Headmaster for Housewives 2: He Brings Pleasure Through Punishment (erotic ebook)

From slack student-teachers to flighty fiancees, horny housewives to haughty heads of department – the Headmaster has his work cut out satisfying the cravings of naughty married ladies!

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My Headmaster for Housewives series is an attempt to update the classic British schoolgirl spanking stories for the modern age. After all, it's over three decades since any British schoolgirl or schoolboy was caned/strapped/slippered – unless you were (un)lucky enough to go to private school. While spanking is very much still 'The English Vice', these days it's grownup boys and girls getting all the caning fun rather than terrified schoolchildren quivering under the rod. Though they still wear school uniform...

 

Corporal punishment wasn't banned in British private schools until 1998, so it is possible (though unlikely) that plenty of slipperings, strappings and canings were meted out to the well-bred young ladies who attended these establishments during the 1990s...

As one of the first ever spanking stories I ever read succinctly put it...

It just didn’t seem right that we could go on and cane the kids with rich parents, and not those from poorer backgrounds for the same offence!

This snippet is from '24 of the Best', a story that clearly made a big impression on me when I stumbled across it as a spanking-obsessed young teen. The following passages certainly provided inspiration for Belmont Ladies' College, the school in Headmaster for Housewives:

There was one thing that did slightly worry me, though,  and that was the disciplinary regime at Winthrop. To say it was strict was an understatement: the girls seemed to live in almost constant fear of punishment, and some of the staff seemed to take an almost unhealthy delight in meting out correction. Arrived two minutes late for a lesson, young girl?  Come and bend over my desk at the front of the class and take three swats with the slipper. Caught misbehaving during the lunch break? Report to your Housemaster this evening for six of the best with the tawse.

And worst of all, for those girls committing some particularly heinous crime - the knock on the door in the middle of the lesson, the folded note handed to the teacher; “Miss Fisher, would you please go with the Headmaster’s secretary to his office, as he wants to see you.” And fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later, the young lass would knock on the door and come back in, by now dishevelled and with tears in her eyes, and would wince as she lowered herself gingerly into her desk and onto her newly-caned buttocks.

Punishments were a frequent topic of discussion in the staff room as well. The Housemasters - who had the main responsibility for discipline for the girls - would quite often regale the room with accounts of the thrashings they had just doled out: whether they’d used the tawse or the cane, how many strokes they had given, whether the girl cried, and so on. I remember the excitement one morning when a large package marked “Lochgelly” arrived containing a batch of new “heavy grade” leather tawses, and the vicious two-tailed straps were handed round and much admired. (And I also remember how the Housemasters agreed that they would each find an opportunity that day to use the new implements, and them reporting back that evening on the agonies that they had inflicted).

Now, I found it somewhat difficult to relate to all of this. Sure, when I’d been a schoolboy myself, the cane had been used  - but not on good boys like me! Here, I guess a girl was lucky if she got through her time at the school without at least a slippering in front of the class.

The sadistic masters who make sure that every girl experiences corporal punishment (whether she deserves it or not!) and the delivery of a consignment of tawses as an 'upgrade' to the humble English slipper were all features of Belmont before corporal punishment was banned in 1998.

The Headmaster has been at the school since 1990, and so he himself was one of these sadistic masters, and has plenty of experience in the application of cane and tawse. This means there are plenty of occasions in the books when he reminisces about some good old fashioned schoolgirl spanking discipline, as well as spanking his way through many, many grownup women.

The books are set in 2002, so the Headmaster is still young, distinguished and handsome enough to appeal to all those lusty English ladies – the bored mothers of pupils, the sex-starved wives of governors, the lonely female teachers – who are all keen for a taste of the Headmaster's rod (double entendre very much intended!)

 

The story opens with one of those ladies, the gorgeous and utterly filthy Mrs Fossington, Head of English, receiving a right royal seeing-to across the Headmaster's desk. Despite having never been caned at school, like all English ladies she cannot resist the stinging charms of the cane or tawse, and the heat in her bottom soon has her spreading her legs for the handsome Headmaster!

Much is made of the fact that few of the women in the Headmaster's 'harem' were ever actually caned at school. The 'romance' of the rod is just so strong, with spanking now considered very much a sex act, but with this being mixed with the memories and connotations from upbringings where spankings and canings were possible, if never actually carried out.

In the second part Mrs Fossington shows that the cane's allure reaches across the generations as she hauls two of her student-teachers, Trudy and Miranda, in front of the Headmaster. This is supposedly for the purposes of official school discipline, but really it is because Mrs Fossington wants to introduce these two younger ladies to the delights of a spanking, caning and fucking from the hunky Headmaster...

 

Sure enough, the Headmaster soon has all of them dressed up in full school uniform and well and truly dancing on the end of his rod!

 

Including the haughty Mrs Fossington!

Not that she isn't asking for it! Mrs Fossington makes the classic 'smart little madam' mistake of being a little too enthusiastic in the encouragement of her subordinates' discipline...

And there are also rather a lot of hints that the highly sexed Head of English has been having her own fun with the two younger schoolmistresses... 

No doubt the Headmaster will need to put her well and truly in her place!

Once the insatiable members of staff have been brought into line, the Headmaster must deal with yet another disgruntled mother of a student... except this time her husband will be along for the ride...

Mr Michael Henderson is a rude, quarrelsome individual, and his lack of manners costs him dear when his lovely wife Jackie consents to be spanked and fucked by the Headmaster as her boorish husband looks on!