Monday, 29 February 2016

Endart manips: Tales From A Co-Ed Finishing School

As we saw last month, traditional British finishing schools are undoubtedly the best way to prepare 18-19 year old boys for a lifetime of privilege, money and fun with other men's wives (for the jocks) or unrewarded hard work, long hours and cuckolding (for the nerds).
But there are some parents (hippy left-wing types mostly) who for some reason aren't happy to send their sons off to a distant county to suffer under a regime of harsh beatings, cold showers, and nightly buggerings after lights out.
There is no alternative to the harsh beatings of course (this is Britain after all!). But coed finishing schools allow boys and girls from 'new age' families to further their education in far more inclusive,enlightened surroundings...

Perhaps it is healthier for young men and women not to have their first sexual experience with a stronger member of the same sex, but in the more traditional way for the working classes (watching an attractive member of the opposite sex getting punished on the bare)...

To assuage the middle-class guilt of the parents, there are even scholarships available for the cream of the underclass, so that they may benefit from the discipline of a traditional educational establishment...

Not that the schools are happy about being a practice area for young lovers. Inter-student relationships are discouraged in the traditional manner...

Though of course they do flourish. And are extremely effective at teaching youngsters the ways of love...

Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Sir spanks his serving boy (i.e. me!)

Having gone far too long since reporting for punishment, Sir ordered me back to his punishment room. I was dressed in my 'naughty nephew' outfit of glasses, shirt, tie, sleeveless sweater, briefs, black shoes and (to Sir's consternation) Argyle socks with suspenders. I have a real thing for sock suspenders, but Sir was not impressed and ordered my across a stool for my caning -- 13 strokes for failing to recruit a playmate from spankthishookups despite many attempts - thanks a lot guys :(

Sir was certainly on good scolding form and my various layers were unwrapped like a Christmas present as he alternated between scolding, stripping me of my trousers and then briefs, spanking my arse and cornertime.

As usual my prominent erection gave him plenty of ammunition for a humiliating telling off!

I've always loved dressing as a kinky g-string waiter and Sir was most amused as he ordered me to show him the outfit. After that I got a lesson in the perils of blogging. Sir had read about my London Tanners Grandma's Slipper Paddle I'd used on Cassie and ordered me to bring it along.

I found myself having both a fantasy and nightmare fulfilled, as I was put over his lap in the wheelbarrow position and subjected to rapid fire burning whacks with the agonizing paddle!

Sir took a few photos for my Fetlife profile ( and then I was sent to change yet again (complete with my usual sneaky look at my glowing bottom in the mirror).

I'd always fancied playing a slaveboy, complete with dog leash and spiked collar.

However Sir gave me a lesson in the realities of the role as I was put to work in the kitchen, washing up and cleaning the floor while Sir whipped me with a cane. Then I was ordered outside in the freezing cold and bent over the garden bench for my first ever outdoor punishment, with Sir promising that there would be plenty more in future!

Then the dreaded slipper paddle was brought by out and I was spanked up the stairs (a whack on both cheeks for each step) just like I'd done to Cassie two weeks before!

Saturday, 13 February 2016

Spanking a sassy secretary

As I was working from home for a time earlier in the month I decided it would be fun to hire a spankee to play my secretary for an hour (incidentally I've long thought there should be a temping agency that hires out office workers who are willing to be spanked - I might pitch it to the Dragons Den!). 

Soon I was opening my door to the lovely Cassie, who was very nicely attired in office clothes and jewellry. We started with a little dictation practice - Maggie Gyllenhaal in 'Secretary' style - as she bent over the desk and I smacked her skirted rump while she read out her profile.

Of course this was far too tempting and so I soon had her sensible skirt rolled up and her knickers up in her arse crack so I could swat her bare cheeks. Then it was time for knickers off completely and stockings too (although they were very nice they got in the way of me playing with her shapely legs).

I had her touch her toes and admired the view before siting in my big leather Chesterfield chair and putting her across my knee.

Cassie really does have a gorgeous arse and it was a pleasure to redden it!

How's Your Hand?

She had brought a few implements with her but I found them a little too flimsy, so I got out my London Tanners Grandma's Slipper Paddle.

Cocky Cassie had announced at the start that we wouldn't need a safeword, but during her dozen swats she certainly seemed like she might need one. There was some very choice language that I considered giving her extra for, but I decided against it. After all it is rather arousing to see a previously demure lady effing and blinding.

Breaktime Break

After this it was back across my knee to get my hands on that gorgeous arse again.


She had the temerity to put her hands in the way, so I had her strip off everything except her heels and jewellry, handcuffed her and spanked her upstairs. She certainly was a sight to behold as she lay on my bed and stuck up her bum for six strokes of my trusty belt. I realised after that it was quite cruel of me to handcuff her, as she couldn't rub her bottom, so I had to do it instead.

We finished up with a nice nude wriggly spanking across my lap. Who says working from home has to be boring?