The attractive schoolgirl receives the ruler on the seat of her tight navy-blue knickers followed by several hard hand-smacks. Then down come those knickers and she is made to f etch the cane and position herself over the desk. The rod whips down onto her naked buttocks several times and then, having been told to remove her knickers completely, the poor miss has to spread her legs further apart and the punishment is resumed. Her bum cheeks wobble and her tears flow as the caning is administered with a breathtaking severity. Made to stand in the corner, hands on head and bottom on display, she is left to reflect upon what was an extremely thorough beating.
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M/f; time: 15 minutes
Early Roué; hand-lettered storyboard; period clothing; anonymous spanking disciplinarian; heavy age play, the kind of film kept under the counter when these were first made. All very much in the tradition of First Week of Term, Room 2D, Half-Term Punishments, Sally’s First Lesson and more, all in further testimony of the discussion about what bottoms are for. And for us, hugely erotic.
A young, very demure brunette is bent over a school desk, her blue school knickers full screen, receiving a ruler spanking. There is no dialogue. Her desperate squirming and gasping, while she submissively accepts her punishment, creates the vintage eroticism the very foundation of the genre.
Knickers now half-mast, she unfastens her skirt and is unabashedly naked front and back before her male disciplinarian, the disembodied, soft, and intimidating voice. It is naughty, humiliating stuff, with a voyeur camera angle.
Over the desk for the cane, not hard, very intense. The disciplinarian pauses and lowers her panties a bit further from the top of her thighs — for no reason other than the embarrassing sexuality of it all, and rucks up her blouse so her free breasts touch the desk. Then the spanker caresses her bare bottom just because he can and she can’t stop it.
This phase complete, the girl stands and completely removes her knickers, then places two textbooks on the floor, 4′ apart, to stand on as markers so she bends, widening her legs about as far as possible, for a dozen more strokes, bottom full-screen. There is a pause — the books are too wide. Tears drip off her chin.
Another half-dozen strokes, and a full-frontal close-up, black abundant thatch of hair and schoolgirl breasts. Naughty stuff, maybe a far cry from the leather straps and buckles on the headmaster’s bench at Lupus, but a little Chopin etude in its contribution to CP literature. Then the traditional adolescent bare bottom is sent to the corner.