin to chopping a live baby in half in the kitchen. In addition, I had nothing on, which mother understood incorrectly, but not that much, as she thought I was masturbating, so she started shouting at me that I was like my father, who also did not know when to stop, he wanted it all the time, that I was just like him, and so everyone would just abuse me, well, that she did not have to say. In short, she was mad and shouting that she would beat that out of me, even if she was to beat me to death… in short a terrible scene… and Lucina could hear all that, hidden as she was in the closet.

Dr. Hřebeček, was silently apologising to all of his teachers. It is all right, the diagnosis was correct. A hysterical mother, frustrated, probably a latent homosexual sadist, showing pathological affective aggressiveness. He could see the scene quite clearly: mother, in a fit of hysteria, physically attacks her daughter, beating her brutally with the carpet beater, probably the first suitable object she could find, then, remorseful, she runs away, for she cannot deal with the situation emotionally, and the girl runs away from the house, then calling him.

Some people should listen more and talk less. My problem is not the beaten ass, it is neither the first nor the last occasion. If it were not for Lucina in the linen closet, everything would be all right. When she crawled out of the closet, she was real mad, saying it was like the Middle Ages, that I was completely stupid to let her act like that, that if anybody touched her, she would kill them, and would boast of it, that something must be done about it immediately, that she would go to the headmistress; in short she was crazy. But the worst part is that she will now go and tell everybody!

Enough! The girl simply is not normal. Living in an absurd relationship with a hysterical mother, she maintains that her only problem is shame among her schoolmates! Dr. Hřebeček decided to take the situation into his own hands. This cannot be solved on the phone. The girl is ready for long-term therapy. Her hierarchy of values will need to be completely rebuilt, together with her perception of human relationships, broken by her life in a dysfunctional family. Then her relationship with her mother will have to be solved.

I do not need anything like that. My relationship with mother is quite in order. Mother is crazy, but I am with her because I want to be. What I do not want to is to go to that school, where the stupid people there will now only laugh at me. That is why I am calling. How should one go about changing schools?

Typical, thought Dr. Hřebeček to himself. The patient first rejects cooperation, conjuring up other problems. For successful therapy her separation from her mother will probably be necessary. The essential thing is to make the client come to tomorrow’s consultation. The rest he can manage and if the authorities are quick enough, then he will soon get their legal permission for hospitalisation.

OK, if he believes that my coming tomorrow would help somehow then why not? There must be a way of getting to another school and never returning to this one. If the worst comes to the worst then at least I have an excuse for this afternoon and tomorrow. At least he has promised that.

Even though Dr. Hřebeček’s ear was aching from the pressure of the receiver he had to make one more telephone call. He could not complain about cooperation with the authorities, on the contrary, the officer in charge of his clinic was a very understanding and reasonable lady who had always helped him. Today he would need her understanding more than ever, for, in fact, the girl was grown up and the intervention would be just about legal. But on the other hand, if he tells her everything the girl has suffered from her mentally ill mother, she will certainly understand and help him. He dialled the number.

A nasty day. The sun tries to shine, but the cold is horrible. Mother is most likely to come in the evening and I hope to survive with her until tomorrow. The main thing is not to make her angry. Tidy up the shoes, put the coat in the closet, check if everything is all right… DAMN! The door is not locked! WHAT IS MOTHER DOING AT HOME?

Shut up! I know everything. The doctor called me, luckily. So this is what I get from you for all my care? This for my sacrifice for you? Shut up! So from now on I will be much stricter with you, to give you a reason to complain, when you like it so much. And now where is the wooden spoon?

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Luna is supposed to be looking after the house and the children but I find her in the sitting room relaxing and smoking. She knows this is strictly forbidden. When I question her she starts to tell lies, I will not tolerate liars. I decide that she must be punished and I keep a rather nasty leather paddle handy for just such occasions. After a few strokes over her panties I get her to lower these and the rest of the punishment is delivered on her bare bottom.

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Samantha wasn’t far off from graduation and she thought her butt was safe from her step-dad’s belt and paddles, but as you’ll see she gets her firm cheeks lit up after her step-sister tattles to their old man. The worst part though, Samantha’s step-sister didn’t spill the beans over some moral values, quite the contrary, Shy just really got off on getting her sibling in trouble and hearing the sounds of suffering!

Lying in their household was a no-no, but Samantha was known to be untruthful from time to time. A few days ago she borrowed the family vehicle to run some errands, but really she was going to the dunes to see a guy that she’d been crushing on, rumor has it that they went all the way, twice. When the young lady returned home and parked in the garage, Shy saw that there was mud all over the SUV, of course she told their step-dad and he ordered Samantha to his room for bare bottom punishment!

Shy laughed and teased Samantha as she waited for her butt to get roasted, she was going to thoroughly enjoy hearing every single swat. When their step-dad came into the room Shy left, but of course she hovered right by the bedroom door to listen in to the rather stern spanking! It all started with Samantha going over the knee for a strong hand spanking over her jeans, in a thong, and of course on her tight bare bottom. That spanking really hurt her backside, she’d been having so much fun just hours earlier, now Samantha was feeling totally humiliated and knew darn well that Shy was enjoying her blistering.

She knew the the drill, her step-daddy was going to pull off his belt and wail on her, and that’s exactly what he did. You could clearly her Samantha’s cute cries from the intense pain, Shy certainly heard it all. Later, the girl would face for a stringent paddling, with two paddles! A big leather paddle and a hard wooden wooden one with holes straight up cooked Samantha’s butt, she felt some real punishment that day, and yes it was deserved.

After the spanking, their step-dad asked Shy to come in and provide some after-care for Samantha. She liked to oil and squeeze her step-sister’s cheeks after a hard spanking, there was something about feeling the heat and the aching that she caused for poor Samantha. Of course there would be some corner time for reflection and remorse. However, as Samantha stood in the corner she plotted of mischievous ways to gain revenge on Shy, even if it meant that her own bottom would go through torment once more!

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Naughty Sarah Gregory has already been spanked twice on the thin seat of her brand-new, skintight jeans, and now she is grounded to her room. But you know Sarah. My BabyGirl got bored and decided to leave her room, with predictable results: A long, hard strapping that has Sarah howling and kicking wildly during, and rubbing frantically after.

Heating the Seat of Sarah’s Jeans, Part 3

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Sam Johnson and Amelia Jane Rutherford are maids in an English country manor house. Amelia has clumsily broken an expensive crystal decanter and Sam has taken the blame as Amelia is on her last warning. She has been soundly punished by his Lordship and comes to show Amelia her bright red bottom. Amelia asks what she can do to make it up to Sam and when Sam says she should take the same punishment she took, Amelia agrees. First she goes over Sam’s knee for a spanking, first on her vintage knickers and then on her bare bottom. Then Sam instructs her to bend over the table for 12 strokes with the strap and then 12 stingy strokes with the cane. Amelia makes a huge fuss throughout and is left with some lovely red stripes on her delectable bottom.

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It really isn‘t a good day for the Principal. Two colleagues are ill and the substitute, Mr. Nožička, is in Prešpurk attending a study course… Simply dividing substitutes into classes to avoid major disruption of the teaching plan took him all morning. Doctor Schertel has been awaiting him for at least half an hour now, and his rheumatic knee is reminding him that he should have gone to see the doctor at least a week ago.

The knock on the door came at the least appropriate time, when he was heading towards the door with his cane in his hand and cap on his head. Of course: an unfortunate female student, ticket in hand, eyes downcast, she can barely be understood… And she keep repeating: “But Mr. Principal… but Mr. Principal… but Mr. Principal, you are mistaken!“

“I am not usually mistaken, young lady!“ growls the Principal. As if the aching knee was not enough; now an arrogant student! “And I am not used to students using that kind of tone with me!“ He really has to sort things out with her when he comes back, but an hour on her knees would do her mind good too: “Kneel down here and think about the manner, and particularly the tone that students from my institution may use to address members of the teachers’ collective!“ He slams the door behind him, perhaps harder than he wanted to.

Eulálie Cimciburková, a premier student of six B, was always an A-student, primarily due to her exceeding hard work, obedience and lack of any outside interests. Speaking skills and rationalisation really were not among her strong points. Now she was facing a problem that demanded a solution: she does not know why, but she is supposed to kneel on the board until the Principal comes back. Nor did he say when he was coming back. Hmm. She would obey as usual, but it was likely to hurt. Unless… she was proud of herself for coming up with the idea of folding the edge of her skirt under her knees as a cushion. It was tolerable for a while, and did not hurt more than the bench at church, but at church nobody wanted her to kneel for Heaven knows how long… and what if she leant her hands against the floor? There, that’s a bit better… and what if she raised her knees a little? If she regularly alternates these positions, then with the help of God she will manage to kneel…

The unpleasant feeling of cold on his bare scalp disgruntled the Principal. Of course – the cap! Heading into the streets bareheaded like some labourer, particularly in the case when his hair was hardly worth mentioning, was truly a disgrace to his age and position. Doctor Schertel would simply have to wait a while.

In a blue bundle huddled in the middle of the room, he recognises the student only after some thought. He would really like to know what these children learn at home, when they must even be taught to kneel at school: “Straighten your skirt, young lady, so it doesn’t get crumpled, and smooth out your stockings so you don’t ruin them, straighten up…“ Good, now she is kneeling like she should, but who will guarantee that she won’t start wriggling again in a while?

“The book, young lady, is the foundation of human direction,“ says the Principal, placing one but after another into the student’s outstretched arms. “If you move, the books will fall on the ground. I would have to consider that a serious dishonour to the guidance contained therein and punish it as necessary. Thus it would be far more useful for you to await me calmly and think about what, and in what tone, you want to tell me.“

Eulálie Cimciburková prided herself for never before having to confess disrespect or disobedience to her parents, or to any other superior persons. Now, however, her desire to be an obedient little girl was in conflict with her minimal physical capabilities. Physical education was not among her favourite subjects, her somersaults were always awry and despite all her efforts she could not manage a cartwheel. And now she was supposed to last with her hands outspread, burdened by a pile of books until the Principal returns. She would try, surely. She clenches her teeth when her arms start shaking. She would try to obey and resist, but the books were really heavy, it seems impossible, she can’t handle it… And they fall to the floor.

Not only are her knees bruised and sore, but who would place the books back in her arms? If she tries to lift them herself, they will fall immediately. Unless… For the second time, she is surprised at the good ideas she keeps coming up with. She decides to place the books on the edge of the table, across the corner, she will be able to lift them and move with them very carefully until she manages to kneel down on the board again without dropping them… Ooh, the skirt. Everything worked out, but she kneeled on her skirt. The Principal was unlike to overlook that. How to get it from under her knees when she can’t use her hands… And there go the books again.

Alright, something else. Books on the corner of the table, hem of the skirt between her teeth so that it doesn’t get caught under her knees when kneeling down, lift the books, turn around…

She was so scared by the Principal’s shout that the books fell from her hands, and she let go of the skirt later than etiquette would recommend. However, the Principal was not in the least interested in her lace slip and hand-embroidered stockings. He refused to hear any explanation, because from his point of view, the matter was utterly clear: he left the student kneeling in his office and when he returned, he caught her rummaging through the things on his table! What arrogance!

“Bend over!“

“But Mr. Principal…“ Eulálie again did not get an opportunity to finish her sentence. Led embarrassingly by the ear and flooded by a torrent of uncompromising orders, she chose the proven tactic of obedience, although with serious internal doubts as to whether she was acting in her favour. In the presence of the Principal, she lays down on an extraordinarily uncomfortable object, raises her skirt and turns down her stockings, decorated with hand-made embroidery according to a pattern from a popular ladies’ and girls’ magazine. Her doubts increased while listening to the Principals aggravated comments:

“We know how to successfully cure arrogance, young lady, arrogance, insolence and indecency in these times! Throughout my teaching career, I have experienced many various educational approaches, but no cure is as effective as direct application of the wicker! One day you will thank me! And if you do not, then your husband surely will!“

“All for nothing,“ sighed Eulálie in her mind, when the first blow of the reed whip landed on her rear. She also wondered why her future husband should thank the Principal, when her father bends her over his knee with the justice due to a better cause, but the Principal’s voice liberates her from this complicated problem:

“How many were there, young lady?!?“

Eulálie was scared. The Principal had caught her not paying attention.

“You mistake! Start counting from one again!“

This time she tried hard to count the blows and particularly to clearly articulate the numbers. She remembered many comments from reading and singing class, that she mumbles and can’t be understood. She honestly tried not to disappoint the Principal, although it seemed very difficult in this situation, when blows far more painful than those from her father’s belt kept landing on her rear. She was pleased how well she was handling the complicated situation, and at the same time was a bit sorry that she couldn’t cry a little. Crying generally helped her in such situations, but she did not dare start when the Principal did not mentions a word about crying.

The Principal, on the other hand, kept becoming more and more nervous. Under normal circumstances, almost every student with the exception of the rebel Šmeralová would be sobbing by the tenth blow, but the situation he found himself in reminded him all too much of tenderising veal steaks on Sundays. The glanced discreetly at the base rear – yes, everything seems to be alright on this side. Fifteen parallel welts clearly showed that he was not shunning his work. There was apparently problem somewhere en route to the head. Alright, he would give this information time to reach its destination.

“Well young lady, take this as a very temporary introduction! Name, class?“

As if the first hurt sniff appeared in the student’s voice: “Eulálie Cimciburková, six B.“

The Principal took the records with the relevant name from the shelf.

„Eulálie Cimciburková… interesting, you were here last in fourth grade… what brings you here now after two years…“

The opened envelope revealed a note, covered with careful handwriting:

“Dear Mr. Principal,

With regards to the altered geopolitical situation, please allow me to respectfully request a new globe as an aide to successful teaching of geography.

Sincerely

Václav Aujezdský,

Regular geography teacher”“

Although it cost the Principal considerable efforts, he managed to control himself for the moment. A new globe… Good Heavens! … and why didn’t the little fool say so? A pity of every blow that goes astray, of course. Moreover, this student clearly disobeyed his instructions concerning behaviour in the office, but still… An ironed handkerchief and forced cough at the last moment hid uncontrollable laughter. During documentation of the punishment, he was able to fully resume the role of a just ruler of a girls’ institution: “And above all, young lady, remember that you are obliged to speak respectfully, clearly and comprehensibly to the teachers, and myself, in order to avoid unintentional misunderstandings! You are obliged to obey orders with due care, without objections and precisely! And remember, young lady, that the Bible states that those who spare their cane harm their son, which naturally applies to daughters as well, and in general to students! A pity of every blow that goes astray! You may go!“

Eulálie thought that it would be a good moment to explain why she came to the office, so that the Principal would not thing wrongly of her, but she correctly interpreted the Principal’s threatening growl as a call for her to depart, postponed only by the obligation to arrange the books that had fallen on the floor.

The student Cimciburková left the office just in time, at least from the Principal’s point of view. The door had not even closed behind her when the corners of his mouth started twitching over the story, that would undoubtedly entertain his card partners at the pub. He was alone in the room and could finally start laughing, until tears ran from his eyes…

The knock on the door caught him in the midst of even greater laughter, but he was capable of controlling himself. At least he thought so, but he did not manage to hide his surprise at the return of Eulálie Cimciburková, particularly when seeing her tear-stained face.

“Mr. Principal, Profession Aujezdský sent me here, because as I was here I could not be at geography class, and they had a written examination and the teacher thinks I skipped on purpose so that I wouldn’t have to write it…“

At that moment, any thought of laughter utterly disappeared from the director’s mind. So they had a written examination? And Cimciburková avoided it through defiant silence? That is why she didn’t tell him her reason for coming! That was why she just mumbled! She thought that if she stayed at the office, she would avoid the examination! What a pretty lie! It was a falsehood! And she even has the insolence to claim that it wasn’t true!

“How dare you, young lady! What do you mean – not true?! Do you mean to say that Professor Aujezdský is lying?! Or am I lying?!!“

The ashtray jumped when the Principal angrily slammed his fist on the table.

“We know how to handle your sort at this institution! Bend over!!!“

Eulálie was not sure, but she had the strong feeling that the situation was not working out to her advantage. However, her words did not improve anything: the Principal was unwilling to believe her that he couldn’t do something of the sort.

“You would be surprised what all I can do! And I assure you that whatever I do for your correction will be done with the greatest diligence I can summon!“

Bent again over that bizarre object, Eulálie though that there must be an interminable number of welts from the whip across her rear. She was therefore pleased when she understood from the Principal’s words that she was mistaken.

“I will not ruin my whip on a cheater of your type! A rough sack deserves a rough patch! The whip, young lady, is an master’s paintbrush, with which the artist finishes the last touches on his work! But you remind me more of a roughly whitewashed wall, on which it is necessary to apply the base colours! But don’t worry, we have plenty of experience with that at this institution and during exchange we work with foreign institutions! Yes, young lady, foreign!“

The director was pleased in a particular way that he had acquired such an opportunity to try the new instrument, which had been delivered only yesterday by the postman. He had not even managed to study the manual in detail, but he deeply trusted his pedagogical experience. At the same time, he could not resist boasting at least a little: “My colleagues from Scotland sent me this! They have achieved excellent results!“

Suddenly, he faltered. He remembered that there was something in the manual about preparation before initial use… Of course, proper greasing. The oil was enclosed in the package and he had already prepared it with his characteristic diligence.

He doused the leather instrument in oil twice, to make sure he didn’t neglect anything. If its proves useful, he would introduce it as standard equipment at the school. In his mind, he was already preparing a thesis for the presentation at the next school meeting. His tense excitement could not be dulled even by the student’s incapability of adding twenty-five for the falsehood and twenty-five for insolence, although her answer of “a lot“ was correct, from the aspect of formal logic with regards to her position.

The manual to the instrument indicated described, explained and depicted the correct position of the executor in detail, but it took the Principal several minutes before he was satisfied with the measured distance. It did not disturb him, on the contrary. The explicitness of the manual suited his taste for pedantry.

Eulálie was trying to do two things at once, which fully occupied her intellectual capacity. Firstly, she was carefully counting the individual blows, and secondly she was closely studying the feelings on her behind. Finally, she decided that they were more like her father’s belt than the Principal’s whip.

The director was displeased. Acoustically, the instrument in his hand was excellent and highly exceeded the whip, and it made a very serious impression visually, as far as he could tell. But somehow it had little apparent effect on the strange student. She counted with an uninterested, almost calm voice… He must be doing something wrong. He suppressed the desire to look into the manual. He must handle it with his experience!

Eulálie was sincerely sorry that she did not realise in time whether she could cry. It seemed to her now that her father’s belt was not this painful. She tried at least to concentrate on careful counting. It helped a little.

The Principal was sweating. He was sure that if he had the whip in his hands… But his colleagues from Scotland claimed that they have excellent experience with it! And he had another twenty-five blows to go yet.

The heat in the jacket was intolerable and he urgently needed to check the effects of the instrument. They were visually interesting, that was true, the mistake must be in the girl after all… He decided to perform the test of the new instrument until the end, even at the price of imperfect educational effect.

Eulálie was pleased by the Principal’s praise, although she was not sure what it meant when somebody was called truly unique. She would have to look it up in the dictionary. In the meantime, she tried her best not to disappoint the Principal, although it was far from easy during the second series of twenty-five that she received. She resisted crying out loud, although it took immense effort, but tears were running. She hoped the Principal wouldn’t notice.

In the meantime, the irresistible thought that something must be wrong crept into the Principal’s mind, and it certainly could not be the instrument in his hand. It seemed that the student before him was composed of two independent parts: one was being educated very duly, judging according to the welts, while the other was calmly counting the twenty-fifth blow.

During preparation of the camera, he unbelievingly assures himself that the lesson was clear on the behind at least, but doubts were gnawing him. He almost systematically made a record, directed the student to the board, although he had to honestly admit that in her case there was little change in the emotional expressions one encountered with other students, and when he was certain that she was sufficiently occupied with herself, he discreetly opened the drawer and took out the instrument. Suddenly with the greatest effort he suppressed a curse over the feeling that the tawse manages to extract during a light slap over the hand.

Urged on by strictly scientific interest, he went to inspect the traces of the instrument on the student’s behind once more. Visually, they really corresponded to the description written by his colleagues, but as far as function was concerned, it really wasn’t a convincing experience… and they praised it so… Well: an Austrian cane is an Austrian cane!

Pedagogical disappointment made the Principal so nervous that he actually let the student go prematurely. If she had eavesdropped behind the door, she probably wouldn’t have understood the incongruent exclamations “Scotland! Excellent results! Lakes! Men in skirts!“, but the click of the stove door would leave her with no doubts about the fate of the instrument, which would make sitting with her friends most unpleasant for at least two weeks.

“Golden Austria, Golden Austria…“ from the Principal’s lips sounded like a definite epithet over the possibility of enriching Austrian pedagogic science with foreign experience.

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Miss Daisa has a roommate named Joe. Daisa had a very important business convention to attend in Las Vegas, so Daisa had to leave Joe home alone for a few days. She had told Joe this and he said “not a problem”, and that he’d “take care of everything”. So Daisa trusted Joe alone with the apartment and her stuff. She feels that she is leaving everything in good hands. She tells him there will be NO WOMEN in this house while she is gone. Joe said of course of course.

As soon as Daisa left, Joe called over a girl named Delilah as fast as he could. They start fooling around, when Daisa returns, having forgotten something for her tip. Daisa was furious for lying about bringing girls over, and Delilah was furious because he told her she was allowed over! Daisa believes something MUST be done. Daisa cancelled her business trip for that day to deal with this matter. Daisa told Delilah that she had a good idea to do to Joe since he lied to the both of us. Come and see what Ms. Daisa and Ms. Delilah do to Joe. It will make you think twice on lying to someone who trusts you, because you just don’t know what is in store for you!

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Two naughty duchesses have got into frightful trouble on the Royal Tour of Canada. Not only did we go out without our pantyhose, we also got terribly merry in a club and ended up enjoying some hanky panky with two men who most definitely weren’t our husbands! Now, the king has summoned us for a 200 stroke birching each, in front of a huge audience of nobles and foreign royalty!

Waiting in the antechamber, we nervously undress to our silky lingerie and shiny tan pantyhose. What can we expect? Zoe’s not been birched before but I have (though not like this!) so I tell her what to expect while we complain about how unfair it is that we’re going to be punished so severely. Especially since both our husbands are sure to cane us too when we get home! Eventually, we wonder if maybe a warmup spanking might be a good idea. We take it in turns over each other’s knees, spanking and slippering each other, with pantyhose and panties eventually down. We try a little practice with the birch too – DREADFUL! Finally, we practice our curtsies. Maybe if we impress the king sufficiently, he might go easier on us?

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