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I think it fairest to do them alphabetically.
So, first up…
CHARLOTTE
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Asa
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I think it fairest to do them alphabetically.
So, first up…
CHARLOTTE
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Asa
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Without any warning, Charlene’s knickers were yanked down!
“No, no…not on my bare bottom, not before all these….” WHACK, Whack, Whack WHACK!! Her sentence never reached the end, but the tawse certainl reached her rear end!
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Asa
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Charlotte bends over….
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Asa
You will have read the stories of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls, set in modern times. Click on ‘Photo Stories’ and scroll down to 74 to try them. Like most of my stories nowadays, they never end.
I have now got the girls traditional gym slips, and they look lovely in them. You will probably have started reading the black and white story using the gym slips…click here…
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…but you need to see the uniforms in colour too.
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Before we start, let me set the scene. I myself was born in 1951, and by the time the swinging sixties had arrived I was a teenager, and everything they write about it is true. By the time I was 18 I had a Lambretta 175GT scooter, painted red white and blue, mirrors everywhere and for some reason a U.S.S.R. flag on the back, purely because it looked nice! I wore army surplus stuff over denim and had white pumps on my feet, I was a Mod. I called my scooter Bessie…it was a wonderful time. I was lucky, I left school at exactly the right time, got an apprenticeship in engineering, and England were World Champions having won the world Cup, mini skirts were everywhere and teenage girls (and those in their early 20’s) were eager to try out the free spirit and free love of the day. God! I had money in my pocket, was not bad looking and fit. There is no wonder I look so bloody old now, I was worn out by 23!….shagged out to be honest!
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So…imagine being a girl, a few years younger than me, still in school, dressed in old fashioned gym slips, repressed, dying to burst out and experience all the excitement. The female teachers in mini skirts making you excited, a taste of what you wanted to be. It was so easy to get a crush on them.
This is the essence of the story…three restrained girls in gym slips, feeling randy all the time, masturbating more than once a day, more often than not about their favourite fantasy….spanking, or to be more precise, being spanked. In love with their favourite teacher, Miss Kenworthy, who was strict and had the power to spank a girl on the bare bottom.
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NOTE :- Suzette only wants to show her face to our club, so in this story it will be blurred.
It has to be said that the three girls we concentrate on were naughty. And one thing was certain in 1965, a naughty girl was spanked…at home, at school and wherever they went if they misbehaved.
The girls had been caught smoking, and were summoned to the Detention Room, for a lecture on school rules, law, and health. To be followed by punishment.
Miss Kenworthy ushered them through the door.
Miss Kenworthy followed them in, telling them to stand in a line. Dressed in the exact opposite of their green, she drifted in like a Princess. Her pert breasts pushing the buttons of her blouse. Sporting a school tie, almost making it a must have fashion item. Her hair hanging sexily, her face beautiful yet powerful. Her high heels made her look magnificent, and the mini skirt made her legs go on for ever.
The girls were lost in her gaze.
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Part 1
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Asa
In 1958, I started my career as a teacher. After leaving Teacher Training College in Chatlock, a small town in Derbyshire, at the age of 25. I taught at three schools, changing my job at almost regular 5 year intervals, to become Deputy Head of Lady Bakers Girls Grammer School at the age of 40. The Headmistress, a Miss Britton, ruled with a very firm hand and taught me everything I know about the discipline of young women.
At the age of 50, she retired, and I took the job.
That was ten years ago, I am now 60.
Over the years I have corrected the ways of many would be delinquents, and usually you can tell the type. The are almost shrouded in an haughty air of malice.
Over the last three years, four girls have gone into my punishment book more than any others before them, yet, they are four of the nicest, intelligent, polite girls I have come across.
Their bottoms have almost left an indelible imprint on the desk seats in the detention room.
I could write a book on their exploits so far, but no, I have decided to start my account on the first day of term. September 14th 1964.
Over the summer the non teaching staff have created a room almost out of nothing. The prefects already have their own lounge. The Upper Sixth have their own Study Room. But for these four girls I have created their own Detention/Punishment Room. I am determined that by the end of the School Year, when they either leave, or go on to our Sister College, in July 1965, that I will have finally mastered them.
This is an account of that year.
On the second day of term I invited them to the room, next to my study. Most girls would quake at my invitation, but this band of four walked in, after politely knocking on the door, and saying “Good Morning Mr.Jones, we hope you had a good summer”, and more pleasantries.
Can you see what I mean? It is almost like they are greeting a favourite Uncle at the start of a visit.
Here they are.
As always, impeccably dressed, in their bottle green gym slips, green socks, white shirts, and green and silver broad stripe ties, with either plimsols or stout leather black shoes.
I think if I asked you, “Who is the leader of this little gang of four, who is the cheekiest, and rudest?” …not many of you would pick Suzette. To be honest, she has me in stitches quite often, I think she is destined for the stage, and is always the star of the show in the School Pantomime.
The reason the other three are looking at her, is because she is the one who has just said something else, after the the above greeting..
“Thank you for asking Suzette, I have had a lovely summer. You?”
“Brilliant, thank you Sir, I had a boyfriend on Blackpool Beach.”
“Good Lord!” I exclaimed. “Please keep private information like that, to yourself. Such matters are not for public issue. Did she mean ‘had’ in a sexual sense, or that she just met her first boy friend on the beach? I decide not to pursue the line of enquiry.
The other three, right to left, Kate, Samantha and Charlotte giggled.
“Quiet girls, show some decorum please.”
It is time you met them.
Here they are. Alphabetically.
Charlotte… a giggler and the one most likely to blurt out a thought before thinking.
Kate…quiet, easily led, but once she has decided to be naughty, she is quite likely to take the lead.
Samantha…looks like a Miss Prim, always impeccable in appearance, and talks with an upper class accent. But beneath the charming exterior, trust me, a very naughty girl lies in waiting…all the time.
And last but not least Suzette…engages mouth before putting brain into gear, inventor of mischief and silly schemes, the leader. A whole bag full of cheek and trouble.
I told the four naughtiest girls in school that I would be watching them, and that this room is theirs for the next school year.
“Oh lovely Sir, thank you, we could hold a little dance in here it is big enough.” Chirped up the minx.
“Oh yes, there could well be some dancing.”
“So it is like we have our own house now, we need a name. perhaps we could be the ‘Beatles House’, after all we are your Fab Four Sir.
I had to chuckle. I told them there was no house name for this room, it is their detention and punishment room. Then I dismissed them…well, three of them.
“Off you go to your class. But not you Suzette.” I said calmly.
After the three had gone I raised my voice…just enough. “Suzette, I like much of your character and do not want to stifle much of it. I know you have a ready wit. But there is a time and place for it, And this is not one of them. Neither the time or place. Not in here. Go to the form, bend over and place your palms of it.”
She walked off in a matter of fact way, and did so.
I followed her, and raised her gm slip.
A good pair of what looked like new, navy blue, regulation school knickers greeted my gaze. I lowered them without saying a word.
Then, using the palm of my hand only, I gave her six crisp hard smacks on each cheek.
I got the punishment book, the first entry went it.
Suzette….hand spanking…..cheekiness…12 smacks.
“Off you go.” I directed.
She pulled her knickers up, smiled at me, and left, closing the varnished wooden door behind her silently.
I stared at it for a couple of minutes, then left as well, back to my study
PART TWO
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Asa
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Curiosity part 5
Next morning for the ritual gym exercises and run, I pulled up my white newbie shorts and the girls from neighboring dorms teased, “Prissy was a naughty girl, and the crocodile has bitten her bum!”
“Croc! Croc! Croc!”
Adriana the white knight came to the rescue, “Leave her alone!”
They didn’t have to be told twice.
I questioned Lucinda, “How do they know it was the crocodile belt?”
“Because the marks on your thighs wouldn’t be as red with an ordinary belt, and they aren’t wide enough for the tawse, and too wide for the cane.”
“Ah!”
Monica added; “You best not be late for the gym assembly or you will also have palm prints.”
I wasn’t.
While jogging I reflected on the previous evening, my roommates were very helpful with after spanking care. I feel bad to be hiding that I am actually an undercover reporter.
Next was the uniform inspection. It was most humbling to be told to lift my uniform skirt. Everyone could see the marks decorating my thighs because of the shortish kilted skirt, but raising it meant showing the marks escaping my knickers.
I enjoyed breakfast. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to have fried eggs and bacon forever, unless I run at least five miles every morning.
The first class was math and the professor was waiting for me, “Miss Priscilla please join me on the stand with your Punishment Slip.”
I knew that I was blushing as I stood on the stand in front of the class.
I handed my P.Slip. “Please tell us how you were punished for that shameful grade.”
“I was belted, Ma’m.”
“Please give us more details!”
I was given twenty strokes, Ma’am”
“And?”
“It was on the bare, Ma’am.”
After that last detail I felt a hot flush, and must have blushed as red as a fire engine.
“Lets see if you have learned your lesson. Please solve the equation on the blackboard.”
It was surprisingly easy. Having learned the formula sitting on my pillow with a well reddened bum had helped.
Next was French and Madame la prof pulled a martinet out of her satchel. “This is a French martinet it is very useful for encouraging lazy girls.” I had tasted it when in France. It sure wasn’t as severe as a belt and the marks fade in a day or two, but the six leather tails are quite stingy and always had me dancing.
Cheryl failed the French grammar exercise and was called to the blackboard. She again failed. Madame wasn’t too happy, nor was Cheryl when she had her skirt pinned up. The French whippette *teased* her thighs, but it didn’t jolt her French brain cells. Her knickers were lowered, and she blushed as red as a mail box. She got la fessée cul nu au martinet, and she had to write that on the blackboard.
After our afternoon PE class Cheryl and I returned to our dorm room in need of a shower. We were quite surprised to find Lucinda and Monica on their tummies with their skirts up and bare bum adorned with vividly purple stripes.
“What happened?”
“We were caught cheating, and we were caned, sniff, sniff.”
Cheryl understood that her encounter with the martinet didn’t compare with the cane, and she helped us prepare cold flannels. Meanwhile I gathered our soothing cream and Arnica gel. I noticed on their bed a paper ribbon with 7 red plaited stars. “What are those for?”
They answered in turn, “We are to stitch them onto the front of our knickers, on the right hand front side.”
“Next time we are punished it will mean an extra stroke.”
“An extra stroke per star whatever the implement used.”
“And in the case of a hand spanking an extra spank?”
“Hahahaha! Silly bizom! An extra dozen smacks.”
“And an extra six if the martinet.”
“Ouch!”
We helped them stitch their stars.
Later I was up in the middle of the night and in the loos to type my report on my cellphone. Alex had left a text message, “The boss is real proud of his daughter, and no bonus for the belt!”
Priscilla
To be continued…
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You will have probably read my stories about Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls…Click on ‘Photo Stories’ in the menu above and scroll down to 74.
They are set in modern times and will never finish.
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My girls have brand spanking new uniforms! Don’t they look cute, and naughty!
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I am now writing two more, both set in the past. These will never finish either.
The first…
The Four Naughtiest Girls in School ~ Set in the early 60’s
They are, from left to right; Kate, Suzette, Samantha and Charlotte.
and the second…
Saint Helena Correctional Institute for Unruly Girls~ Set in 1965
The ‘Swinging Sixties’, where liberated teachers like Miss Kenworthy wears mini skirts and smart fashion, yet school girls are restrained in gm slips.
From left to right we have Miss Kenworthy, who makes a school tie look like a ‘must have’ fashion accessory, dressed in a mini skirt, tight blouse, and heels. Then the three naughtiest girls in her school, Kate, Suzette, and Charlotte, dressed in gm slips.
Isn’t the effect of gym slips amazing. Designed to keep the well developed young girl look exactly what the are, a school girl (albeit in my stories, adult school girls). How the girls of 1965, seeing all the liberty of those modern times must have felt frustrated, how they would have loved to be free in the school uniforms of today.
Asa
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continued…
Kate’s knickers were hung in place, the first pair of the day to grace the ‘Knicker Rack’.
Like the sign on the gates of hell, once the knickers were hung on the ‘knicker rack’ it was the point of no return, and like the sign on the dreaded gate says…’Abandon Hope all Ye Who Enter Here’.
Kate looked at her knickers, slowly swinging to a stop. When they did, it was time. A common saying between the girls in the school was…’Oh you are for it! Your Knickers will be swinging to a stop in the morning!’
She was told to sit on the naughty stool.
She was then instructed, firmly, to adjust herself so that her bottom hung over the edge. She did so, nervously.
Two sheets of lined paper and a pen were placed on the desk before her.
A severe reprimand was given, along with a dire warning of what might happen if she does not buckle down to her work, and correct her naughty ways. The finger wagging went on for quite a while…
The telling off stopped. Silence fell.
The clock ticked steadily, she could hear him breathing, quite quickly, the radiator ticked and hummed. The time for her spanking was nigh.
She was told to lift her hands and lean forward.
Mr.Maxwell moved into position, she felt a hint of panic, she knew he smacked hard and fast.
Her bottom retreated from the edge in fear. “Now don’t be a silly girl, present your bottom back where it should be, unless you want Mr.Whippy to teach you a lesson instead of my palm and fingers?!” Mr.Maxwell asked rhetorically.
“Right young lady, I am going to give you a damn good spanking for being a naughty girl! It gives me no pleasure, I assure you that I am going to do my very best to ensure that you never want to sit here again. So brace yourself!” Said Mr.Maxwell in a raised stern voice.
“Oooooooo-er.” Said Kate.
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Asa
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Are you interested in the fallen ladies of Victorian London, especiallyy those connected with spanking? Then read one of my stories, all about the Inveigle, a bawdy house and theatre for women seeking women for spanking.
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At the beginning of the book I talk of the history os spanking in England, and the books and catalogues I had sent to me from various libraries, detail accounts of various spanking brothels etc
On his travels, Mr Gibson has found one of the catalogues for a rather respectable ‘lady of the night’, to be found behind Venetian blinds!
This is what he has found…
I find in my peregrinations there are still worthwhile speciality bookshops in the Bloomsbury area, not far from the British Museum and see here what i tripped over on a high, high shelf…….a sort of catalogue
discreetly bound in black leather, admittedly now rather battered, to resemble a gentleman’s respectable pocket book that could be referred for an afternoon’s diversion…
Miss Parks it seems is available at Beaufort Place behind ‘generally drawn Venetian blinds’……..………. it makes for interesting reading as there is, or disappointingly was, as i found when i strolled around in a time warp, quite a collection of lively and enterprising young ladies outlining their skills in the yellowing pages – they are described as ‘deserving girls’
i’m looking………………………..
I am sure he enjoyed his ‘research’, I know I used to.
Typical of Mr.Gibson….he leaves a footnote….
chuckle…
Thank you Mr.Gibson!
Asa