This looks like one of those “I’ve been sent to my room to await punishment and I can’t believe I’m going to get spanked at my age and none of it was really my fault and I’m far to old for a smacked bottom and it’s ALL SO UNFAIR!!!” type of moments.
I’d much rather be sent to school in these than in horrid scratchy knee socks. And surely they’re just as smart as knee socks? We should at least be given the choice.
This is your last warning, Antonia. If I have to tell you about your top button again you’ll be getting a good smacked bottom, and that’s a promise!
Anonymous asked: Do you actually get given schoolwork to do, or are you maybe a university student, and you treat any of that work that you do at home as schoolwork, done in uniform and under school-like conditions?
Hi Mr Anonymous
I’m not a university student but I do get given schoolwork to do on a fairly regular basis. Sometime’s its as a punishment and sometimes it’s just because. Like, the other week, I said something which showed how ignorant I was about Scandinavia, so I was set the task of researching Scandinavia and its countries and writing an essay about it, which I then had to hand it in for marking. And yes, it all has to be done under school conditions; sitting at a desk, no talking and having to put my hand up if I want something. And yes of course, in full school uniform.
Love, K8ie xx
He’s just spanked me really hard - I dunno, too many to count - and now I’ve got to stand in the living room like this. Yeah, in front of everyone. He told me to find you and give you this. You’re to go to your room and wait for him there - well probably as you’re older you’re going to get dealt with in private. Go, quick - don’t keep him waiting. I’ll see you when it’s all over, yeah?
So, do I pass then? You know I hate these inspections of yours! The fact that you keep me in school uniform is bad enough, without this. Anyway, are you happy now? I told you I was in the correct knickers! So can I put my skirt down now, and go and sit down? I need to get on with that essay you set me.
I hate this stupid school uniform and I hate being made to stand with my skirt up and my knickers down, my bottom bared for punishment like a naughty child. I hate being lectured and told off and put over his knee and hairbrushed. Yet when he tells me that I’ve been naughty and to get into uniform so that he can deal with me, I don’t argue - I just do it. Why? What comes over me? Why can’t I just say no? But I can’t - I just obey him for some reason.
So it is true, Emily thought grimly, as she first felt her skirt being lifted clear of her bottom and then his fingers in the waistband of her knickers; peeling them down. Mr Cooper really does cane on the bare - even girls. How many had he said he was going to give her? Was it six? She shuddered and gripped the chair tightly. Six strokes of the cane, on her bare bottom! Well she’d be sure to behave much better after this awful humiliating, painful punishment.