Jonathan art manips: The Sports Master's Folly

Like all British finishing schools, Birchwood Finishing School for Boys is built on a foundation of middle-class snobbery. Parents need to be willing to pay through the nose for their 18 year old sons to spend their days being taught (and thrashed) by sadistic masters and their evenings being bullied (and buggered) by 19-year-old bigger boys. All for the sake of not going to school with poor people!

Of course, boys are wired for mischief if they don't have their time filled with worthy pursuits. When they aren't sitting in long evening prep sessions with no talking and no toilet breaks, they are probably out on the sports field in freezing January mud. Even the swotty bookworms whose future lies in cramped offices doing all the real work while the muscular jocks get all the money and credit!

And in fact the sons of the wealthy are forced to go to school with poor people, as when they aren't swotting up or slogging on the sports field, they are required to help the ground staff with menial labout (unless exceptional sporting performance buys them a way out). Some might call it slave labour, but the Birchwood governors prefer to call it 'character building'. And the burly, uncouth staff certainly appreciate having a legion of middle-class boys at their beck and call. It's just like being in prison!

It has long surprised me that there isn't more spanking art set in school dormitories. Surely it's an extremely common fantasy - multiple miscreants dragged from their freezing, uncomfortable beds to be punished on the bare for some minor offence. At least now they'll have something to cry about (apart from their hellish existence far from home of course!)

It's almost guaranteed that the boys who are macho bullying jocks at school will go on to become macho bullying bosses in later life, and will get to have their fun with the wives of their nerdy subordinates. But they will have to be careful - as 'who you know' is the only thing more important than muscles and arrogance in this society...

Though of course if you do cross the wrong person and end up doing time, it doesn't have to be all bad. As the Birchwood sports master finds out!

Switch Day: ...Thrashing a Cheeky Lass

I had been chatting with Cheekylass since I first joined the British Spanking forum at Underling's recommendation (thanks Undy!). She certainly lived up to her name and was running rings around me with her bratty messages, until I told her I was just going to start adding a spanking for each time she annoyed me. After two days she was up to 15, so we just had to meet up.

After spending a while getting to know each other, we got down to spanking. I put her across my knee and spanked her gorgeous bottom for 27 minutes (as she is 27 years old). She can take a lot of punishment and wasn't fazed by this at all - which is when I told her this was only her first spanking of 15 for the evening.

Then I got to fulfil a fantasy as I took off my belt and took it to her (the same belt I'd been spanked with earlier!).

I didn't belt her for 27 minutes, just 27 times. So I got to do a classic line from a Stanton drawing about how will she cope when she's 47 not 27!

After this she got 27 with a satisfyingly noisy leather paddle that left some lovely shapes on her shapely butt.

I was rummaging around in her big box of spanking toys and found a wicked little butter paddle that produced an extremely satisfying spank when I got the wrist action right. Satisfying for me that is :)

Then it was time for 27 whacks with the half-metre ruler. She didn't want the cane, so this was the closest I could get. I made her count out the last ten and say 'thank you Sir' for each one. And as she is Welsh, I made her do it in Welsh ('un diolch i chi syr' etc.) In true naughty schoolgirl form, she forgot to count out the last three and so got extra.

The Ruler

By now the spankings were certainly having an effect. Her bottom had been glowing nicely ever since the hand spanking, but now some more vicious marks were appearing, and she was wriggling and moaning a lot more, and putting her hands in the way too often for my liking, so I made her hold onto the banisters by the side of the bed. We had decided on a safety phrase before we started - I added further insult to injury by making it 'Swing Low, Sweet Chariot'.

She was soon wriggling even more as I applied a wooden spoon to her rear.

Then came what was the highlight of the session - the bath brush. 27 with its big round wooden head produced absolutely fantastic writhing and pleading from her.

She also couldn't stop herself putting her hands back, so I made her strip naked and cuffed her before giving her 27 with a long, slim paddle.

This took her to her limit and she used the safety phrase when I'd done. Her bottom had reddened up nicely and there were some good bruises that were fun to tease when I was caressing her afterwards.

Cheeky is a switch too, and so a bit later I had to give her another belt whipping when she got a bit too bitey.

Then I found out just how quickly the tables can turn when you're a switch. I was about to leave when we decided she could spank me before I left. Within thirty seconds I was stripped naked, getting my still-sore rear spanked with a wooden spoon, my nipples and cock pinched and whacked, and being made to suck on her strapon dildo!

Switch Day: Spanked by Sir...

I had a very busy day recently where my ability to switch was sorely tested (pun very much intended!).

I turned up at Sir's house on time for once, meaning he couldn't punish me for lateness. But he soon found plenty else! For a start, when I entered his study in my school uniform I was wearing shorts instead of his preferred trousers. Then he got out my punishment book and gave me a good scolding for my numerous faults. Then it was off to the Punishment Room!

We did this session in the day rather than the evening, and all the curtains were very much open! I got an extra thrill wondering if the neighbours would catch a glimpse of me waiting outside the punishment room with my hands on my head.

Sir is very keen for me to recruit another submissive for me to play with, and for every guy I approach who I fail to convince, I get six of the best. I had missed out on two that week, so I was bent over a chair and given twelve strokes of the cane.

Even though it was across my shorts, it still seemed to sting more than when I'd had the cane in the past. Maybe it was the lack of a warm up.

After that I was stripped of my shorts and underpants - getting my usual extra scolding for being erect - and got a dozen with the junior paddle (for wearing shorts like a naughty junior boy). After this I got a good slippering for bad language, and then it was back over Sir's knee for a nice long hand spanking.

As we had a bit more time, we had a break and then set about recreating a classic Jonathan drawing. We picked his brilliant burglary one, as Sir could wear a balaclava and wouldn't have to show his face in the photo:

I was gagged with my school tie and trussed up with my hands cuffed behind my back and a belt holding my thighs together (thanks for the tip Ms Julie!). Then I was maneuvered across Sir's knee for the photo. It came out great!

Sir took the opportunity to bend me over the corner of the bed - still trussed up - and give me a good belting.

This was so much fun. I love the belt, and being all tied up and helpless made it extra enjoyable. I also got a few nice welts that will remind me of our session for days when I sit down!

Then it was time to get dressed and have a chat, and then I had to go home to prepare for a date with Cheekylass, who I'd met on the British Spanking forum...

Spanking my friend's fiancee

The highlight of my Christmas was when I spanked my friend's future-wife on New Years Eve.

We were in a bar and we had both drunk rather a lot. She gets really nasty with my friend when she's drunk, so when we went outside to get some air I told her off and said she should be nicer to my friend. She got annoyed and argued back.

After a while I got bored of arguing and said she should be quiet or I'd spank her. She laughed and said I wouldn't dare so I picked her up in a fireman's lift...

Lesson Time

,,,and smacked her bottom repeatedly in front of everyone. They all thought it was hilarious. She was very annoyed. My friend didn't mind so I will enjoy teasing her about it for the rest of her life :)

Laying Down The Law - if she doesn't learn her lesson in time for the wedding reception

Tavern Misbehaving - maybe I'll get to do this next year!