for a moment you thought your worst nightmares were coming true!
I'm afraid travelling on trains in Britain is sufficient torture
without needing to be tied up in the carriage and whipped.
Wait till you try a cross-country trip on Amtrak....if the delays don't get you, the poor condition of the tracks will.
More wonderful images Eulalia. Pp thanks you again.
And the really great thing is that we usually only have to wait a day, perhaps two, and Eulalia does it to us all over again.Eul,
If you ever want a career in burlesque, you've got the "always leave wanting more" thing down pat.
Thanks guys - that makes this slavegirl very happy, setting aside a bit of time to work on this is enjoyable for me, the more so if it gives pleasure to you.
Tree - you'd better cover your computer with a large transparent plastic bag....
The stick touched my bare bottom, I winced.
"It’s always nice to count aloud," commanded the teacher, "okay?"
"Yes," I heard myself say.
Loud whirring behind me, a solid clap - peng! – burning pain.
"One," I cried. The pain spread all over my ass. He penetrated deep into me, and pounded and rumbled.
Whirring. The second! DUB!
"Two," I yelped. Goddess, that hurt!
He thrashed me the third time, I felt my buttocks twitching wildly.
"Thrrreeeee!" I sounded like a plaintive kitten.
I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it, I'm being caned by a total stranger, I ....
"Four!" Oh, every time I struggled, I clawed with my fingernails into the desk-top.
This teacher was not one of the soft variety,
just playing percussion on girly-bums, tatataaa and toodloo,
pussy-footing us poppets - nope! He hit hard, and how!
Again the cane slammed down on my bare butt.
"Five," I gasped. I was dying of shame, I’ve never been so ashamed in my life. Whatever’s happening to me?
At the sixth I spat through gritted teeth,
“Seven!” I sang out with a trembling voice. The guy grew a tooth with every shot. He hit every time on target.
At the eighth blow I called out, "Eight," and cried quickly again, "Eight!"
I caught a glance at Dorothea, my cousin was standing beside me, watching spellbound as I was being chastised.
I was ashamed. I was scared. I was excited. In my womb I was tingling like mad. I was soaking wet. Goddess!
The next blow tore another shriek out of me, "Nine," I yodeled. It came out of me with tears in my eyes.
No, sir! Please stop, I want to be well-behaved and obedient and study hard - always! Please don’t hit me, Sir!
PENG!
"Ten," I screamed.
I had the feeling I was lying broken across the desk. I was breathing heavily, in and out. My butt trembled and twitched in ecstasies of pain.
He hadn’t missed his target by a millimeter, each hit was a bullseye! By all the gods of Olympus, my bum was in flames.
I straightened up. In bare feet I staggered to the side, I thought I’d fall down, so soft were my knees, and oh, how my butt was on fire, oh, how I was burning with shame, oh how I was flaming hot in my pussy- I was soaking wet!
The teacher gave a prompting nod of the head in the direction of Dorothea,
"Now you, young lady!"
Trembling, I stood there and watched as my cousin walked to the desk. Doro was beside himself with excitement – I could see it vividly. She took small, measured steps across the bare, waxed wooden floor. Her naked feet made soft squishing noises. What if he beats her feet? Had feet-beating been used as a punishment? Somewhere I’d read of that once, not in Germany, it was in Bulgaria or Romania. But that wasn’t in school, it occurred to me. But you could do it to correct troublesome girls who didn’t concentrate. They'd have to hang on a horizontal bar, their feet well off the ground, and then they'd be beaten with a stick on their bare soles, that would make them compliant and tractable. Bastinado in the gym! My pussy was on fire. My butt hurt. It felt good. I wondered whether the teacher knew of this foot-beating?
He conducted Dorothea to the same desk where I’d received my strokes. Without much ado he lifted Doro’s skirt. My cousin was bright red, I saw her swallow. Her eyes, how they shone!
The teacher raised his stick and began. The cane hit with even hardness on Dorothea's bare bottom. As an observer I could see well, the teacher did not hold back. It popped, Doro’s buttocks twitched.
"One," she cried in a shaky voice. In disbelief I watched while my cousin was beaten. I began again to feel tingling in my quim. Dorothea's quivering flesh, her screams, her tremulous voice excited me immensely. It was fun watching her while she was being beaten. As he’d done for me, with each stroke the teacher put the speed of the cane up a notch, each blow getting sharper. Soon Dorothea started squeaking, not loud, but she was squealing, I noticed she was trying to suppress it, but the guy with the stick seemed to know and beat her so sharply she couldn’t restrain herself and cried out.
I saw Doro’s bare feet standing on the bare wooden floor, her rococo feet with long toes. How they looked on the dark wood - that she was barefoot made her seem so vulnerable, I felt sorry for her, yet at the same time I was urging on the man with the stick in my mind, I'd have liked to demand that he’d wallop my cousin with some additional strokes, the idea pleased me exceedingly! I had to control myself forcibly, gripping myself in my crotch.
One last, quite loud scream. "Ten!"
Dorothee was done. The teacher took two steps back. She stood up. Hastily she pulled down her denim skirt. She came to me - her bare feet plashed gently on the smooth floor. Her cheeks were glowing, her eyes lit up, they were shining just like before, when she’d been watching while as I was caned. She leant against me and put her arm around me, I did the same.
The teacher, the wannabe-teacher, stood in front of us smiling kindly,
"Well ladies, that’s how it felt in the old times. Now you’ve had your lesson first-hand, haven’t you? To read about it is one thing, to try it for yourself is quite another, right?" He was still smiling at us.
"True," I said.
"Such penalties were once commonplace," the man continued. He presented himself most affably and pretended it was the most normal thing in the world for two young ladies to be spanked on the butt.
"This was applied to some pupils daily, and not always just ten strokes. In the case of particularly unruly pupils there were thirty or even forty strokes on the bare posterior."
Forty! My heart beat. Here we stood, barefoot and naked upskirt in front of a strange man who’d just beaten us on the butt. I was still stupefied.
The teacher went on smiling at us, as if nothing had happened,
"I’m here every Monday, Wednesday and Friday - always in the afternoon. Wednesday's sometimes a bit busy, on Fridays it’s quieter. But I’ll always find a little time to.... to take care of our visitors. So if you feel like visiting our museum again – you’ll be only too welcome!"
He shook hands with us. We both made a curtsy – knickerless!
"Goodbye, Sir," I heard my cousin say, quickly I also said, "Goodbye."
I am trying to imagine what "rococo feet with long toes" might look like....
Eulalia, Pp is so impressed by the school master's work with the cane that he is going to acquire a very good one to hang beside his whip.Thanks guys - that makes this slavegirl very happy, setting aside a bit of time to work on this is enjoyable for me, the more so if it gives pleasure to you.
Tree - you'd better cover your computer with a large transparent plastic bag....
The stick touched my bare bottom, I winced.
"It’s always nice to count aloud," commanded the teacher, "okay?"
"Yes," I heard myself say.
Loud whirring behind me, a solid clap - peng! – burning pain.
"One," I cried. The pain spread all over my ass. He penetrated deep into me, and pounded and rumbled.
Whirring. The second! DUB!
"Two," I yelped. Goddess, that hurt!
He thrashed me the third time, I felt my buttocks twitching wildly.
"Thrrreeeee!" I sounded like a plaintive kitten.
I don’t believe it, I can’t believe it, I'm being caned by a total stranger, I ....
"Four!" Oh, every time I struggled, I clawed with my fingernails into the desk-top.
This teacher was not one of the soft variety,
just playing percussion on girly-bums, tatataaa and toodloo,
pussy-footing us poppets - nope! He hit hard, and how!
Again the cane slammed down on my bare butt.
"Five," I gasped. I was dying of shame, I’ve never been so ashamed in my life. Whatever’s happening to me?
At the sixth I spat through gritted teeth,
“Seven!” I sang out with a trembling voice. The guy grew a tooth with every shot. He hit every time on target.
At the eighth blow I called out, "Eight," and cried quickly again, "Eight!"
I caught a glance at Dorothea, my cousin was standing beside me, watching spellbound as I was being chastised.
I was ashamed. I was scared. I was excited. In my womb I was tingling like mad. I was soaking wet. Goddess!
The next blow tore another shriek out of me, "Nine," I yodeled. It came out of me with tears in my eyes.
No, sir! Please stop, I want to be well-behaved and obedient and study hard - always! Please don’t hit me, Sir!
PENG!
"Ten," I screamed.
I had the feeling I was lying broken across the desk. I was breathing heavily, in and out. My butt trembled and twitched in ecstasies of pain.
He hadn’t missed his target by a millimeter, each hit was a bullseye! By all the gods of Olympus, my bum was in flames.
I straightened up. In bare feet I staggered to the side, I thought I’d fall down, so soft were my knees, and oh, how my butt was on fire, oh, how I was burning with shame, oh how I was flaming hot in my pussy- I was soaking wet!
The teacher gave a prompting nod of the head in the direction of Dorothea,
"Now you, young lady!"
Trembling, I stood there and watched as my cousin walked to the desk. Doro was beside himself with excitement – I could see it vividly. She took small, measured steps across the bare, waxed wooden floor. Her naked feet made soft squishing noises. What if he beats her feet? Had feet-beating been used as a punishment? Somewhere I’d read of that once, not in Germany, it was in Bulgaria or Romania. But that wasn’t in school, it occurred to me. But you could do it to correct troublesome girls who didn’t concentrate. They'd have to hang on a horizontal bar, their feet well off the ground, and then they'd be beaten with a stick on their bare soles, that would make them compliant and tractable. Bastinado in the gym! My pussy was on fire. My butt hurt. It felt good. I wondered whether the teacher knew of this foot-beating?
He conducted Dorothea to the same desk where I’d received my strokes. Without much ado he lifted Doro’s skirt. My cousin was bright red, I saw her swallow. Her eyes, how they shone!
The teacher raised his stick and began. The cane hit with even hardness on Dorothea's bare bottom. As an observer I could see well, the teacher did not hold back. It popped, Doro’s buttocks twitched.
"One," she cried in a shaky voice. In disbelief I watched while my cousin was beaten. I began again to feel tingling in my quim. Dorothea's quivering flesh, her screams, her tremulous voice excited me immensely. It was fun watching her while she was being beaten. As he’d done for me, with each stroke the teacher put the speed of the cane up a notch, each blow getting sharper. Soon Dorothea started squeaking, not loud, but she was squealing, I noticed she was trying to suppress it, but the guy with the stick seemed to know and beat her so sharply she couldn’t restrain herself and cried out.
I saw Doro’s bare feet standing on the bare wooden floor, her rococo feet with long toes. How they looked on the dark wood - that she was barefoot made her seem so vulnerable, I felt sorry for her, yet at the same time I was urging on the man with the stick in my mind, I'd have liked to demand that he’d wallop my cousin with some additional strokes, the idea pleased me exceedingly! I had to control myself forcibly, gripping myself in my crotch.
One last, quite loud scream. "Ten!"
Dorothee was done. The teacher took two steps back. She stood up. Hastily she pulled down her denim skirt. She came to me - her bare feet plashed gently on the smooth floor. Her cheeks were glowing, her eyes lit up, they were shining just like before, when she’d been watching while as I was caned. She leant against me and put her arm around me, I did the same.
The teacher, the wannabe-teacher, stood in front of us smiling kindly,
"Well ladies, that’s how it felt in the old times. Now you’ve had your lesson first-hand, haven’t you? To read about it is one thing, to try it for yourself is quite another, right?" He was still smiling at us.
"True," I said.
"Such penalties were once commonplace," the man continued. He presented himself most affably and pretended it was the most normal thing in the world for two young ladies to be spanked on the butt.
"This was applied to some pupils daily, and not always just ten strokes. In the case of particularly unruly pupils there were thirty or even forty strokes on the bare posterior."
Forty! My heart beat. Here we stood, barefoot and naked upskirt in front of a strange man who’d just beaten us on the butt. I was still stupefied.
The teacher went on smiling at us, as if nothing had happened,
"I’m here every Monday, Wednesday and Friday - always in the afternoon. Wednesday's sometimes a bit busy, on Fridays it’s quieter. But I’ll always find a little time to.... to take care of our visitors. So if you feel like visiting our museum again – you’ll be only too welcome!"
He shook hands with us. We both made a curtsy – knickerless!
"Goodbye, Sir," I heard my cousin say, quickly I also said, "Goodbye."
you've not been paying attention Barbaria -
you've not been paying attention Barbaria -
pants down, bend over...
back on Boxing Day, I posted an episode when Doro and Lisette were in the woods -
Demerit for Barb
isnt bwitish wail .sfor a moment you thought your worst nightmares were coming true!
I'm afraid travelling on trains in Britain is sufficient torture
without needing to be tied up in the carriage and whipped.
