I have to admit I was told last night I wouldn’t be sitting down today and it is a fact. The pictures in this blog post were taken today. I made the stupid mistake of saying I was fine the next day the last time my Headmaster punished me, and it only served to make him feel he had not punished me hard enough. When he said last night “You won’t be sitting down Young Lady” I know he meant it, but this time he has said it will be for at least a couple of days.
Last night was my college induction meeting. My Headmaster had sent me a list of the college rules in advance and we met to discuss this. In addition to my sticking to these rules he is also responsible for my domestic discipline and to act in ‘loco parentis’ to ensure my lifestyle behaviour meets his approval too. Our meeting began with my Headmaster confirming that I had been accepted back as a student. He informed me that all meetings would start with a domestic maintenance spanking as a warning of future good behaviour and I was soon across his knee, my knickers were taken down and i was spanked until I was crying. I was told to stop crying and being so vocal or I would get extra and he counted to ten to give me a chance to compose myself. I found it hard because it really hurt but was told that this was just the very beginning and that I need to take my spankings better in future. I managed to sob more quietly and go into my shell as he spanked me longer and harder, changing pace so that I never knew when it would end. He ended spanking me very hard and fast until I was totally distressed and tearful to reinforce the fact that his ‘loco parentis’ role would be as serious as my discipline under the college regime.
I was sent to the corner for five minutes and then told to touch my toes. I was to receive six strokes on the slipper on my bare bottom for boasting that I could still sit down immediately after our last meeting. I had only just stopped crying and my bottom was a bright red and stinging but I got into position because I knew it would be worse for me if I did not. The slipper came down hard on each cheek at full force and it was noisy. It made me cry out again and the tears started running down my cheeks once again. Back in the corner with my skirt up and hands on my head again for a further ten minutes, but the box of tissues went with me this time. I am glad that I will have a serious and structured learning course and strict regime, it is what I need and want, but when I am actually being punished it is a different world and I don’t enjoy it but in the past it has helped me grow.
We then sat down, well, I sat down and immediately sprung up with the shock that my bottom was already very sore and felt twice its size already. We went through all of the points in the contract which we were to sign. I was told to read it aloud and stop after each one and explain what it meant to me, which I did. We then moved on to discussing my personal development plan and as I am going on holiday we would need to work on it afterwards. However, one of the things was my diet and I went through what I eat now and had it explained that it was inadequate and explains why I am always tired, drawn and not looking as bright these days. I saw my GP last week too and as soon as I walked in he said I had lost weight and was equally worried that I didn’t look as healthy. My Headmaster has said that I need to eat fresh fish, green vegetables ( I have none in my diet at all!!) and brown rice and bread. We got to one of the last points and my Headmaster added a valid point in some depth, but then I opened my big mouth and interrupted him when he was speaking. I was told off and up again on my feet and touching my toes for a further four severe spanks with the slipper, and more crying. I sat down again and stopped my tears eventually and we completed the contract reading and both signed a copy.
We them moved on to something I had put to the back of my mind, but my Headmaster needed to address it so that we could move on. When he was previously acting as my Mentor I cancelled our final meeting and made an excuse just to get out of being punished. I imagined he would have believed me and let me off. The trouble is that he knows me too well and knew it was silly of me to lie about it. For this I had to grip the table, stick my bottom out whilst arching my back, for the wooden paddle. Like everything else it is given with some force, I received it across my tight skirt. This offered little protection as my bottom was soon on fire again from the ten strokes. My Headmaster kept raising my skirt to check my skin was OK and although I hate being beaten so severely it is good to know that he is careful that I am not damaged. Even more tears for this through having to ask for every stroke in advance and then thank him afterwards, which I could barely mutter by the last stroke. The flat paddle I had as a present recently broke with the force of the paddling so he had to change half way through to using a new drilled hole paddle which is much stronger and hurt even more.
After a final return to the corner I was sent to my room to change into my home/casual wear of my choice for a session of domestic discipline. I had been rude to a few people and my attitude had not been that good, too many late nights and not taking care of myself. As my Headmaster was acting in more of a Guardian role he told me off more personally, expressing that he cares about me and that I have let him and myself down. He began “And now young lady, I’m going to show you what domestic discipline is”. I was taken across his knee and spanked long, hard and severely. My attempts to wriggle away were met with him trapping my legs with his other one so that I couldn’t move and he spanked me harder and faster. I was in pieces and crying like a child now and OMG, I hate to admit that at times like this I am anything but a “spanking model”! After I got up and had time to dry my tears I was told to strip completely, which was humiliating but made it clear to me that a new serious household discipline regime was about to begin . Domestic discipline spankings are given in a more personal manner to formal ones and I was to learn to accept this without question. I have the option to stop all of this, it is totally consentual but it is my choice for my own good. I was back across his knee for another bare bottom spanking (they all are) and was then sent to the bathroom. He followed me in and asked me if I wanted my bottom cooling down. Naturally I said “yes” thinking it was a treat and he hosed me down with cold water, and not just my bottom. I was told to get out and dry myself so I thought that was the end but after barely drying my top half I was told to bend over the edge of the bath. My bottom was still damp and very sore but this time he gave me a good few strokes with his belt as I cried and cried for all I was worth. This was my own fault I thought, I had asked for this arrangement to improve myself. I had behaved badly for ages and was now suffering the harsh consequences.
Finally I wrapped a town around me, we came back into the front row and I had a final lecture and warning. It would not usually be as severe as this I was warned, but that I should remember it and can the last few months behind me now. It was not the end though, I was sent to me room and told to get into position on all fours on the bed with my knickers down. He came in with the flat plastic hairbrush I dreaded and I had twelve hard strokes which ended with me collapsing onto the bed once again in floods of tears.
A final chat, some consoling and a hug and my Headmaster sent me to bed for an early night (around 8.30). I slept on my tummy last night but woke up this morning feeling fantastic and alive. The best rest I had in ages but it took all that to get me to know and appreciate that when I really don’t look after myself, my Headmaster does. My bottom was a bright angry red last night and still is noticeably red all over. These pictures don’t show it as well as the reality, I really need better lighting I think!. I have learnt the differences between formal college type discipline, domestic discipline and that I am benefiting from a strict regime. Think of the spanking site “The Girls Boarding School”, but this is me having it exactly the same in real life with similar methods and results! I know it is given with care and that it is for my own good, even though I was too proud to admit this before. I feel better, will soon look better and be more healthy (I hope) and have things to aspire to again that are being measured. I am to write a short modern interpretation of ‘A Midsummer’s Nights Dream’ for my homework and i’m actually looking forward to this now.
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I guess there is always a price to pay and I did! The next thing I have to do is to re-paint said ventilator but this time try and get the paint on the target rather than the carpet. In true “pose for the press” fashion like a councillor laying the final slab in a new building in an attempt to take credit for a job well done, here I am showing just how much I love DIY after all!
