Monday, 26 July 2010

A Birthday Wish!

I just want to wish my blog partner Tomas a very Happy Birthday today,I won't tell you how old he is or he might threaten not to spank me,that would be the worst possible punishment,but I'll just say he's old enough to enjoy the finer things in life!!

Happy Birthday Tomas,loads of love and hugs to you!

Friday, 23 July 2010

Highly recommended!

To all those spanking enthusiasts out there,I'd just like to recommend you checking out a website called 'spankingtube' it's crammed full of free clips of all types,from good old fashioned over the knee spankings,to canings and bondage.With M/f F/m F/f and M/m it has something for everyone.For members of 'spankingtube' I've posted a link to one of my favourite contributors,a spankee called Mercury,her videos are most enjoyable and well worth a look! I've posted a link for non members too,it's totally free to join so go check it out!!

I was intrigued to know more and Mercury was kind enough to answer my questions:-

I asked-I'm a huge spanking fan and really love your vids,and I just wondered,how do you feel before during and after your spankings? Do you get nervous or excited? Have you ever felt put off because a spanking was so hard,like this one with the hairbrush? Or do you just crave more?! :)

Mercury replied-Wow! Interesting questions. Before a spanking, I'm always nervous AND excited... usually I can't wait to get started! I can't wait for the first spank to make contact... somehow the first is very nerve-wracking, because I don't know where it will land and how hard it will be... Once in a rare while, I get put off by a spanking, and it usually happens when he's using hairbrushes or paddles. They really really hurt me - it's an intense kind of highly focused pain which I find almost unbearable ;). Mostly I can't wait for that kind of spanking to end, or for him to switch back to using his hand, which I like very much. With a belt or strap, however, I just want the spanking to go on and on... anything leather is alright with me. :)

Thanks Mercury,you're a spanking star! xxx

Happy spankings,Lori xx

A welcome contribution!


Other readers can’t have failed to notice that children these days take a surprisingly long time to fly the nest. Many students still live with their parents, and continue to do so after they start work. Sadly, having a child who is old enough to vote brings no guarantee of good behaviour! The wise father continues to provide the precious gift of discipline, as and when necessary. I myself have two girls, aged 19 and 21, still under my roof, and I am only too happy to give others the benefit of my experience.

Never forget the old saying: Wise men nor fools can work without tools. A good slipper is essential. I don’t recommend using one of the slippers you wear every day. You should keep another slipper for this purpose alone - your spanking slipper. A cheap imported slipper is unlikely to prove satisfactory. If funds permit, buy a quality slipper of sound construction, with a good, broad, supple sole. Buy the largest size you can get - at least a size 12, preferably a size 16. Hang the slipper on a hook in a prominent position in your home. It will serve as a constant reminder of the high standards you expect.

When it becomes necessary to administer punishment, there may be a certain reluctance on the part of the recipient. The older child is very good at coming up with reasons why they should not be punished, I’m too old now. I won’t do it again. Not in front of my friends. But you’ve punished me twice already this week. I always turn a deaf ear to such protests. I look the girl squarely in the eye, and in a firm, level tone I give her the first of the three commands:

“Fetch the slipper!”

At that point she realises that further protest is futile, and she leaves my study with her tail between her legs. By the time she returns with the slipper, she is a different girl altogether - quiet, respectful, subdued. There may be a pleading look in her eyes, but I ignore it, naturally. I never rush things. If I’m writing a letter at the time, I finish it first. If I’m reading a book, I continue to the end of the chapter. Standing there with the slipper in her hand, she has a wonderful opportunity to think about what she has done, and to anticipate the punishment to come.

In due course, I take the slipper from her, and give her the second of the three commands:

“Get ready!”

At this point, shoes are removed, along with certain other items of clothing. The rule is a simple one. Any garment which would, or could, impede the slipper’s approach must be discarded forthwith. And it matters not a jot what those garments may be. Jackets or jumpers, trousers or skirts, jeans or tights, nighties or pyjamas - all alike must be shed swiftly and efficiently, folded neatly, and placed on the small chair provided.

Even though you’re her father, the older child may be surprisingly reluctant to bare her bottom for punishment. In such cases the best policy is to apply the slipper to the seat of the knickers, adding a few extra strokes to compensate.
Once again, there is no need whatsoever for unseemly haste. Once she is stripped to her pants, the miscreant must stand to attention before me, with her face to the wall and her hands on her head. However long it takes, she must wait silently and patiently until I feel ready to give her that special form of fatherly attention which she is so badly in need of. Even at this late stage, she may attempt to gain my sympathy by crying, trembling or other ruses, but I pay her no heed. Only when I feel fully prepared for the arduous duty which lies ahead of me, do I give her the third and final command:

“Bend over!”

She knows what she must do, of course. She walks up to my leather armchair, and by bending over the back of it, she assumes a posture which will allow the punishment to be administered efficaciously. The importance of a good punishment position cannot be over-stated - the legs straight and slightly parted, the shoulders lower than the hips, the arms stretched out in front, the head hanging down submissively. Of all the parts of the body, the bottom should now be uppermost, with the buttocks presented unclenched for slippering.

It’s important to grip your slipper firmly. I recommend making a few practice strokes to re-familiarise yourself with its aerodynamic characteristics. I usually place the first stroke across the centre of the girl’s bottom. Don’t rush, take your time and aim the slipper carefully. Then, keeping your eye on the target, raise the slipper slowly and smoothly over your shoulder. Still keeping your eye on the target, apply the slipper in one smooth, swift movement. With the correct arm and shoulder action, it will acquire considerable velocity before making contact. The sole should strike firmly and squarely across both buttocks, making a loud and satisfying “thwack“. Allow time for its effects to be fully appreciated, then repeat.

As the punishment progresses, make sure you achieve a thorough coverage of the entire bottom, paying particular attention to the lower areas. With an older child, there is more to cover, of course, that is why the larger size of slipper is such a boon. There can be no hard and fast rules as to what is the “correct” number of strokes. The only sensible approach to play it by ear. On no account should the punishment end before there is convincing evidence of a deep and heartfelt repentance. Afterwards, I expect the miscreant to thank me sincerely, then she is allowed to replace her clothes and return the slipper to its hook.

I realise some readers may feel uncertain about disciplining an older child with a slipper as I have described. It isn’t an easy task, obviously, but the reward is well worth the effort. I can’t guarantee that their behaviour will improve, but they will certainly be a lot more motivated to find a place of their own!

Yours,Alan Barr.


Alan Barr’s interest in spanking goes right back to very early childhood - in fact, he can’t remember a time when he wasn't interested. Back in the early 1960’s, corporal punishment was commonplace - even his weekly copy of the Beano was full of it. A number of other childhood experiences also fired his imagination. Aged nine or ten, he watched one of his classmates being soundly spanked over a desk by the headmaster. Though this was clearly intended to be an unpleasant experience, and to serve as a deterrent to the children who witnessed it, there was something strongly appealing about it too. Alan developed a strong desire to be spanked himself, but unfortunately for him he was an exceedingly timid and law-abiding child. In all the time he was growing up, it happened just once (face-down on his bed with a slipper - in case you were wondering.) The secret feelings continued into adult life, but it wasn’t until Alan was well into his thirties that he felt brave enough to share them with someone else. After that, he was finally able to turn fantasy into reality, and enjoy spanking (and being spanked) on a regular basis. And boy, did he enjoy it! This took place mostly in the context of a loving relationship. There was just one occasion when he sought help from a professional female disciplinarian. After confessing to a serious misdemeanour he’d got away with in his youth (he followed a group of sixth-form girls up a flight of stairs so he could look up their skirts) he was caned for the first time in his life - at the grand old age of 48. A fortnight later, the marks of the cane were still clearly visible, but Alan would be the first to admit that the punishment was well-deserved and long overdue - and he’s treated women with a lot more respect ever since! Nowadays, his main interest is in writing short stories about spanking. He draws heavily on his own feelings and experiences as a child and an adult, and prefers not to make the erotic aspects of spanking too explicit. The stories have led to interesting correspondence and new friendships. In his latest work "Teenage Licks" he goes right back to his roots. One of the stories is about a legendary character from the Beano - that most iconic of naughty girls, Minnie the Minx.

You can find Alan's stories available for download on please go and check them out,I know you won't be disappointed!

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

A message from Tom!

I imagine,like many of you,I quite liked the Letters To The Editor,and the Correspondence section of many of the old,and now defunct spanking mags.I always liked these "true" tales,some almost credible,most fantastical,and some just plainly silly.We would like to include our own such section on this blog.A problem we have is that we don't have an editor,or for that matter a physical address,so in the greatest of spanking mags traditions,we are just going to make them up,and post six or seven each month.
Most will come from our own little minds,some will be gleaned,and adapted from non spanking sources(though I think,posted by spankos).So I hope you enjoy our fake real stories.

Happy Spankings,Tom.

A lesson in responsibility.

A story by Tomas & Lori

Mr Thompson stood at the window and gazed pensively out at the grounds of Westwood secondary school for girls,he was the Headmaster,a position of authority and respect,and today he would need to assert his authority to the utmost degree. He was used to disciplining students of course,but today he had an altogether more different task,he had to deal with one of his teachers! Amy Roberts was a pretty,twenty two year old student teacher,as well as being slim and attractive she was keen and hard working,but not always the most responsible of teachers,and the day before,during a field trip to Durham Cathedral,she'd allowed two of her fifteen year old pupils to wander off on their own. After several hours and a lengthy search they were eventfully found in the Market Tavern public house,they were both drunk and surrounded by young men,all of whom were trying their best to seduce the young ladies.

Mr Thompson had called for Amy to come to his study,just as the clock struck nine am there was a tap at the door.

"Come in."

Amy slowly entered the room,she was clearly nervous and with good reason,she knew Mr Thompson's reputation for discipline."You wanted to see me,Sir."

"Yes I do,and you know why don't you!"

She hung her head in shame."Yes,Sir."

He took a deep breath."Amy I can't believe how you allowed this to come about!" Amy stood in front of his desk fidgeting like a first year."it would have been bad enough for the girls to have been found wandering the streets,but in a public house drinking cider! Luckily the police aren't pressing charges but their parents are fuming." Amy nodded but stared at the floor."I will obviously have to report this to your college,and I just can't see how you will be able to pass your final training after this. For that matter I don't know if you have what it takes to be a teacher,you have to show discipline, and have control over your charges. Have you anything to say for yourself before I ring your course supervisor?"

She finally managed to look him in the eye."I um......well I'm sorry,Sir,I really am,I had no idea the girls were going to head to the pub otherwise I wouldn't have allowed it,please Sir,don't ring my course supervisor,I really want this job and I'll do anything if you'll just give me another chance,anything at all,Sir."

Mr Thompson shook his head."I really don't see what can be done,the two girls are obviously in deep trouble as well,Miss Evans will be giving both of them six of the best for bringing the school's good name into disrepute,and no doubt they will both be facing more when they get home. You on the other hand,I'm afraid will be failing your course,and the last three years work will have been a waste. A very bad day for everyone concerned."

Amy stepped closer to him and pleaded."Oh but please,Mr Thompson I beg you,don't let all that good work go to waste,I'm sure I can make it up to you if you'll only let me. Perhaps.....perhaps you could punish me in some way for my appalling behaviour,Sir?"

"Do I take it," he said,trying to hide his excitement."that you are proposing that I give you corporal punishment? As I have already told you Miss Evans is giving Joan and Veronica six of the best each,both of their mothers have been on the the phone and said,as they put it,give them both the whack on their bare arses,as that is where their dad's belt will be landing. So in fairness as you were in charge of the girls you should receive the same punishment. As you know that is two girls
so that will be twelve strokes for you." Amy's eyes filled with tears as he spoke."Also,in the name of fairness,those twelve strokes will also be on your bare behind. If that is acceptable then I'll expect you to be here tomorrow night after six o'clock when the caretaker has gone. The least people know about this the better it is for me to smooth over this whole mess for you. What do you say to this,yea or nay? After all you know what the alternative is."

Amy blushed madly and wiped her eyes."I......I have to agree to your corporal punishment,Sir,the alternative is unthinkable. I really do appreciate your covering for me,and I will accept a caning from you,but please don't make it too severe," She gazed at him pleadingly,hoping he'd take pity on her."I...I've never been caned before,Sir. All I ever had as a child were spankings from my father,but if you feel it is the only way to deal with this then I will meet you at the arranged time."

"This will be a real punishment Amy,to give you a token punishment would be totally wrong,and would not instill in you the importance of being ever vigilant when you are out of school premises. However as you have never been caned before,I propose that as a special favour to you that I give you a light hand spanking to warm up your bottom before the main caning."

Amy swallowed hard."Thank you,Sir." Although she was hardly grateful for an addition to her punishment.

Mr Thompson nodded."Right then,I'll see you tomorrow at six,dress appropriately."

"Yes,Sir,thank you."

He escorted her to the door and she left as quickly as possible,heading straight for the staff bathroom to try and compose herself for morning classes.

The rest of the day passed painfully slowly,Amy found it hard to concentrate,she kept thinking about her impending punishment,and was also sure that the other staff were talking about her. By the end of the day she was also convinced that all the students knew as well. Mr Thompson on the other hand was feeling quite pleased with himself,he'd decided he'd handled the situation well,and had to admit he relished the thought of chastising the pretty,young student,even if it was a serious matter.

The following day was just as bad for Amy,she struggled to cope with her classes,and despite her best efforts to avoid him seemed to keep coming face to face with Mr Thompson throughout the day. She watched the clock and was dismayed at how quickly five o'clock arrived,her heart was racing and she couldn't eat all day,even drinking was becoming more and more difficult as her stomach knotted and churned with anxiety. At five thirty she headed into the staff bathroom and checked herself over,making sure she was well turned out,then eventually Amy made her way slowly to the headmasters study. Her legs were like jelly as she reached his door,then,just before six o'clock she tapped it lightly.

"Come in." came the reply.

Amy tentatively opened the door and entered."I'm....reporting as ordered Sir," her voice was faint and strained. She closed the door firmly behind her and approached the desk,Mr Thompson rose from his chair and studied her closely."I....hope my dress is satisfactory." said Amy. She was wearing a long black skirt,white high neck blouse,black stockings and high heeled shoes,Mr Thompson walked around her,scrutinising her carefully."Yes,that's acceptable." He said eventually."OK,Amy if you would be so good as to strip from the waist down please,and we can get this over with as quickly as possible."
Amy hadn't expected that,she was about to protest but the look on his face stopped her in her tracks. Her fingers shook as you unzipped your skirt,she removed it and placed it neatly on a chair in the corner of the room."Actually,Amy there is no need for you to completely strip from the waist," her face lit up in relief to hear that."If you just remove your knickers,as you are wearing stockings,that will leave the target area clear so to speak." Her faced suddenly darkened again. She complied with his request,and her hands quickly fell to cover the thick triangular thatch between her legs."Arms by your sides please Amy,and shoulders back,I know its humiliating but you will find as your teaching career progresses,that sometimes humiliation is a great tool of discipline." Amy's eyes started to moisten. Mr Thompson pulled his chair from behind his desk and sit down,he then patted his lap."Right over you go then." Amy approached him with trepidation,her heart was racing and her legs could barely hold her upright,she then laid herself over his knee. What a lovely sight her pale bottom made framed in her black suspenders. He got her into position,then started to spank her lightly,but at a brisk pace. Amy's bottom pinked very quickly. After about 30 or so slaps she started to wriggle on his lap causing him a little discomfort,so he asked her to stand as he didn't want to peak too soon. She then watched him intently as he went to his cupboard and produced a long,thin whippy cane,as she stared at it she bit her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come.

"Are.....are you really going to cane me,Mr Thompson? My bottom's very sore already,couldn't you just leave it at that,Sir?" She quickly covered my modesty with her hands again,then gazed behind her at the door,considering whether or not to grab her skirt and make a run for it.

"Amy,your bottom is not sore,I only spanked you as a favour so that the cane would be landing on a warmed up area,your punishment has not even started yet." This was all too much for Amy and tears were now falling freely from her downcast eyes."You will receive 12 strokes,in 2 groups of 6,if that is not to your liking,you know what your option is. So what is it to be girl?"

Amy rubbed her tender bottom with her hands,and trembled with anticipation and fear as she considered her limited options. Eventually she look over at him,but found it hard to speak."W..w..well, Sir,I um.....I think I'd...better let you cane me."

"I think that's a very wise decision." he said,nodding.

" you want me to do now,Sir?" She sniffled quietly and wiped the tears from her face as she awaited his instructions.

"I want you to turn around and touch your toes please."

Reluctantly Amy bent over with her thighs held tightly together,she reached down and touched her toes,then held her breath and waited. He brought down the first stroke,it felt like white hot fire against her already stinging cheeks and she cried out in pain,but managed to hole her position. Mr Thompson watched the white line appear across her red cheeks,then disappear,and return again as a deeper hued welt. He raised the cane high into the air again,but the second stroke caused her to jump up in pain.
"I'm sorry,Amy but this won't do," he said firmly."you must hold your position,widen the stance of your feet that will help you." He said as he tapped her ankles to make her spread her legs apart."Now if you could hold your ankles please?" She did as ordered and what a view she now afforded him.

With the next searing stroke of the cane she struggled to keep in position and couldn't help leaping up and reaching around to rub her poor bottom,after the next two strokes she turned and gazed pleadingly at him through tear filled eyes."P...p...please,Sir,no more,I can't take any more!"

"Assume the position please,Amy,this is the last stroke of the first set,then you may have a rest." She reluctantly complied and as he laid on the sixth stroke she was crying freely."Right,I want you to go and stand over there facing the corner for ten minutes,hands on your head please and total silence,if you move or talk you'll fine yourself straight back over my knee again,is that understood."

Amy sobbed loudly and nodded,managing to blurt."Yes,Sir." before hobbling over to the corner. Ten minutes seemed like hours and all she could focus on was the searing pain in her bottom,but eventually the time was up and she was called over to the desk.

"Right,Amy,as you'll find it impossible to keep in position,for the final 6 strokes could you lie back on my desk,,grab your knees,and pull them back towards your chest?"

She was clearly shocked at his proposal and struggled to find the words to express it."Oh...oh, can't ask me to do that,Sir,that..that would be too humiliating for me. Surely...isn't there some other way? Please,Mr Thompson,I beg you to have mercy on me!" At this she gave him her most pleading expression,her face was wet with tears and her eyes red and puffy,but this did nothing to soften his resolve.

"No Amy,six more strokes is has to be,otherwise you know too well the other option."

Sobbing uncontrollably she managed to struggle into position,trying not to agitate her sore bottom. She was now shaking with each sob,and could almost feel his eyes boring down on her sex. She felt totally exposed and shamed. He looked down on her coral lips,and noticed they now had a glistening sheen,could it be that she found,at some level,this experience sexually exciting? He thought to himself two more strokes and he would find out. He slashed the cane across her red and purple striped buttocks,she cried out again and more sobbing ensued. The next stroke,he brought down in an arc,but not onto her punished bottom,instead it landed onto the tops of her thighs. She screamed out in pain."Please,no!" He realised his cruelty and gave her a moment to calm and steady herself."Let me know when you're ready." He said softly,suddenly pitying her and seeing her in a different way

She sobbed for a while and took some deep calming breaths."I..I'm ready now,Sir." Amy said quietly,she held the position as best as she could,but suddenly she could feel herself getting aroused as she exposed her sex to his penetrating stare. She eagerly awaited the next stroke,but in truth she longed to feel something other than the cane against her delicate skin.

There was a long pause,but instead of laying the cane against her bottom again Mr Thompson spoke."You know,Amy,seeing you in such a wanton position has brought about feelings in me that I'm not sure I should act upon." He was lying of course,he very much wanted to ct upon it. His right hand traced up her pale bottom cleft,which looked so strange with all the blazing colour around it. Then his middle finger gently pushed at her slick lips,then slid up further until it found her firm little bud."We could always stop this now." He said as his finger circled her firm clitoris."if you know what I mean...I'll be very careful."

Amy's heart skipped a beat as she understood his intentions,she tried not to smile but I couldn't help it as she imagined him inside her."Oh yes,Mr Thompson,I know exactly what you mean,Sir!" She gazed longingly into his eyes and waited for him to make the next move.

He gently pulled her hips towards him,so she was now at the end of the desk,then he quickly dropped his trousers and underwear. He was already fully erect,so he pushed himself into her so that only the head of his penis had entered. Suddenly the pain in Amy's bottom seemed to disappear,she threw her head back and let out a low moan of pleasure as she felt him pushing against her,he felt so hard and powerful that she wanted him to completely lose himself inside her.

"Oh...oh please,Mr Thompson,take me...TAKE ME!"

He thrusted deeper and harder into her,and felt her tighten around his member as she started to reach climax. He struggled as he felt himself about to cum,but he was a man of his word ad withdraw from her just as she peaked. He then hit his climax,spurting a thick warm jet across the bottom of her white blouse and into her pubic hair.

"See,Amy,now do you see the importance of firm discipline?"

Amy had reached a most wonderful climax,she let out a loud groan of delight as wave after wave of orgasm rippled through her."Oh yes,Sir." she murmured "I understand completely now!"


The language student!

A story by Tomas (This story is loosely based on a conversation read on an open forum)

It wasn't that hard a decision really,since the stock market 'Big Bang' of 1986,I had been working as a trader on the stock floors. I always had an eye though to pastures new. I also realised I couldn't continue working at that pace,at twenty five,I felt old,and burnt out by 1989.
So I sat back one evening,and thought about my options. China. The worlds biggest consumer market,and with Hong Kong,and all it's financial trade about to be handed back to the Peoples Republic,it looked like an ideal place to ply my trade. One problem,language,I didn't speak a single word of Chinese. Though I thought,not an insurmountable problem,I have always had an ear for languages.
I also had a tidy sum stashed away,no Porsche,or riverside apartment for me,simple,well in truth cheap living had been my motto,all the time on the floor. Who would know how long the gravy train would run for?
So I looked into things,there were courses available in London,but then I heard of a college in the far-east,that sounded ideal.I won't name names,or places,but many of you will work out where,as it is quite well known. This account deals with some of the lesser known,but often rumoured about,aspects of the education offered.
The prospectus arrived,and it struck me as odd,in oh so many ways. Firstly there was the financial side,as well as the fees,I had to prove that I could support myself for the duration of my two year course(most normal course were nowhere near this long,but I was learning Chinese,and Japanese from scratch.).
The second thing was the visa,or should I say lack of a visa. I would be for two years on a students card,which carried with it,many draconian limitations. No visiting pubs,or nightclubs,which for me would probably be a good thing,three year of excess in The City had left it's mark. Also the college would seem to have an almost intrusive power over your private,non school life.
That brings me to the rules,there was a college dress code,which seemed odd for an adult education establishment.
Males,no hair past collar length,blue short sleeved shirts,cream chinos,and plain black shoes. Earrings a big no-no.
Females,no dyed outrageous hairstyles,white short sleeved blouses,plain dark grey knee length skirts,and black low heeled shoes.
The next part,made me laugh out loud,as it obviously had been a misprint,and should only have been in the affiliated schools prospectus. Students,are subject to corporal punishment for persistent rule breaking,lateness,or lack of attention to work projects.
So without further consideration,I filled out the many forms,and sent them off to enrol,for Chinese,Japanese,and a business law course. The latter as it turned out,would prove to be a course to far,due to my,how should we say,over egging,some of my current abilities.

So having arrived,I was met at the airport,by a car supplied by the school,and driven to the campus for the reception meeting.
At the meeting,the college structure was explained to me,and around forty other students,who mad up the intake. We had been split into groups of ten,in relation to the courses that we were doing,and also our currently held language abilities. Each group was given a "home teacher",more or less the equivalent to a form teacher in an English secondary school. The home teacher,would be your tutor for the most of your course,and also be responsible for your general welfare,and discipline.
Our little groups home teacher was Ms Yan,who at twenty three,was two years my junior,and this was actually her first year as a home teacher. Ms Yan explained to us the college timetable,and briefed us about our accommodation at the halls of residence.
She also went on to remind us about the strictures of our students pass,and that we had to appreciate that we were living in a culture that had many traditions different to our own,but in the time that we would be here,we would be expected to abide by their traditions,and rules. If we did not accept the strictures put upon us we would have our passes rescinded,and deported,with the loss of all college fees.
She said all this though with a happy,and almost carefree manner,as she gave out our college handbooks,so I found none of her introductory speech at all off putting.
We all then left to our dormitories,I have to admit the rooms were much better than I expected,they were actually self contained one bedroom flats,complete with TV and radios,all the books required for our course work were also in our rooms,as were our college uniforms. I don't know about the girls,but we received five shirts,three pairs of trousers,and two pairs of the black shoes. Underwear we had to provide ourselves,bit there was a warning about garish socks,the whole uniform thing had me a bit bemused,but when in Rome.
So after a quick look around my little flat,I sat back with a coffee,and read my handbook.
The first thing I noticed was the rules,there were loads of them,the college were trying to micro-manage your whole life,not just your academic work. Breaking of any of the rules would lead to a demerit. These rules covered,uniform,lateness to classes,late handing in of work,lack of attention,lack of respect to tutors,and also not keeping your flat in a neat and tidy order to minimise the work for the maids.
After acquiring,five or more demerits,your home teacher would see you for proper corrective action. Proper corrective action,that phrase had me scratching my head,the constant repetition of the same offences could-at the home teachers discretion-lead to expulsion from the college,and deportation from the state!
"Tread carefully Paul!"I thought to myself.

So the classes started. At first I felt odd wearing a college uniform at my age,but it did actually make me feel more studious,in an odd way. The make up of our class,was two males,me and a German guy. Eight females,two French,two North Americans,two Austrians,and one Swedish,and one New Zealander.
All the class were much younger than me,and apart from the two French girls,they all kept themselves to themselves,everyone spoke good English,so English became our default language. My classes were,Monday nine till four,Wednesday nine till four,and Friday nine till six. The what looked like free days,were spent studying and doing work assignments,these were two very intense courses. All these classes were taken by Ms. Yan,with the occasional guest speaker. It was for the first two weeks,all very much,all work and no play.
As I said earlier,we all concentrated on our work,the only ones interested in even talking to me after class were the two French girls,both of whom were called Nicole.
Both of them having the same name,led me to calling them "my little pair of Nics" I know,a really lame joke,but it went over everyone's head,so I found it amusing.
Nicole A,as I shall refer to her was from southern France,but wanted to work in the Japanese tourist industry. Nicole B's,parents were in the diplomatic service,so she was the only one of us that didn't stay in the halls of residence,as she lived in the French embassy compound. The three of us struck up a friendship almost immediately.

The Thursday of my first week,I was in the common room reading when Ms.Yan came in looking for me.
"Ah Paul,do you have your College Book with you?"She asked me,the College Book,was a small hard backed note book,given to each of us with the instructions to carry at all times,but not to write in in anyway.We were all puzzled as to it's point.
"Yes Ms.Yan,"I said cheerfully handing it to her."so now we find out what the mystery is?"
She looked at me oddly.
"It's no big mystery,if you read your handbook in full,you will see that it is for writing up demerits."
"Uh?"I grunted in dismay,as I knew I had done nothing wrong.
"We have received a complaint from one of the maids about the state of your rooms,so you will receive one demerit."She said as she quickly filled out my book,in English so I could read it with ease. She handed the book back to me,and said."This is only your first week Paul,try to be more careful. Please."
So already twenty percent on my way,on my way to what though?

I didn't have long to wait to find out exactly what the corrective action was. Nicole B,with not living on campus,seemed to find getting to the morning classes on time a real problem,whether that was through laziness,or bad traffic,I'm not sure,but by the second Friday she had collected the magic five demerits from Ms.Yan.
At the beginning of our last class on the Friday evening,I saw Ms Yan deep in conversation with Nicole,then saw a look of disbelief on Nicole's face. I had to find out what it was all about. As class finished everyone left,I hung back to talk to the two Nicole's,which was normal. What was not normal,was Ms.Yan unlocking the door behind her desk,which I had assumed was a stationary cupboard,and then inviting Nicole B to join her in there.
"What's going on?"I asked Nicole A.
"I don't know,but Nicole is in trouble for being late all the time,and she looks very worried."
Then we heard it,a swishing noise,followed by a cry of pain. It didn't take long for us both to realise what corrective action was. We both stood in silence,and counted out the strokes.
Two.Three.Four.Five.Six.Each stroke,ten or fifteen seconds apart,so with each stroke we thought it would be the last. Then a minute or two after the sixth stroke,we heard the door being unlocked again from the inside. Out stepped a tearful Nicole,clutching at her bottom,so it wasn't a hand caning I thought to myself. Then the thought of the young little French girl bending over for the cane,gave me a guilty erection,whilst we both tried to console our punished friend.
I couldn't get the idea of Ms.Yan caning Nicole out of my head. When we asked Nicole what had happened,all she would say was.
"She hit me with a stick,just for being late!"
The idea of the young teacher taking a cane to Nicole had me fascinated. Ms.Yan,as I have already said,is a couple of years my junior,but that is only half the tale. I stand at six foot two,Ms.Yan would probably only be pushing five feet. Very pretty,but like many oriental girls not looking anywhere near her age. She would be pushed to get served a drink in a bar in Britain,even in Newcastle,or Cardiff. Though that would not bother her,as she had,well still has even,an abhorrence of alcohol. Her eyes unsurprisingly are brown,but a dark brown,like that of the chocolate,on chocolate brazils,brown with a translucent shine. When she gets impassioned about a subject,she goes wide eyed,the black centres growing,and looking like wet tar pools,truly eyes to die for.
The image of her wide eyed,caning Nicole's bottom pervaded on me for days.

As I have said,under our pass conditions,bars were out of bounds to us,and no alcohol was allowed on campus. We could however,visit restaurants,and have wine with our meals,but getting blitzed was not really feasible. Least ways not till Nicole B,invited Nicole A,and I to a party at the French embassy. I went over the top on free wine,and beer,to the point I don't remember getting the taxi back to campus.
I either forgot to set my alarm,or I just switched it of in a hung-over daze. Either way,I slept in. In my vain rush to get to my class in time,I skipped shaving,but was still ten minutes late.
As the first morning class finished,and we were clearing our books away,Ms.Yan said to me.
"Paul can I have your notebook please,"My heart sank as I handed it to her,week three,and another demerit I thought to myself."being late is a demerit."She said filling in the entry.
I don't know if she smelled my breath or not,but her face suddenly changed.
"Also there is a demerit,for slovenly appearance,get shaved every morning,before you come to my class."She said brusquely handing my book back to me.
Three down two to go,I thought to myself,and gave a heavy sigh as I packed my books away.

Then in week four it really started to wrong for me.
The original form that we had to fill out,had a question about current language ability,I filled in-fluent in Spanish-,a big mistake.
The business law course that I had signed up for,started on the Tuesday of week four. There had been little uptake in it,and what uptake there had been,had all been from South,and Central American students,so it was deemed that the default language for their course would be Spanish.
The tutor was,a Ms.Moore,an Australian with a Spanish mother so it was no problem for her to conduct the course in Spanish. It was however,a huge problem for me.
Half an hour into the first session,and I was lost. To make matters worse her attitude was.
"Find someway to deal with it,I'm not teaching the class twice just because you lied on your form. Also tell your home teacher I need to speak to her."

So on the Wednesday morning,Ms.Yan asked for my notebook again.
"I'm afraid you have earned two demerits from Ms.Moore,"She said filling in my book."one for inattention in class,and one for giving her incorrect information about your level of Spanish. I'm sorry Paul,but I will have to cane you after the last class today,as that is five demerits."

The day dragged,the idea of this young girl caning me was on my mind all day.
Then the hour was here,I hung back,packing away my books,as oddly did Nicole B.
Ms.Yan unlocked the door to the back room,and said.
"Paul,Nicole this way please."

As we both rather red-faced,entered. I was surprised at the size of the room,it was about half the size of the classroom,to the left was a small writing desk with a large A4 diary on it. Next to the desk was a large almost wardrobe like cupboard,and at the back wall was an old fashioned wooden school desk,angled higher at the back than the front,with the back facing into the room.
Ms.Yan locked the door,and motioned us both over to the writing desk,handing Nicole a pen she said.
"Please read this,and sign it,then if Paul could do the same,we can make a start."
I watched as Nicole signed the book with shaking fingers,then handed me the pen.
I read the page,only our names were on it,both lines read-accumulated demerits six strokes of the cane to the clothed bottom-,so now we knew what was coming to us.
"Paul,could you turn around and face the wall while I deal with Nicole please."Ms.Yan said,matter of factly,as if she was asking me the time of day.
I turn around,a gamut of mixed emotions,dread,and a strange excitement,in equal amounts.

"OK,Nicole please make yourself comfortable over the desk,like the last time."As Ms.Yan says this,I hear her open the cupboard,then I hear the rattle of the cane against the cupboard door.
"Are you ready,Nicole?"
"I'm sorry,miss...please."
"I'm sorry to. I get no pleasure from this."She replied,though her voice lacked any emotion,she could just as easy have been dictating our work assignment.
Then I heard the swish of the cane,followed by a gasp from Nicole,followed seconds later by a gentle sob.
One. I counted out in silence in my head.
After about another ten seconds,I hear another swish,followed by a shout of pain.
"Please,Nicole,back over the desk please,bottom right up."
"B..b..but it's the traffic,miss!"
"Well surely it would be better to leave the embassy earlier,and risk being half an hour early some days than go through this every two weeks."
Another swish,another shout.
"That's much better,Nicole,we are half way there."
"Y..yes miss." my friend sobbed.
Another swish. Nicole is crying in full force.
The penultimate swish,brings forth another cry of pain.
"We are nearly there."Ms.Yan says in the same flat voice.
Another swish,this time a sigh of relief.
"OK,Nicole,you and Paul can now trade places."

As I turned,the first thing I noticed was the cupboard,with the doors open I could see a selection of canes,and also what appeared to be leather straps not unlike dog collars. The second thing that caught my eye was Ms.Yan,handing Nicole a box of paper tissues.
As we swapped over places,Nicole gave me a look that was either pity,or regret.
"Paul,bend across the desk please,no over the higher end,bottom right up for me please." Ms.Yan said in her detached manner,she might as well have been reading out the morning register,for all the emotion she was showing. Feeling foolish at being given such instructions by a girl who looked like she should be still at school herself,I complied.
"Six strokes,Paul,hold the table tight to stay in position,if you keep jumping up,you may be awarded extra strokes."
"Yes,miss."I replied,and waited.
I did not have to wait long,as I felt the initial impact across my bottom. The sharp pain was replaced by a burning sensation that spread out from the impact area. I gritted my teeth,not wanting to show myself up.
After about ten seconds or so the second swipe landed,this time higher up,still I did not shout out. The third and fourth both raised a grunt from me,and my eyes were starting to water,not tears,more like when you walk into a stinging cold wind.
My bottom felt like it was aflame,still two more to go.
The fifth,caught me by surprise,and I shouted out in pain,it landed in the crease top of my thighs,and the base of my bottom,but I still held on.
"Good you are doing well,Paul,one more to go."
The sixth,cut across my bottom at an angle,a method I was soon to learn was called gating. This stroke overlapped the first four strokes,and hurt all the worse for that.
And that was that,my first college caning.

"All right,Paul,Nicole,you can both go now."Ms.Yan said unlocking the door.
As we emerged back into the classroom to collect our books,I put my arm around Nicole,and pulled her close to me,and kissed the top of her head. It was not a sexual gesture,just a friendly consolement,though I was indeed worked up,but the target of my ardour was the enigmatic Ms.Yan.
As we walked down the corridor towards the exit of the college,Nicole complained of how cruel Ms.Yan was,I found myself sticking up for her,and saying she was only doing her job.

Getting back to my rooms,I followed the age old tradition,of going to the bathroom,and pulling down my chinos,and underwear to check out my battle scars in the mirror.
Three faintish red lines,one purple,running parallel,and a purple diagonal line,the one at the top of my thighs was a faint pink,even though it hurt the second most.
Then I thought back to what was written in the punishment book,'clothed'.The thought of the unclothed option,reinforced my excitement,I grabbed some toilet paper,and made my way to my bed.

For all the pent up sexual tension I felt at hearing Nicole's caning,and receiving mine,it was not something that I wanted to repeat in a hurry. So I kept my head down.
My only problem was Ms.Moore,her class was turning into a living nightmare for me.
I was having to record the class on a dicta phone,and then translate to English,as I couldn't keep up otherwise. This meant my Spanish was improving greatly,but I didn't come here to learn Spanish!
On the face of it Spanish should be an easy language,as compared to English it has fewer words. The trouble is,it is a contextual language full of nuances. For example,one word may carry many meanings,and you have to follow the context. For example "tapa" can be a hat,a cover,an oil cap on a car,or even a small meal. It is this problem that would be my next undoing.

Ms.Pilar Moore,my other tutor,was a girl of many parts. At first I thought wrongly that she had something personal against me,but I was wrong. It's just how she is. In class austere distant,and professional. Outside of class,friendly,outgoing,flirtatious,and in comparison to Ms.Yan,available.
She looked like the stereotypical Ozzie girl,tall,blonde,and tanned,really into sports. You could nearly always find her in the campus sports centre,either in the gym,or on the squash courts.
One night chatting to her,I happened to mention my course work problems,and she told me she couldn't help me,as it would look like extra tuition,and not be fair on the other students.
Laughingly she said it would all help my tourist Spanish,I could see what she meant,but it wasn't the result I was looking for.
Because of all the translating I was having to do,I could feel myself slipping behind in all three courses. So I started to prioritise,the Chinese,and the Japanese,over the business course. This led to a couple of mistakes,but Ms.Moore seemed to be giving me some leeway. As I said seemed to.

One sunday afternoon,I was in the gym with the two Nic's,when we bumped into Ms.Moore. She suggested that we all go for coffee after our workouts. As we sat down in the canteen,she was as we say in the north of England,'in the chair' she dominated the conversation in an entertaining,and fun way. She told us all about living and working in Oz,and about how she came to the college,then she said something odd.
"My fave perk here,is punishing naughty bottoms. I love it!"
Nicole B,and I both looked at each other,as if to say,glad she isn't our home teacher. Then she continued.
"While we are on the subject,let's see your College Books,so I can see what the scores are."
The girls fished into their sports bags for the little notebooks,I pulled mine out from my pocket and handed it to her. Looking first at mine she said.
"Ah,who's been a good boy after a session with Ms.Yan,one down,and no fresh demerits,very good. Next it was Nicole B's. "Deary me,two sessions,and on three demerits."
She then,tapped Nicole on the head in a playful way with the notebook,saying.
"Get up in the morning,Ms.Yan has better things to do you know."
Nicole blushed like a Belisha Beacon,and giggled putting the book back in her bag,"girly crush" I thought to myself. Next was Nicole A's book.
"Very good Nicole,only two demerits!"
Then we all said our goodbyes,and headed off to our rooms.

The following tuesday's class was same as normal,me taping the class,and trying to understand what I could,and me handing in my sub-standard homework. At the end of the class Ms.Moore said.
"Paul,can you tell Ms.Yan I would like to see her ASAP."
Ah well,I knew I couldn't go forever without a demerit from her,I'd had a good run with shoddy work.

Early on the thursday morning there was a knock at my door. I was more than surprised to see Ms.Yan standing in the corridor,I asked her in,but she said.
"No Paul that will not look right,I have come here for your College Book,and to tell you Ms.Moore needs to see you at four o'clock for a caning."
"What?,Ms.Moore!"I said almost stunned.
"Yes she has five demerits for you,going back over a couple of weeks. All dated. She said she didn't see the point in putting them in one at a time. So she waited till she had five. As all of them relate to her class,she would prefer to as she said,give you the personal touch."
She could see the look on my face,as she filled out the notebook.
"It's within her rights,unusual for most tutors,but not her. As your home teacher,I will witness the punishment."
Then she handed the book back to me,and left,leaving me dumbfounded standing in my doorway.

The conniving bitch! I thought to myself,was that why she wanted to see our College Books?
It made no difference to the two Nics,as she wasn't their tutor for any classes,or maybe I'm just being paranoid?

What to wear? It's not a class day for me,so maybe I could get away with some thick jeans? I'd seen her in the gym,and on the squash court,she is definitely stronger than Ms.Yan.
Then again she might look upon any deviating from the uniform as another demerit. I decided to play it safe,and go for a clean uniform.
The afternoon seemed interminable,I couldn't concentrate on any work,with the imminent caning hanging over me. Finally three forty five arrived,and I made my way down to the classroom.
Entering the classroom,I saw Ms.Yan standing looking out of the window,towards the playing fields,I also noticed the door to the punishment room was already open.
"Hi,Paul," Ms.Yan said,as she turned to face me."we may as well go straight through,and get this over with."
I seemed to sense a weariness in Ms.Yan,that she would rather not be here.

As we both entered the room,there was Ms.Moore,and two girls already in there. I didn't recognise either girls,so assumed that they were part of Ms.Moore's home class.
"Hello Paul,Ms.Yan,"Ms.Moore greeted the two of us."if you could read,and sign your entry in the book,we can begin."
As I made my way to the book,it gave me the chance to check out the two girls. Both around the eighteen/nineteen mark. The taller of the two girls,was wearing as myself the full college uniform,the shorter girl was wearing,black slacks,and a green blouse.
I looked at the book,and realised that Ms.Moores home class default language was English.
My line read-accumulated demerits five strokes of the cane,clothed bottom.
Well at least it was one less than the last time. I quickly checked out the other lines,one was the same as mine,the other was the same,with one extra stroke for inappropriate clothing. Good choice Paul,I thought to myself.

"OK,today I think we will be ladies first,Marie please take position."
The taller girl stepped forward at Ms.Moores instruction.
I turned,and was about to close the still open door over,when Ms.Moore said.
"No,Paul,leave the door open,and let some air in,also turn around,I believe that it is a more effective punishment if you see what is coming."
I turned,a mixture of surprise,and the same odd excitement from the last time,only amplified. I glanced over at Ms.Yan,and could see she was less than happy with the situation that was unfolding.
Then to my utter surprise,the tall girl reached her hands to the hem of her skirt,and pulled it up clear of her pale blue knickers before bending across the desk.
The look of shock on my face must have been noticeable,as Ms.Moore said.
"Ah,Paul this is your first visit to me,I'm a great believer in equality of the sexes,"
SWISH the cane fell across her knickered behind.
"I've never thought it fair,that the girls only wear a thin skirt."
SWISH the cane comes down again,followed by a cry of pain.
"The boys here,all wear thick chinos,so at least doing the punishment over the underwear,"
SWISH,now the girl is in tears.
"levels the playing field a little."
My eyes are glued to the swaying bottom in front of me. I can make out the tramlines now, starting to appear on the bare flesh where her knickers have ridden up her bottom. Though I feel empathy with the girl,I can't help but be turned on by the sights,and sounds in the room.
SWISH,another cry of pain,as I thought,Ms.Moores caning is much more ferocious then Ms.Yan's. The relief at one less stroke has now been negated by her strength,and of course the lack of protection given by my trousers. That was to worry about later,for now I just wanted to enjoy the proceedings.
SWISH,more sobbing this time of relief,her ordeal was over.
"Very good,Marie,you took that well," Ms.Moore said to the girl,as she tucked her skirt into it's waistband,to stop it falling as she stood up. She then gave the girl a box of tissues,so she could blow her nose and dry her tears."If you could now trade places with Anna."

This was so,so different from my first caning. While Ms.Yan caned the girl,and I could only hear what was going on,I found myself getting sexually aroused. This situation,was as if Ms.Moore was trying to inject sexual tension into the room. The open door,so anyone could just walk in. Caning the girl on her knickers,then having her stand there,skirt tucked up,hands on head still crying. Though I felt sorry for the quiet Marie (who had not spoken a single word since I had came into the room.),I was turned on by her distress,and looking forward to witnessing Anna's punishment.

"Right,Anna,six for you,tut tut,you should have worn the uniform." Ms.Moore said flexing her bamboo rod.
"I..I just thought...." Said the girl,as she undid her trousers.
"Don't think,Anna,just obey the rules,and please hurry up. I have things to do tonight."

As Anna lowered her trousers to her knees,her tight white Sloggi knickers came into view,a cut that I think is now called boyshorts. She bent herself over the little desk,and gripped hard at the sides,her knuckles whitening,and her knees shaking.
Ms.Moore put the cane under her arm,and leant forward,grabbing the waist band of Anna's knickers.
She is going to cane her bare. I thought to myself,my cock now throbbing in my pants,I gulped hard. Waiting.
"Just going to check you haven't layered up." said Ms.Moore,as she peeled the white cotton back,giving me a brief glimpse of Anna's alabaster buttocks."you wouldn't be the first girl to try and trick me like that."
Then turning,and looking at me archly,she added.
"Or boy for that matter."

Satisfied that Anna was only wearing one pair of knickers,Ms.Moore took a step back her cane in hand.
"First of six." She said,with a almost cheery voice.
Swish,the cane came down on Anna's bottom,eliciting a almost muffled cry from her.
Swish,it fell again,another muffled cry. She was taking this well,I could see by the look on Ms.Moores face,she was expecting more of a reaction.
Swish,this time the cane hit low across her bottom,the area where thighs and buttocks meet. Now she cried out in pain.
"Ahh that one caught you by surprise did it."
Swish. Swish,two in rapid succession,she had broke her,Anna was holding onto the desk in floods of tears.
"I'll let those last two sink in. You should be thinking to yourself,that if you'd worn your uniform today,like you should have,it would all be over now,instead,"
Swish,the final cut landed,diagonal across both buttocks,crossing over the previous cuts.
In my minds eye,I could see how the pattern would look.
"of having to get that last one. Now stand up,and swop places with Paul."

As Anna stood,and turned around,it sank in that it was my turn now. As the young American hobbled towards me,rubbing frantically at her bottom,causing the material of her already tight knickers to pull back,giving me a perfect camel toe view of her sex.
As I moved forward towards the desk,shaking fingers working at the button fly of my chinos,I knew that once I lowered my trousers,my erection would be obvious to Ms.Moore standing in front of me.
I finally undid all the buttons,and let the trousers fall to my knees. Ms.Moore looked at me archly,her eyes centring first on my crotch-my cock straining at the confines of my boxer shorts-then staring straight into my eyes.
"Right,Paul,bend over the desk please," She said,walking behind me,the cane rested in her left armpit."as I said before to Anna,you wouldn't be the first little boy to come in here with extra layers."
I felt her fingers at the elastic waistband of my boxers,as she peeled them down at the back.

"Ah,good boy! No extra little pants." She said releasing the material,and giving my bottom a little pat with her hand.
"Now as you know I'm in a bit of a hurry,so this will be a quick caning,so you better hold on tight."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the first stroke came crashing down.
The pain was awful,it streaked across me like a branding iron,all the time spent on the squash courts,and in the gym had paid off for her.
I gripped harder at the corners of the desk,aware that my bottom was high in the air, waiting for another five blistering strokes,from my so-called friend.
They all followed in quick succession,but the fact she was caning me quickly,didn't mean any lack of power,each slashing stroke landed with the same almost mechanical force.
Before the final stroke,I heard her heels click on the wooden floor,as she moved to the other side of me,then the stoke fell,diagonal like the previous one,over lapping her meticulous work.
I could feel my eyes misting over,as liquid started to blur my vision,I gritted my teeth,so as not to call out in pain.

"Right,Paul,up you get," She said after the final stroke."you can join the girls,hands on your head."
I slowly raised myself from the desk,aware that my still hard cock,was now leaking copious amounts of pre-ejaculate,I dare not look down to see if the staining showed on my light blue boxers. I made my way back to the side of the two punished girls,shame faced by both my punishment,and my obvious arousal.

"Ms.Moore,can we go now?" Asked Ms.Yan,standing arms folded tight,and looking very annoyed.
"Of course,Ms.Yan,all I have to do is a little paperwork,so I'm letting these little miscreants stand for a couple of minutes,to fully appreciate their punishment. You can go though." Ms.Moore replied dismissively.
Ms.Yan shook her head and stormed out of the room.

After what seemed like an age,Ms.Moore put her pen down,and said.
"Right boys,and girls you can adjust your clothing,and be on your way. Paul I'll see you later don't forget."
I had forgotten,that's why she was in a hurry. Her and Nicole B,were playing squash tonight,and we were all meeting up for coffee later. Some night this is going to be I thought to myself.

Getting back to my room,I followed the time-honoured tradition,and checked myself in the mirror.
Three already purple parallel stripes,overlapped by two diagonal stripes forming an X.
Wincing at the sight I shook my head,then prepared for what was sure to be,a very awkward night.

As it happened,the night was like any other one. As per normal Pilar,was doing most of the talking,in her funny,and entertaining way. For once there was no mention of naughty bottoms needing to be punished,she spoke mainly about Australia,and her journey out here.
At the end of the night,she gave both Nicole's the standard air kiss on each cheek to say goodbye.
Then to my surprise,she gave me a kiss on the lips.
"Thats the one I owe you."She whispered.

X=Kiss,I finally realised.

The next few days were a confused blur,every waking moment seemed to centre on thinking about Pilar Moore. Even the night time was no different,I would dream a mad jumble of images. Her spanking me,me spanking her,Ms.Yan caning both of us. The most vivid,and recurring scene,was Pilar bent over the punishment desk,her bronzed naked bottom raised up to me,Ms.Yan standing,stony faced,arms folded,watching,as I go to enter Ms.Moores hot slick sex,then waking with a start,just as my cock is about to break through her sexual folds.

Then to compound matters,the air-con in the halls of residence goes off. Even with the window open,my room is like a hotbox, lying on top of the bed,naked in a sweaty heap,sleep almost impossible.
Then when I do finally get to sleep,my light dozing is haunted by images of corporal punishment,and frustrated sex.
By the third air-con free night,I have had enough,I decide to go into town for a walk.
Calling in at an air-conditioned Starbucks,I bump into a tourist couple from the U.S.
We start chatting,and they suggest going to a club for a couple of drinks. What am I to do?
Say no I can't,because I'm basically treat like a school kid?
Or risk it?
I could do with a couple of cold ones,so I agree.

We sit and chat over a couple of beers,then they say that they have to go back to their hotel,we say our goodbyes,swop e-mails,and promise to keep in touch.
Time for another beer,I think to myself,and call the waiter over.
He looks at me oddly,but takes my order,two minutes later the drink arrives,four minutes later the police arrive,ten minutes later I'm sitting handcuffed in the police station for breaking the conditions of my pass.

As I sit wondering what will happen next,the door opens,and Ms.Yan storms into the room,in a long red silky dress,her face like thunder.
She glares at me,and shakes her head.
She then has a very animated conversation with one of the arresting officers,she looks to be pleading my cause,after a couple of minutes,he nods,and comes over to me and releases the cuffs.

"Come on,Paul,the car is outside." Ms.Yan says walking towards the door,I follow her like a little puppy.
We both get into the car,and she starts punching at the steering wheel,shouting words I haven't yet learned,but can guess their meaning.
She turns to me,eyes wide and coaly black.
"You have no idea the trouble you are in," I make to speak,but she cuts me off."shut up and listen. As luck would have it,my cousin's friend was one of the policemen that caught you,so on the strength of me going out to dinner with him next week he is willing to turn a blind eye. I had to promise him that I would make sure this will not happen again,rest assured I'm going to do that. You have a choice,take my punishment,or leave tomorrow. You have till we get back to the college to decide."

Ah well,I thought to myself,another caning,It won't be that bad.

"I'll take your punishment."I tell her.

As we arrive at the college,instead of going to the halls of residence we pull up outside the admin block. Ms.Yan goes in,and speaks to the security guard,then comes back out and waves me over. We head down towards the classroom,I thought she would wait till tomorrow,but obviously she had other plans.
As we get into the room she opens the punishment log,and says.
"I can only give a maximum of fifteen strokes for one offence,so we will start with this."
She hands me the log to sign.

Drinking alcohol in public,thereby breaking the terms of his pass. 15 strokes of the cane,bare bottom.

With shaking fingers I sign the book,fifteen strokes!
Ms.Yan takes the book from me,turns over the page and starts writing again.
"Hurry up,trousers,and underwear off completely," She almost snarls at me,my hands hover at the waist of my trousers."hurry up,I said,it's quarter to twelve already."

I kick of my slip on loafers,and quickly strip of my trousers,and underpants.
I feel foolish standing there,my hands over my genitals,naked from the waist down,apart from my Simpson's cartoon socks.
"Here sign this." She said pointing at the book.
I move forward and read.

Shaming the name of the college,15 strokes,bare bottom.

The date was for the following day,the following day was less than fifteen minutes away.
Thirty strokes,in basically one go,that was what she had in store for me.
As I sign the book my cock is almost resting on the writing desk,but she is taking no notice of that,she is more interested in selecting a cane from her cupboard.
I notice for the first time,that the canes are not all the same,the one she has chosen this time,is smoother,thinner,and lighter in colour. Her fingers dally at the dog lead like straps.
"Will you need to be strapped down?" She asks,I shake my head vigorously."are you sure,if you stand up during the punishment,I will give you extra strokes. If you put your hands back to protect yourself,I will cane your hands. OK?"
I nod silently.
"Over you go then,grip tight."

The first stroke,destroyed the notion I had that this cane would be easier because of its thinness. It was actually much worse,it was faster,and more whip like. It felt like it was actually cutting my skin. Fourteen more to go!
She caned me,with her normal rate off one stroke every ten or fifteen seconds.
Though tonight,she was talking all the time. Berating me,for how I had let the college,and her down. I realised that it was the loss of face for her that had hurt the most. Having to go cap in hand and plead for me. To those at the police station,she had failed in keeping her charges in order. I had,not deliberately made her look foolish,and now I was going to pay for it.
By the seventh stroke,I gave up trying to keep count,I just concentrated on gripping the sides of desk,and not letting her down further.

"Paul stand up please," She finally said,marking the halfway point of my ordeal."and face the wall,hands on the top of your head."
I rose slowly,my bottom in agony,as I walked to the wall,the tops of my thighs stung with each step,a couple of strokes had veered off target,hitting the backs of my thighs. Deliberate,or accidental? I still don't know.
"Wait there,don't move,and don't rub your bottom,I will be back in a couple of minutes."
She said leaving the room.

As I stood there shaking,I felt a wave rush over me,I wanted to cry. Not because of the pain,that had already made my eyes water. I wanted to cry,to sob,because I had let her down so badly.
Ms Yan came back into the room,and said.
"Here Paul,drink this."
As she handed me a cup of ice cold water. I burst into tears.

Ms.Yan handed me a box of paper hankies,saying.
"It's all right,Paul,I know how much it hurts."
Her tone was that of a person,who was not a stranger to the canes kiss.
I struggled to try and tell her that it wasn't the pain,but deep regret at letting her down.
Deep regret that I had angered her so much,that she felt the need for such punishment.
A smile quickly flicked across her face,only to be replaced by a frown.

"You know I have to give you the rest of the punishment? I promised at the police station. I cannot go back on my word." She asked,looking deep into my eyes.
"Yes I know." I replied,heading towards the desk,each step causing massive discomfort. You don't realise how much your buttocks are involved in almost every movement that your body makes,until a moment like this.

I bend forward slowly,and I notice Ms.Yan searching in a drawer in her writing desk.
She comes to me with a linen hankie folded into a tight wad,and places it in my mouth.
"Bite on this,it will help."

She takes up her place behind me,cane in hand,but this time to my right.

The caning begins,just as the air conditioning whirs into life,the cause of my dilemma,I close my eyes at the irony of it,and bite down hard on the linen bullet.

This time there is no berating,the room is in silence apart from.


Till the ninth stroke,which must have landed over another weal,this caused me to shout out,and almost stand,but I manage to hold on through the next six strokes.

Finally she asks me to stand,and get dressed.
I grab my underpants,and stuff them into a trouser pocket,not being able to even think about dragging the tight elastic over my wealed bottom. Gingerly I pull on my trousers,wincing at every movement,crouching down to put on my loafers was agony.
Then standing,in the great British tradition,I thanked her for my caning,and hobbled back to my room.

As per normal I checked myself in my bathroom mirror. This time not driven by erotic curiosity,I just needed to see how badly broken the skin was.
To my surprise,she had not broken the skin,my arse was a jumble of criss-crossing red,and purple welts.
Apart from two little crescent marks on my right cheek,no doubt caused by the cane tip.
My skin was intact,in massive pain,but intact.

I lay down on my bed,naked,and face down,and tried to get some sleep,listening to the air conditioning's mocking whirr.

The next morning,I awoke early,and made my way to the bathroom. Walking was a lot easier than I thought it would be,not like last night/this morning,when I had to hobble back from the classroom.
I checked myself in the mirror,apart from five purple welts,one of which was almost twice the thickness of the others,(I took that to have been the twenty fourth stroke.) the rest of the strokes were just light red lines now. Of course the two crescent cane tip cuts were still evident,but all in all,it didn't look as bad as I had expected.
I got dressed and made my way to class,I certainly did not want to collect any more demerits for a good while.

As I carefully took my seat,the other students were filing in,closely followed by Ms.Yan.
She put her large shoulder bag on the desk,and started rummaging,then pulled out a small plastic bag,and said.
"Paul,I need to see you in the other office."
She turned and opened the door,my face was burning,aware of the whole class staring at me as I followed her into the punishment room. What now? I thought to myself.
She closed,and locked the door behind me,then pulled a white jar from the bag.

"Please lower your trousers,and underwear again for me." She said flatly.
"Wha..?"I stumbled out.
"It's all right,I'm not going to punish you," She said smiling at me."I think I was maybe to harsh last night,and I know this cream helps. It is a cooling herbal mixture."
My fingers shaking again,this time with a strange excitement,I unfastened my chinos,and lowered both them,and my boxers in one movement. Without telling I bent myself over the punishment desk,feeling my cock hardening in the cool air.

"Yes I was too harsh,I'm sorry,I should not loose my temper like that," She said,applying the cold oil to my bottom,her finger tracing the length of the large welt,making me wince slightly."too harsh,way too harsh."
Her gentle soothing voice was making me more,and more excited.
"Ah two little half moon shaped,how would you say....war wounds?"
I nodded,and grunted in agreement.
"Still that should help."She said giving by bottom a little tap,to tell me she had finished.

As I stood,my erection was obvious,before I had a chance to hide it,she pushed my hands away to the side.
Smiling,and shaking her head in mock disapproval,she moved towards me,and grabbed the rampant shaft of my cock,and gave it three or four little tugs.
"I think I should maybe excuse you from class today," She said,an impish look on her face."so you can deal with this bad swelling. A good idea yes?"
"Yes please,miss." I replied,like the little schoolboy I was reverting back to.

As Ms.Yan,told the class that I was not very well,I collected my books from my desk,and left for my room,my cock straining against the front of my chinos. Walking back to my room was again a hobble,but for oh so different reasons.

After my thrashing,and the cream application the following day,for some reason my dreams stopped,and normal sleep patterns were returned.
Did the caning have some cathartic effect?
I couldn't say,but I did feel better about myself.
The next two weeks went without incident,I tried to make sure of that,but then events beyond my control took over.

Ms.Moore came into class,and announced we were going to have a little "pop test",as she put it,to see how we were all coping with the course.
Twenty questions,and half an hour to do them in.
Twenty questions,with no prep,one girl took out a reference book,and we were told to clear our desks of notebooks,and text books. This was a memory test,all but two of us failed miserably.

Ms.Moore didn't seem too surprised,and started having a light hearted moan about her wasting her time. Light hearted till one girl raised her hand,and said it wasn't our fault,as we had been given no time to revise,I put my head in my hands,waiting for the volcano to erupt.
Erupt it did.
Ms.Moore went from friendly Ozzie,to raving Latina,in a blink of an eye.
The words were coming out too quick,for me to understand all of them,but I got the gist of it.
On saturday morning,we all had to come in for a forty question test,covering all that we were supposed to have learnt.
The pass mark would be eighty percent,anyone falling below that mark,would receive six strokes of the cane,anyone falling below sixty percent would receive eight strokes of the cane.
Silence fell across the class,the rest of the day you could feel the nervousness in the air,as all we wanted to do was get back to our rooms to hit the books,and in my case the tapes as well.

Saturday morning came around too quick for me,I knew I was totally ill prepared for a test,and made my way glumly to the classroom.
I was one of the first to arrive,no one made the mistake of coming along in casual clothing,we were all decked out in our full uniforms. Word spreads quickly,I thought to myself.
Ms.Moore,and Ms.Yan both entered the room.
"Ms.Yan has kindly offered to help with the test marking," Ms.Moore said,whether this was to make me more,or less confident I don't know."the test is twenty simple,one word answers,and twenty that require more information. Ms.Yan will mark the first sheet,and I will assess the second longer answers. You have thirty minutes to complete the test,it should take much less."
She then handed out the sheets of doom.

I was a fish out of water,the questions were all in Spanish,so I had to translate before answering,and that ate up all my time. Thirty minutes came and went,and I had only answered thirty four questions,and I wasn't overly confident about them. So bringing Ms.Yan along would turn out handy for Ms.Moore.
I watched Ms.Moore closely,she seemed happy with the results,as she was doing her marking,whether that was a good thing or a bad thing you could never know with her.

She stood,and cleared her throat.
"That was much better than I had expected," She said."I will only have to keep three of you a little longer." She opened the punishment room door,and returned with her log in hand,and started to fill it in.
After what seemed like an age she finally spoke.
"Eva,six strokes,Maria Duarte,six strokes. Paul you barely managed fifty eight percent,eight strokes,please come and sign by your names,and we can get it over with."
The three of us trooped to her desk,and quickly signed our names,then followed her into the room,she pointed for us to line up by the still open door.
"Right ladies,and gentleman,please prepare yourselves."

As the girls pulled up their skirts,and tucked them into the waistbands,and I lowered my chinos,the three of us were well aware that the rest of the class could see us,as they slowly left the classroom.
"Today," Ms.Moore said."I think it will be boys first," I made my way towards the desk.
Then she spoke again,this time in English.
"Paul,I said for you to prepare yourself. Did you not read what you signed for?"
I looked at her in confusion.
"Trasero desnudar,bare bottom for you,I've heard it works best,cane on flesh in your case."
My head spun to look at Ms.Yan,she shrugged her shoulders,as if to say, "what can I do?"

I would be lying,if I didn't say that I felt a burning resentment for Ms.Yan,as I thumbed down my underpants,feeling the eight eyes burning into me. The truth of the matter was,that all tutors had access to the punishment logs,where there was an overlap of students,Ms.Moore took a particular interest in her students,where punishments were concerned.
I quickly placed myself over the desk,in an attempt to hide my genitals from the two tutors.

"Mira chicas," She said then continued in Spanish "You are about to see the effect of the cane on a naughty bottom. This bottom is very naughty indeed,as you can see the marks still here from a punishment almost three weeks ago."
I could feel the cane on me,as she pointed out the now fading marks.
"It is rare for a student to receive...."
Then I felt the cane slash across me without warning,taking my breath away in shock.
"such a harsh punishment. See how the cane leaves a white mark on his pale pink buttocks,now watch as it disappears. Keep watching,see it is coming back,dark pink,now.."
Again she catches me mid sentence,and I grunt out loud in pain.
"red. Watch as this line follows the same way,disappears,then flowers again,like a ....."
The cane slices at me for the third time,and I jerk upwards in shock and pain.
"rose. Now if Paul had finished his test,he may well have been half way through his punishment,but he only...."
For the fourth time she slashes at me,this time a diagonal stroke,as I wince in pain I think to myself,half a kiss.
"got part of it done. So now he is halfway."
I hear her move behind me,then feel the cane moving down the length of by bottom crack,
the tip gently nudges at my balls. Then I hear her move to the other side of me.
"For the sake of aesthetics,I shall continue the caning from this side,so as to..."
Again another slash,this time I'm gripping tight,but it still comes without warning.
"leave a nice..."
Another one,another bolt from the blue.
"even pattern."
Then two in quick succession,the second one diagonal,another kiss she owes me.

"OK,Paul," She says,returning to English."you can get up,swop with Eva,pants and trousers down though,and hands on your head. You know the drill,"
As I stood,and turned to her I could see a slight smile move across her face,then our eyes locked,and she made a pantomime look with her eyes down to my engorged semi-erect penis.
"I want you standing nice and straight."

As I stood there hands on my head,my eyes glued to Eva's bottom,as she made her way forward,her small mint green knickers riding up her rounded buttocks with each step.
Eva,was the ideal Latina figure,slim waist,wide hipped,with large rounded orb like buttocks.
As I watched on in a trance like state,Ms.Yan's voice brought me back to reality.
"Ms.Moore,I take it,I am no longer needed here?"
All heads turned to face Ms.Yan,standing stony faced,obviously annoyed at how Ms.Moore tried to turn every punishment session into some kind of dark cabaret.
"Yes thank you Ms.Yan,"Replied Ms.Moore" I can take it all from here. Both myself,and my students,are appreciative of your contribution today."

Ms.Yan left the room,glancing at my now full erection,and shaking her head in disgust,at the pantomime being acted out.
Eva bent over the desk,her knickers riding up a little higher,no need to check for extra layers,as the way her underwear had risen,this would be bare bottom in all but name.
"Now Eva,I don't have time...."
Swish the cane fell upon her.
"to hang about in..."
Swish again.
"here for..."
Swish again,this time Eva calls out in pain and jumps up,from the desk,clutching at her bottom.
"long. Eva get back into position,jump up like that again with your hands in the way,and I will cane your hands,and repeat the stroke. Understand?"

The poor tearful girl nodded,and draped herself back over the desk,gripping hard at the sides of the desk.
The final three strokes landed,in very quick succession,but as always speed did not detract from Ms.Moores power,on the final stroke Eva let out an.
Of pain,but made no attempt to rise up from the desk,she just lay there sobbing,awaiting instruction from her tormentor.

Ms.Moore put down the cane onto the writing desk,and handed Eva a box of tissues to wipe her eyes.
Picking up the cane again,she instructed the two girls to swap places.
As Eva moved to my side,I was aware of the looks both girls were giving to my current state of obvious excitement,Ms.Moore on the other hand wasn't even giving me a second glance.

Like Eva before her,it was clear that Maria hadn't tried to layer up on underwear. Maria had opted for lacy white knickers,her thick pubic bush clear to see under the thin material.
She wasted no time in getting into position,and gripping hard in waiting.
The poor girl had not long to wait.
The room echoed to the sound of six rapid cane strokes,and Maria's screams of anguish.
As before,Ms.Moore handed the chastised girl the tissue box for her tears.
Maria tried to dry her tears,as Eva,and I looked on,hands on the top of our heads,I was throbbing from both the front,and rear.
My cock swaying up and down,like a fleshy metronome,and my bottom throbbing in striped pain.

"Vamos chicas!" Ms.Moore said,dismissing both the girls. They didn't have to be told twice,they left the room still adjusting their skirts,eager to leave Ms.Moore's sway.

Ms.Moore looked me up,and down,then finally spoke.
"I'm impressed sport,your little fellows been standing to attention for quite a while now."
She leant forward,and dabbed her middle finger on the eye of my cock. Showing me the clear sticky liquid on her finger she said.
"I'm used to seeing tears in this room,but non quite like this before. Go on,pull up your pants,and get going. Remember we are playing pool tonight,so don't dally about in your rooms for too long."

That's it really,I could go on longer,but I would only be repeating myself. In the remaining time at the college I had five more canings.
Three from Ms.Yan,all clothed,for demerits accumulating.
Two from Ms.Moore,both bare. One with only Ms.Yan as witness,another with a female student,and another male student,oddly that one was the most embarrassing,having to bare up in front of another guy.

Did the caning's work?
I'm not sure,but I never did go to a club again during my time there,so at least one caning had the desired effect.
I passed all my courses,and went to work in Japan,and married a Japanese girl,who is now close friends with Ms.Yan,who comes to visit us in the college breaks. No mention is ever made of the canings,or her tentative little tugs on my erect penis,after the cold oil treatment.

As for Ms.Pilar Moore,I was right in assuming that she was available,after the first bare bottom caning by her,we embarked upon an affair that lasted the rest of my time at the college. Ever the professional though she did not let our closeness effect the college discipline.
Now I know you will be thinking did corporal punishment feature in our sex life?
It did,but not in the way you would think.
Away from college,and alone in her flat,Pilar became Ms.Subby. She loved being on the receiving end of a good spanking. Whether this was as a release from her work life I'm not sure.
Some nights she would just come in and say."I've been a real bitch today,and deserve a botty warming."
We didn't act out role-plays or anything,but she did have her own little punishment uniform,a grey pleated skirt,white blouse,and wonderful white cotton knickers with a tiny blue check pattern on them.
The first couple of times I spanked her,I was amazed that she could come to orgasm across my lap,then she told me how she did it,she would try to contract her inner thigh muscles,in time to the rhythm of my hand descending on her bottom,all that time at the gym not wasted then.

After I left the college we kept in touch for about six months by phone,till she went back to Oz,and then we lost touch.

So that's it,my time as a mature Language Student!

Liar liar!

LIAR LIAR! A story by Lori.

Actions speak louder than words to those with selective hearing,at least that's what I discovered recently. My partner's an absolute darling for most of the time and I truly do love her with all my heart,but sometimes she really gets on my nerves and leaves me at my wits end. Sometimes she tests my patience to the limit and I can't handle her sassy,"So what?",attitude. There are two important things I've discovered over the past eighteen months since we've been living together,one thing is that Amy doesn't listen to me when it really matters,and worst of all she lies. Well she finally took it one step too far so I decided to teach her a valuable lesson,I spanked her! That was a week ago and she's already overdue another spanking as far as I'm concerned,and believe me she'll get one!

I can't even begin to remember how many times I've wanted to spank her,and last week when I decided enough was enough I put her across my knee and felt totally vindicated on every level. My God she was mad at me for doing it,I knew she could be feisty when she put her mind to it but oh boy it took me all my strength to hold her across my knee. She's tough but not that tough,so I won the battle and roasted her rear end,in fact I spanked her so hard that I doubt she could sit down at work the next day! The strange thing is how quickly she forgot what I'm capable of,and how much my hand can sting when lovingly but firmly applied to her naked buttocks,but after tonight she might think twice before ever lying to me again! If there's one thing I can't abide it's a bare faced lie,and if she thinks I was tough on her last week she's in for a shock later!

"Where are you off to honey?" I asked her at lunchtime.
"I'm off to see Jenny." Amy told me casually."She's got some new clothes and she wants to show them off to me." She smiled sweetly."I've just got to get a bottle of wine and we'll be all set for the afternoon!"
"Any idea when you'll be back?"
"Oh I'll be back by dinnertime."
"Okay sweetie,I'll cook us a pizza later then." I kissed her goodbye and told her to have a nice time before waving her off in the car,then I set about doing the chores in the garden that I've been putting off for weeks. I've never been one to keep Amy on a lead,I don't mind what she does or where she goes as long as I know she's safe,so when I discovered she'd left her mobile phone on the coffee table I decided to go after her,what if the car broke down,or there was an accident? She'd need her phone!

So imagine my shock when I get to Jenny's house only to find out that Amy's not there,and she was never planning to be,in fact Jenny was planning an evening out with her boyfriend and was about to get her glad-rags on! I got back in the car and spent the next hour or so driving around trying to find her,I eventually realised that was stupid so I headed back home and tried to calm down while I waited for my deceitful partner to return. I was worried sick of course,and angry too,but most of all I was hurt by the lies!

I was watching the second hand move oh so slowly around the clock when the telephone rang and almost made me jump out of my skin, Was it the Police calling to say she'd been in an accident? I answered it nervously and heard an unfamiliar female voice at the other end.
"Mr Matthews?"
My heart leapt into my chest."Yes?"
"Hello,my name's Helen and I'm calling from the Shepherd Hill Health Spa." The woman said politely.
My mind raced as I tried to understand the relevence."Okay?"
"I'm just phoning to confirm your credit card details."
I know I frowned deeply."I'm sorry I don't...."
"It's relating to a booking for a full treatment today in the name of Amy Matthews."
But we're not even married."Eh?" Then suddenly it all started to fit into place and I decided to make it work to my advantage."Oh I see. What was it you needed to know?"
"Just the expiry date on your card Mr Matthews."
Okay,hang on." I fished my card out of my wallet."Can you just tell me when the reservation was made?"
"Yes of course,it was made three days ago!"

After giving Helen my details I hung up and went out into the garden to quietly mull things over,so not only had Amy deliberately lied to me,she'd spent money we were supposed to be saving on a day at a health spa,and to top it all she'd charged it to my credit card. "Just wait 'til you get home Missy!" I muttered under my breath. I wasn't sure what time she'd get home but she'd told me she'd be here for dinner so I kept an eye on the clock as I plotted what I'd do to her bare bottom when she got home,then,at 5.47,I heard her car pull up onto the driveway. Minutes later she strolled in looking more beautiful and radiant than I'd ever seen her,but despite her amazing looks I had to keep firm and stick to my plan.
"Hey sweetheart,did you and Jenny have a nice time?"
Amy flopped down beside me on the sofa."Oh yeah we had a great time thanks."
I smiled at her."Oh that's good. Did you enjoy the wine?"
There was a flicker of a frown."The what?.....Oh yes the wine,yeah it was.....nice." She smiled unconvincingly at me.
I nodded."Oh by the way you left your mobile behind."
"Oh did I?"
I handed Amy her phone."Yeah you did,so I took it around to Jenny's!"
Amy swallowed hard and her face turned crimson,I couldn't help thinking that her bottom would soon be the same colour and I felt my cock twitch in my pants.
" went to Jenny's house?"
"Yep." I raised my eyebrows."Funny thing is you weren't there,and according to her you were never planning to be."
I could see the desperation in her face as she tried to come up with a convincing reply,then she let out a huge sigh and seemed to deflate beside me.
"So where were you?" I already knew of course,but I wanted to give her the opportunity to redeem herself. The tears were welling up in her eyes now,genuine or not they weren't going to save her."Well?" I asked firmly,her face was a picture of panic now.

Suddenly Amy shook her head."I'm sorry Harry,I...I lied to you."
"Yes I know you did!" I replied matter-of-factly."So how was the Health Spa?"
Her eyes were wide suddenly and she shifted awkwardly in her seat."What? did you know."
I shrugged."I had a courtesy call from the Spa asking me to confirm MY credit card details."
"Oh shit!" She replied under her breath.
She started to edge away from me and I felt my right hand start to itch with anticipation."I told you before that I won't put up with you lying to me,Amy." The look on her face was priceless,but I couldn't help noticing the glint in her eye as I took her by the left arm and started to pull pull her across my knee.
"No!" she yelled."No you can't!"
"oh yes I can." I told her calmly as I manoeuvred her into prime spanking position.

She struggled against me but as always I was too strong for her,I wrapped my left arm across the small of her back to hold her in place,then I felt her tense up as I lifted the hem of her grey,knee length skirt to reveal shapely thighs and a pert bottom clad in sheer white panties."They'll have to go." I said firmly as I gripped the waistband and began to ease down the flimsy garment,she reached back to stop me,but I simply gripped her wrist and held her hand out of the way as I continued to bare her bottom. Suddenly I felt my cock twitch and stiffen slightly as her naked buttocks were revealed to me,she went still briefly and I could sense her anticipation and feel her breath becoming more rapid. I couldn't help but caress her cheeks for a moment as I scolded her."I don't like doing this Amy,but it's for your own good. You know that don't you?"
She let out a sigh,then nodded her head and quietly muttered."Yes I do."
"Right then,let's hope this teaches you to be honest with me in future!" With that I brought my hand down across her right bottom cheek,not that hard,but firm enough to make my point,it elicited a gasp from my wayward partner which was quickly followed by another as my hand made contact with her left cheek,moments later I was getting into a rhythm and spanking her briskly as she squirmed and struggled across my lap.

After only a dozen or so smacks Amy's bottom was already a warm shade of pink and her protestations were mounting,I paused briefly to caress her spanked rear-end."I know it hurts sweetheart,but it needs to if it's going to do you any good." I said softly.
My hand squeezed and fondled her warm cheeks,but strangely it prompted low moans from the lady draped across my knee,I didn't stop to consider this for long,but instead continued with her corrective punishment.
After another dozen or so steady smacks I changed tempo and began to spank her soundly,alternating from left to right cheek then concentrating on the under curve were bottom meets thigh,all the while Amy was squealing and squirming frantically across my knee.,not only did this demonstrate how effective the spanking was,but it also added to the pressure building up in my pants,I could feel my cock becoming more and more rampant with each slap to Amy's bare cheeks.

Despite her protests and struggles I spanked Amy for a full five minutes,her bottom turned from pale pink to a deep shade of red before my eyes,the contrast against the pale skin of her back and thighs was quite a beautiful sight. Although I didn't like the thought of hurting my darling I was actually enjoying the feeling of her bottom bouncing under my palm,but then I noticed something else,with each smack her bottom seemed to be rising to meet my hand,her yelps and squeals had turned to gasps and moans,and her crotch was grinding against my right thigh.

Oh my God,she was actually masturbating while I was spanking her!

I gazed down at Amy and watched her for a moment,it was like poetry in motion across my lap as she rubbed her sex against my leg,then she stopped abruptly and turned her head to look at me,there was a frown on her face and it suddenly dawned on me that I'd stopped spanking her. I grinned and brought my hand down smartly across the lower part of her bottom cleft and she immediately moaned and began to grind against my thigh again,I concentrated the slaps on this most sensitive area,as close to her sex as I could get,then increased the rhythm and force until she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm. I stopped spanking her as she came,then she lay limply across my knee,breathless and panting,I caressed her sore cheeks for a while,then my hand slipped between her thighs and delved into her sopping wet sex folds,I immediately felt my cock stiffen and twitch and couldn't hold back a second longer.
I scooped Amy up off my lap,carried her up the stairs in my arms,then placed her gently on the bed before hastily undressing her. She lay naked and beautiful on the duvet and I didn't take my eyes off her while I peeled off my shirt and trousers,my cock was straining in my pants and stood to attention as soon as it was released from it confines,Amy gazed at it and smiled,and moments later I was sitting astride her,taking her to sexual heights of ecstasy with my rampant erection.

It was much later when we finally curled up together under the duvet in post-coital bliss,both of us had smiles of satisfaction on our faces,but Amy had a look of what could only be described as smugness.
"I don't know why you're looking so pleased with yourself." I said,trying to sound stern."You obviously haven't learnt your lesson!" Amy tried to look sincere,but suddenly broke into a giggle,I reached my hand around and gave her bottom a sharp smack."I'm serious,young lady,not only did you lie to me,but you wasted a lot of money today!" Despite her best efforts Amy couldn't stop grinning and I tried to look cross."Okay,so are you going to tell me what's so funny?"
She shrugged."Well,the thing is,I didn't really go to the Health Spa today."
I raised my eyebrows at her."Oh? So how do you explain the phone call asking me about my credit card details then?"
"You mean the call from Helen asking when your expiry date was?" smiled Amy.
"Yes that's right." I nodded,then it hit me and I frowned."How did you know her name,and what she'd asked me?"
Amy leaned close and whispered in my ear."Because it was Jenny who called you."
"But she was getting ready to go out with her boyfriend,it can't have been her."
"That was the only lie sweetheart." She said softly.
"Eh? I don't....." My mind raced for a moment,then slowly but surely the pieces began to fit together."This whole thing was a set up wasn't it? Just to get me to spank you!"
Amy nodded,she smiled sweetly at me and her pretty eyes sparkled."Yep,it was. I didn't want to actually do anything to warrant it,so I came up with this plan and got Jenny to help me with it!"
I felt confused."But...if you wanted me to spank you why didn't you just say so?"
"I didn't think it would work that way."
I shook my head."I don't get it."
Amy snuggled close to me and wrapped her arm across my chest."The thing is,after you spanked me last week I felt more aroused than I ever have in my entire life,we had the most fantastic sex afterwards and I thought that the only way to enjoy it again would be for you to spank me like you did before."
I couldn't help laughing."Well it certainly did the trick,I haven't felt like this since I was a randy teenager."
"There you go then!"
"But why put yourself through all that just for sex."
"You mean just for fantastic sex!"
"Yes fantastic sex,but even so,your bum must really sting now."
She shrugged,"Yeah but it was worth it."
I frowned at her."Really?"
"Uh huh,it's actually quite a nice feeling."
"I bet you wouldn't say that if I'd moved on to the next stage!"
"Why,what was the next stage?"
"I was going to attack your bum with the clothes brush."
Amy's eyes widened suddenly."You wouldn't have."
"Oh yes I would,seeing as I thought you'd blown a couple of hundred pounds on beauty treatments I was going to roast your behind!"
"Oh!" she looked sheepish for a moment,obviously realising her clever plan could have seriously backfired."Lucky you got distracted then isn't it?"
"Lucky for you yes." I grinned at the memory."Lucky for me too!" I gave Amy a long and passionate kiss."Do me a favour though honey?"
"The next time you want your bum smacked just say so,I promise I'll make it as real as it was tonight,but at least it won't give me all the worry to go with it."
"Okay." smiled Amy."I promise I'll just say so next time,and I'm sorry I scared you earlier."
"I forgive you." I told her gently."I'm just glad we got to the bottom of it in the end!"