“Well, Verity, it has been a while.” “Indeed, Headmistress.” The small stab of annoyance made Lady Vernon shift in her chair. Her name was the one thing she had been glad to leave behind with her school days. But no matter. She was back on a visit and it went with the place. “May I speculate that your life has been more settled of late? Young lover, perhaps?” It was useless to resist and the past pupil of almost twenty ye...

“Admiring my canes, Ms Pearson?” “Oh, Headmaster.” The young probationary teacher swung round, startled. “Well, they're not a common sight these days.” The object of attention was a mahogany wall-board that held three such articles in a horizontal display. “No, indeed not. And if I dared to use one in this day and age, I'd be out on my ear. If not on a charge of assault.” He made a resigned gesture. “But take one down if...

Miss Winters bent the riding crop between her hands with a small smile. Not far short of a yard of braided leather its tapered end carried a head an inch square. One of a number made to her specifications, the instrument was intended not for horses, but for its role in Riding School discipline. Highly flexible, it carried a bite designed to bring a wayward girl sharply to heel. And one such was now awaiting its attentions...

“Right Johnson, I'm Mr. Jones. You have been sent to us for six weeks' disciplinary training, and it starts now. So bend over the horse. Right over and get a grip on the crossbar in front.” The instructor flexed his rattan cane into a semicircle, eyes on the backside filling a snug pair of shorts. “Six strokes, boy, and these are going to hurt. It's not a punishment – you've done nothing wrong yet – but an exercise intend...

Smack! “Ow!” Smack! “Ow!” Smack! “Ow! Ow! Miss, you can't spank me, Miss...” Smack! “I am spanking you, Susan. And the more you keep fighting me, the longer I shall go on spanking you.” Smack! “Ow! Oh, Miss...” Eventually the struggling subsided and the punishment was finished with six hard slaps across the centre of the sixteen-year-old's seat. A rosy glow was visible through and around the snug white cotton and Miss Mar...

Crossing the school yard at a brisk pace, she came face-to-face with the Headmaster dragging a pupil in his wake. “Oh, Lady Vernon. Can I help you?” “I was just heading for the gym to find your Sports Mistress. Though it looks like you're in the middle of something, Headmaster?” Released, the boy stood scowling at the ground while his captor offered an explanation. “I was coming from the gym myself when I spotted this one...

Naked from the waist down beneath the three-quarter waxed jacket, Lady Vernon stuffed a dildo into its pocket and headed out. Across the yard was a copse and on the far side of it, out of sight of the house, she settled with her back to the bole of a tree. Jacket unzipped, she raised her knees and spread them. Fuck, her cunt was practically swimming. The arse and the cock on that boy was going to be her undoing... The bla...

“Please ma'am, please don't sack me. I'll never do it again, I swear.” He was looking up at her with a pleading expression on his face and Lady Vernon pursed her lips. The boy was a good hard worker but such a lapse had to have consequences. And if he was that keen to keep the job maybe he could be talked into a consequence she could deliver herself. And the thought of that was mightily appealing... “Well, there just coul...

“What are we going to do with you, girl?” “Don't know, sir.” Scowling, the sixteen-year-old scuffed at his carpet with the toe of her shoe. “Your repeated impudence in class would have led to indefinite suspension except that I am aware it is not, at present, an option. So I repeat my question: what are we going to go with you, Alison?” “Don't headmasters have canes, sir?” Shit, where had that come from? She squirmed and...