Saint Helena Correctional Institute for Unruly Girls ~ 1966 ~ Volume 2 – Part 5

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Saint Helena Correctional Institute for Unruly Girls ~ 1966 ~ Volume 2

We left Charlotte in a wonderful position for a spanking, so, without further ado, let it begin.

Miss Kenworthy took aim, tapping the thick rubber sole of the plimsol on Charlotte’s delicate bare bottom.

Charlotte braced herself for the fury of a no holds barred spanking with a navy issue, thick bottomed, plimsol.

Miss Kenworthy raised her arm, focussing on the beautiful globes trembling before her. And began to whack away!

Shrieks began to fill the room interspersed with loud ‘whops’ of rubber on quickly reddening flesh.

It was after the first dozen whacks that Charlotte began to struggle, and hold on to the dado rail above the paneling.

It was at that point that all the movement in Charlotte’s upper body made her hat drop off!

“Is it starting to sink in yet? Hmmmm? That being a naughty girl all the time has consequences?”

“Yes, yes, yes Miss Kenworthy, it is, please stop ….pleeeease!”

“Stop? Not yet my girl!”

more to come…

Asa

10 thoughts on “Saint Helena Correctional Institute for Unruly Girls ~ 1966 ~ Volume 2 – Part 5

  1. Delicious. And with the knee bar in too – well and truly presented for her just desserts.
    Do you have such a stool that restrains and also forces the subjects legs apart? The added humiliation, embarrassment and accessibility is second to none.

  2. You call it a “dado railing”? Here in the states, we call it wainscoating.
    In ANY country I’d call that the most appealing, well-upholstered bottom for beating anywhere, and the most strict, erotic disciplinarian! Samantha, paddle Charlotte’s tush like the gift it is, even tied-up with a ribbon on top, judging from her tramp-stamp tattoo. In America, we are celebrating Thanksgiving. I’m thankful for all of you and this blog (among so much else)!

  3. It is isn’t it Jean Marie xxx I cannot remember how many times I have spanked her, many hundreds, I know that. And I am always struck by it’s beauty. It is firm yet soft, and wobbles like a jelly!

    No, come to think of it I don’t, I must get o be or make one.

    Thanks again Jean Marie

  4. Well done Fishmiester for wishing Jean Marie a Happy Thanksgiving. Got to be honest, I never thought of going do, simply because we do not celebrate it.

    So whatever you Americans do for it, enjoy it Jean Marie, and all the best to those you share the celebrating with xxhugxx

  5. Thank you & a happy belated Thanksgiving to you, Fishmiester!
    Most Americans get together with family & friends, eat a great deal, watch football on television, drink too much…
    I have no family and no kinky friends, so I cooked for myself, ate, took a long, hot bubble bath where I masturbated very satisfyingly, nibbled some more snack foods/leftovers while listening to classical music, surfed the web (being an invenerate butt hole surfer), got riled-up, so masturbated all over again, worked-up quite a sweat, took a nap, When I woke up I felt fuzzy, groggy, throbbing, so I rubbed another really good orgasm out with fingers in all of my orifices. I wish I had someone who would simultaneously feed me in bed and beat the living daylights out of my deserving bum, then do the nasty with me in the dirtiest ways possible… A girl can dream.

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