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Friday, 14 June 2019

Lesson for Sandra

From Blushes 55
He recognised her easily enough: a tallish good-looking young woman (he knew she was 23) with bobbing brown hair and in the navy-blue suit he had been told she was wearing today. A nice-looking shape he observes as he turned to follow her into the car park. Nice legs and bottom in the tight skirt and good legs in white high heels. Yes this was Mrs Sandra Morfield, a secretary with Acme Insurance, now at 5.30 leaving their office to head home and get her husband Martin’s tea — if she felt in the mood or not. As yet of course she didn’t know this.
She was shortly looking round in bewilderment, because her Escort which she had left here this morning was gone. He watched her for a few minutes, enjoying her growing distress: she knew she had left it here… Then he stepped forward, smiling.
‘Mrs Morfield? Sandra Morfield?’ She turned anxious blue-grey eyes on the stranger.
‘It’s not here. Your car. Your husband had to take it. But don’t worry, I’m going to give you a lift. We haven’t met but I’m a friend of your husband. James Ritman.’
Sandra accepted it because why shouldn’t she? He was a plausible-enough seeming person, in his forties probably in a neat suit and tie, tall, reasonable-looking. She had never got into the car of a complete stranger before but now she had no reason not to. Afterwards of course she told herself she should never have gone with him but how could she have known?
It took about five minutes in the black Rover before she could see they weren’t going towards Sunningdale Drive. ‘You should have turned left there,’ she said. He didn’t answer. Then, ‘You can turn left here.’ He glanced at her and grinned. And kept straight on.
‘Where are you’ going?’ she demanded. Her heart was suddenly thumping.
‘It’s all right. Nothing to be alarmed about.’
They were heading out in the opposite direction from her house. She could feel panic rising. ‘Look… If I’m not home Martin… my husband… he’ll call the police.’
He grinned again. ‘No he won’t. He knows. He arranged this. Or agreed to it at least. It seems you haven’t been behaving too well Mrs Morfield. So… you’ve got to have a little lesson. Then you’ll behave yourself. Because you won’t want to have another lesson.’
His words hit her like a shock of cold water. It was as if she was suddenly in a bad dream. For the moment she wondered if she might be dreaming it. But no, it wasn’t a dream, the car, this man, James Ritman if that was his name, were real enough.
‘Look… you can’t do this. I… I’ll certainly report it.’ He didn’t bother to answer.
Sandra thought of Martin. It wasn’t possible. But it was true that they hadn’t been getting on lately. Petty disagreements, and some bigger ones. And partly as a result Sandra had started seeing someone else. But Martin didn’t know that, couldn’t know it. Could he? That she had been seeing Steven Canby. Had let him… do it a couple of times. Fuck her. The thought that Martin could somehow have found this out and was taking some sort of action was like a sudden icy hand griping her stomach. No, she couldn’t believe it.
They were out of the town and on the motorway. It was October and already dark but were heading south, towards London. A couple of times she tried to speak, to threaten this James Ritman in confident tones. But it didn’t come out that way, she sounded scared even to herself. He didn’t answer. Sandra wondered about Martin, if he really knew about this. They reached the edge of London, into suburban streets, the car twisting and turning. It was not an area she knew. Finally they stopped.
He turned to her and gave her the grin. ‘OK Sandra. Here we are.’
She tried to refuse to get out. The grin quickly disappeared and his face became hard, his voice a menacing growl. ‘If you don’t cooperate Mrs Morfield…’ The unfinished threat was quite enough.
James Ritman hurried her across the dimly-lit street into a building, a newish block of flats. Up a flight of stairs. She couldn’t believe this, it had to be a bad dream. She thought again.
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In their house on Sunningdale Drive Martin Morfield glanced at his watch. It was 6.30. He was sitting at the kitchen table but hadn’t eaten, didn’t feel like eating. He was wondering about Sandra. Thinking that perhaps he shouldn’t have agreed to it. She would normally have been back long before now of course — except that lately she hadn’t always got back at the regular time. And now since a couple of weeks ago he knew why. That was why she wasn’t here tonight: someone was going to sort it out for him. Sort Sandra out. But it was an unknown someone, Martin didn’t know him, it was someone Derek Purland knew. Or maybe someone whom an acquaintance of Derek Purland knew. At any rate Martin certainly didn’t know him, nor did he really know what he was going to do.
‘He can sort her out,’ Derek Purland had said. ‘You won’t have any more problems afterwards.’ And Martin had agreed because he had been feeling really sick. Derek had just told him about Steven Canby. That Sandra had been seeing him. ‘He’s banging her,’ Derek said. ‘If you don’t mind me speaking bluntly.’ Derek Purland knew because Steven Canby had told him, in confidence and unaware that Derek knew Martin. Canby was a colleague of Sandra at Acme Insurance. Apparently he had been a sympathetic listener to her marital problems and had traded on the sympathy to get what he wanted. ‘He’s banging her,’ as Derek said. ‘Two or three times a week. Lunch time or right after work.’
Martin looked at his watch again. 6.35. He knew there was no point looking at his watch every couple of minutes but he couldn’t help it. He shouldn’t have agreed to it but when Derek had told him he had felt so sick he would have agreed to anything. ‘You can’t do it yourself,’ Derek had said, ‘you need someone else, a third party. Someone who can be objective, and hard. This bloke can be very hard with women. I think he’s been in that sort of thing, reformatory or something. He won’t mark her up or anything but… he’ll certainly sort her out.’
Martin chewed his lip, remembering what Derek had said. He shouldn’t have agreed to it. Where was she now; where had he taken her? ‘You don’t want to know any details, you’ll just be worrying,’ Derek had said. That was a laugh, how could you help it? But there was no point looking at his watch every two minutes, she wouldn’t be back before the morning. ‘He’ll want to keep her overnight,’ Derek had said. Jesus Christ!
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In the brightly-lit hallway of the flat James Ritman said, ‘Right Mrs Morfield. We can start right away. In that bedroom and take all your clothes off. I’ll find you one or two little things to put on, but a young woman who’s being disciplined doesn’t want to be wearing a lot does she?’
No she couldn’t believe it. Sandra wondered for the moment if she could be with some kind of madman. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she spluttered. ‘If this is your idea of a joke… Look if you let me go, right now, I won’t make a complaint or report it. Just let me go.’
He didn’t answer but turned abruptly to go into one of the rooms. She could feel herself trembling. Perhaps it was a joke and he would now let her go. She looked anxiously round the, hall, as if there might be some clue to what she had got into. But it was just an ordinary-looking place, nothing remarkable. She turned… and the dreadful man reappeared. Now… He had a cane in his hand. A long thin murderous looking cane.
‘If you don’t get in there this instant Mrs Morfield and get all your things off I shall tear them off, and then bend you over a chair and give your bare backside such a thrashing that you won’t want to sit on it for a week.’
You couldn’t argue with that. Not with that cane in his hand and the look in his eyes that clearly said he was quite capable of doing it. Sandra stumbled into the bedroom. All her clothes off he had said. It was impossible but… that cane. She felt close to tears. She had no choice. Her hands fumbled at the buttons of her suit jacket.
Sandra had the jacket off and her skirt and slip too when James Ritman entered the bedroom five minutes later carrying a little handful of clothes. Five minutes was plenty of time for anyone to get out of their clothes, if they made any attempt at it. She should have been nude.
‘I thought I told you to make it snappy,’ he gritted placing the things on the bed. ‘I can see you do need a taste of the cane Mrs Morfield.’ But Sandra Morfield was enticing enough, attired in white bra and matching brief knickers plus sheer beige nylons fastened with a white suspender belt. Yes very enticing. She had her hands protectively in front of her boobs and pussy. And now made desperate pleading noises.
‘Yes you do need it. Stand up straight, get your hands away. Let’s have a look at you.’
Sandra forced herself to drop her hands to her sides.
‘Not bad. Very nice in fact. But you’ve not been playing the game have you? Not keeping it for your husband.’
Sandra felt another of those icy grabs at her insides. He knew. So Martin must know. ‘I… don’t know what you mean.’
‘No? What I mean is opening those good-looking legs and letting this other bloke stick his thing up. Is that clear enough?’
She could feel herself flushing. ‘D… Don’t be cr… crude. And anyway it’s ridiculous. A mistake. My husband… he can’t possibly know anything about this.’
‘Oh no. No mistakes Mrs Morfield. Now… take that bra off. Let me see your tits. I mean you’re not shy of showing them to this other bloke, are you?’
Sandra started to protest. He asked her again if she wanted the cane. So she did it. He made her put her hands down at her sides again. He came close, a little grin on his face. His eyes on her face and on her tits. Sandra’s nipples were half-erect. James Ritman’s hands came out. ‘Keep still,’ he hissed. He took hold of her nipples. Pulling them. Squeezing them.
‘Yes Mrs Morfield. We’ve got to teach you a lesson, haven’t we?’
She yelped as his fingers squeezed harder, hurting. ‘Don’t! Don’t!
He let go. ‘Take the rest of your things off and put on what’s on the bed. You can put your shoes back on. I’m giving you two minutes to do it and get out in the hall. After two minutes I’ll be in here with the cane.’
He went out. Whimpering, Sandra grabbed the things on the bed. A tiny micro-skirt, white-and-pink striped. A tiny pair of white bikini knickers. A slim-strapped white suspender belt. Sheer white nylons. And something else: a little white apron it looked like. Making half-sobbing noises she frantically stripped off her own remaining garments. Two minutes…
Two minutes was perhaps an impossible target. Sandra was quick but not quite that quick. James Ritman reached for her as she reappeared on tottery legs, turning her and grabbing her nude tits again. Pinching her nipples again.
‘You missed the deadline Sandra. I don’t think you’re trying. You probably think this is a little game. Either that or you’re thinking about your fancy man’s cock. Just thinking about having his cock up you and so you can’t concentrate. Is that it?’
‘No!’ she yelped. ‘And don’t. Oooh! That hurts!
He pinched the sensitive nipples harder. ‘You need to be hurt Sandra. When you’re just used to pleasure. Illicit pleasure. And you’re lucky your husband has taken this way out. He could divorce you. But instead he’s decided to have you sorted out. You’re a lucky girl. But of course you’ve got to be hurt. To make sure you learn your lesson.’
James Ritman was really pinching her nipples, it was excruciating. She yelled out. ‘No… ooo! Stoppit! I… I’m not going to see him… any more. No I won’t. But… sto… ooopp!
He let go of her and stepped back. Sandra stood on shaking legs, whimpering, her hands going to her aching nipples which were now sticking firmly out, bright red. She was an appetising sight all right in the little micro-skirt with the tiny apron tied in front and her long legs in the sheer white nylons. Long shapely legs tottery in the white high heels as if they might collapse at any moment.
‘Take your hands away from them,’ he told her. ‘That was nothing. We need to start something a bit more serious now. Come on.’
Her nipples still throbbing, Sandra followed him to the kitchen-dining area. Her dazed mind turned again to Martin. Surely he couldn’t have arranged this, he was basically a pleasant and easy-going person. They had been having their arguments but Sandra knew it was really mostly her fault. Because she wanted a little more excitement, wanted to go out when Martin preferred to stay in. That was why she had let Steven Canby persuade her, because it was exciting. Really incredibly exciting at times, when she let him do it to her and knowing that she shouldn’t, that she was cheating on Martin. But now if Martin had found out. And clearly he had found out.
‘Stand here and lift your arms up,’ James Ritman said in the doorway of the kitchen. ‘Stand with your legs apart and holding onto the top of the door frame. Wrists crossed.’
Sandra complied, silent but whimpering she saw he had changed his jacket for a dark sweater. But more to the point he held in his hand a leather slipper. Through her head ran the frantic thought: he was going to beat her with it… but at least it wasn’t that cane.
‘We’ll start you off with this.’ He held the black leather slipper in front of her face. ‘This first and then maybe the other, eh?’ Sandra jerked her head back as the slipper was pushed in her face. He laughed. ‘Not that it’s necessarily an easy start. A man would take the skin off a girl’s bum with this. If he put his mind to it.’
James Ritman knelt in front of her and ran his hands up under the tiny skirt. Hooking his fingers in the sides of the bikini pants he slid them down, to her parted knees. His free hand came up again, this time between Sandra’s parted thighs. Sliding up the soft inside of a thigh… She gasped as the hand took hold of her bare pussy.
James Ritman laughed softly. ‘Hot are you Mrs Morfield? I bet you were planning to have a piece of it this evening. A nice hot reaming with that other bloke’s cock. A nice hot fuck before you went home to your poor husband.’
The hand was doing dreadful things to her pussy. Sandra was moist, perhaps from being so scared and shocked, and his fingers had slid easily into her wet slit. Her hands clung desperately to the door frame because her knees were turning to jelly. The fingers were rubbing and tweaking her clit. Which was responding, enlarging. She gasped, ‘No… No I wasn’t… Please…’
The hand kept at her. Sandra couldn’t help it, it was getting her going. Automatically her hips, her desperate parted thighs, thrust back at the fiendish hand. If he kept on any longer…
James Ritman’s hand abruptly stopped what it was doing. And grabbed a handful of pussy hair, jerking it excruciatingly. She screamed out.
‘You hot bitch,’ he gritted. ‘You were just going to come weren’t you? But instead of that my lady, instead of a lovely exquisite come, it’s going to be…’ He was tucking the little skirt up at the back. To bare Sandra’s trembling buttocks…
CRACKK!…
‘Aaarraaaaggghhh!’
The sole of the leather slipper had cracked stunningly across Sandra’s hot bare bottom. In her aroused, almost-coming state it was devastating. Her hands jerked away from the door frame and she stumbled forward, falling in a heap on the floor.
CRACKKK!…
The leather swooped hard down again on her bared buttocks.
‘Get up! Get back in position Mrs Morfield. And stay there until I tell you. We’ve barely started.’
Somehow Sandra managed to get back on her feet. Stretching up again on the white high heels and taking hold of the door frame once more. The slipper cracked shockingly in again across her squirming buttocks. And again… James Ritman whipping the leather in across one buttock and then the other A rhythmic cadence punctuated by Sandra’s shrill yells.
‘Get down now,’ he said at last. ‘Now on your knees on the floor. Hold the skirt up round your waist.’
Sandra almost collapsed down. Her poor bottom felt like raw meat after maybe a dozen vicious whacks. Her head was going round and round. Somehow she was doing what he said. ‘No more…’ she heard herself gasping. ‘No more. I wo… wo… won’t.’
‘You won’t do it anymore Sandra? No more of those lovely hot fucks with that bloke? Is that what you’re saying?’ James Ritman was running his hand over her burning bottom. ‘Get your knees apart… That’s it.’ His hand slid down, between her legs. At Sandra’s wet cunt again.
‘No I don’t think you’ve learnt the lesson quite yet my lady. No, if we stop now you’d probably be doing it again tomorrow. If I let you go tomorrow that is — which I pretty certainly won’t of course. No I may have to keep you here for a while. Now get down.’
His awful probing fingers at last came away. ‘Get your hands down on the floor. Stick that bottom out. We’ll have another good go at it. This is really making my arm ache, but it’s in a good cause eh?’
Sandra was down on hands and knees. The little skirt flipped up round her waist. She yelled out as the stinging leather cracked in once more. What had he said, about when he would let her go? Oh please Jesus. She thought once more of Martin.
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Martin Morfield took another swallow of his scotch-and-water. It was his second glass and on an empty stomach — because he had still not been able to face any food — the alcohol was going straight to his head. He was in the lounge now, he had moved in there after phoning Derek Purland.
Derek had told him not to worry, to just forget about it. Sandra was in safe hands, was being brought to her senses, Martin had nothing to worry about. But where was she, he had demanded. And who was this bloke, what was his name?
Then Derek Purland had admitted —or claimed — he didn’t know. It was someone this friend of his knew but there was no doubt he was the genuine article, knew his stuff as far as women were concerned. That didn’t help, this new fact that Sandra was in the hands of a stranger, essentially an unknown quantity. ‘What does he do then?’ Martin’s voice by now was tight with desperation. ‘What… will he do to her?’
Derek didn’t know. Or at any rate wasn’t saying. ‘Don’t worry,’ he repeated. But Martin of course was just about climbing up the wall. If he knew where Sandra was he would definitely go and fetch her back. Without a moment’s delay. But… he didn’t…
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Sandra is also in the lounge. Not the lounge at Sunningdale Drive of course, this is the flat, that same flat somewhere in North London. It is now 9.30 pm. What has happened to Sandra since we last saw her in the doorway of the kitchen on hands and knees with her bare bottom taking the mother and father of a leathering? Perhaps we will leave it discreetly veiled? Perhaps we will simply say it is just as well that husband Martin does not know, just as well he has not been a fly on the wall and able to watch.
Sandra is in a dressing gown now. A white towelling dressing gown. That is all, nothing else. Those other items of clothing have been removed, she is nude under the white gown which is calf-length as she now stands in front of James Ritman who is seated on the settee.
Has Sandra been caned, on that bare bottom? Or… is it possible that James Ritman may have done something else. Could he have… taken his pleasure with her? A fuck in fact in more basic terms. You say that is not possible, not when James Ritman is supposed to be breaking Sandra of that very thing, breaking her of her indulgence in extramarital fucking. Ah but James Ritman might argue that she is here to be broken of doing it with Steven Canby and that is something else. He could argue… that a fuck (or two, or three) was part of her disciplining. Well, you can argue anything if you wish. A fuck instead of a caning perhaps? Is it possible? We don’t know. Or you don’t know. Certainly Martin Morfield doesn’t know, which is just as well. Sandra knows of course and so does James Ritman. If that has happened since we last saw her.
‘Lift the dressing gown up,’ James Ritman tells her now. ‘Up round your waist. And then get up here over my lap.’
Sandra does it. Well of course she does, she is not going to refuse anything now, not at this stage. The big blue-grey eyes wide, apprehensive, with what has happened, with what no doubt is still to happen, she lifts the skirt of the dressing gown. Steps forward. Awkwardly, because the long legs are still shaky, trembly, up on the settee and then lays herself over his lap. Her bottom is bare. Does it show cane marks? No it does not. Does that mean then…? If Sandra hasn’t been caned she has… the other…?
James Ritman is stroking the hot cheeks. There are no cane marks but the flesh is hot. Hot, nervous, like the smooth flanks of a young mare that has just been exercised, been put through her paces. The hand slides in between the trembling thighs.
‘You need another warming up,’ he says softly. ‘Something more.’
Sandra makes whimpering sounds. Squirming her hips against the hand. It withdraws from the wetness between the soft thighs. And begins spanking. Crisply jolting cracks of the hard palm of his hand splatting the two tremulous cheeks. Sandra, her face down in the seat of the settee, emits gasps, yells. It is hurting, stinging her poor bottom once again. But perhaps in the blue-grey eyes, in her spinning head, is also the thought of something else. That something else that has happened, that she has had to endure.
In the bedroom? In the bathroom? Scenes in her head, spinning, rolling. Unbelievable perhaps. She couldn’t have imagined the scenes could she? This whole business ever since he picked her up in the car park, it has been so awful that maybe she could have imagined it?
The bathroom. Standing there nude, a flannel and a toothbrush in her hands. Mr Ritman pointing at his watch again. Something that she hasn’t done quickly enough. What? She can’t remember, everything is in such a spin in her head. But… he tells her what she has to do. Bend over the side of the bath. Right over. Is she going to get the slipper again? Or the cane? No. She realises… it is something else. Something she can’t believe. Mr Ritman is… going to do something else. Fuck her She yelps out in alarm. It is the last thing she could have imagined. But… she can’t stop him. She can’t stop anything here. She grunts, gasps. He is doing it. She is being fucked. It can’t be true… She must have imagined it?
In the bedroom. Afterwards or before? Shiveringly putting on the shorty nightie. Mr Ritman will come in soon and she must be how he wants her. On the bed. Spread on the bed. Arms and legs wide. Her bottom raised on a pillow. The shorty nightie pulled up high, to her boobs. She is on her back of course. Her pussy raised. Open. Offered. Her pussy that has already, in the bathroom…?
Through her head tumble thoughts of Martin. Of Steven Canby. Fucking her. Martin. Steven. All men are like that her friend Joanne says. They all want to fuck you, that’s the only thing they really want. Sandra doesn’t necessarily believe it, well not all of them. Though naturally Steven does and she knows it’s the only thing he really wants. And certainly one or two others at work, she is in not much doubt that they would like to too. Fuck her. But all? Because if it is all then of course it would include this James Ritman. Even though presumably he’s not meant to, Martin can’t mean him to do that. Even if Martin did want her hit with a slipper, with a cane, he can’t have wanted…. the other. Fucking. Oh no. But…
She groans on the bed. Mr Ritman is there. Looking down. His hand at her. Smiling. ‘Are you hot Mrs Morfield?’ She doesn’t answer. Of course she doesn’t answer. Only groaning. His hands now at the belt of his trousers. Her breath hissing out.
On the bed. Over his lap in the lounge. Over the side of the bath. And kneeling on hands and knees in the doorway, Her head spinning. Where is she?
Where is she? She is on the bed. Yes. Spread out; arms and legs spread wide. On her back. And… she is being fucked. Who… She knows who of course. Or does she? Her head keeps dipping, spinning. Martin? Martin likes to fuck her, of course he does. He is her husband, he loves her in spite of the arguments at times and he likes to fuck her. All men want to fuck you Joanne says. Yes but only your husbands are supposed to. Steven. Steven loves to. He always wants to, all the time. But… she knows it is not Martin and not Steven. No it is this James Ritman. He is doing it to her. Here on the bed in this flat. And… it is a real turn-on. It shouldn’t be, it is awful really but…. she can’t help feeling the hot excitement of it. He’s going to keep her here… how long did he say? To hit her some more with that slipper? And the cane? And… do this. Fuck her. He’s going to keep fucking her. Martin. Does he know? He can’t know. Not this. But it is his fault. He got her sent here. To teach her a lesson. So she won’t fuck Steven Canby any more. Perhaps she will learn that lesson and not do it with Steven any more. But at the same time… Someone should have told Martin. That all men want to fuck you. Even if you are someone else’s wife. Maybe especially if you are someone else’s wife. Yes someone should have told Martin. She moans. She is coming. A big orgasm coming.

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  1. Mmm I love the ones where the naughty wives get fucked as well as spanked by men who aren't their husbands...

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  2. I'd like to know more about the rest of her ordeal. That cane must surely be employed! And then the next lesson...I suspect she is going to find that her lessons are ongoing.

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  3. Classic Blushes - lots of unwanted getting at the tits and pussy. It is important to humiliate and pinch and poke these as part of a bare-bottom punishment.

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  4. Nothing wrong with a fucking so long as it's all part of the treatment, curing the flightiness in a woman. Before reaching this stage I would recommend bringing in a 'disciplinary uncle' at the start of a marriage as in the stories A Tutor For Amanda and Amanda Disciplined (both Blushes 56, 15th and 16th December 2017 on this blog). An older disciplinarian man who can remain a firm 'friend of the family' and can be called in from time to time to deal with marital disputes.

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    1. I agree - sexual intercourse should not be wanted by the wayward teenage females. It is imposed as part of the punishment and designed to remind them that any thoughts in that direction are to be discouraged. That is the role of the friend of the family, an older uncle figure whose uninvited intimacy is entirely up to him to decide on, as disregarding of her views as possible.

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    2. 'Flightiness' indeed. A young woman should learn to be accepting of both her own and her lover's desires. She should be taught to associate her own lustful needs with discipline so that she experiences arousal when she is punished making her receptive and compliantly submissive when they wish to enjoy her. Ideally I have often felt that a straight woman should be taught this lesson by a lesbian domme.

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  5. No, no, no. This ending won’t do at all!
    There she is all relaxed with her bare pussy all expectant.
    This defeats the object entirely. And I agree with the contrast with how Amanda is correctly dealt with in Blushes 56. She is about to be sent to bed by Mr Greeley and he has made it clear that unwanted sexual intercourse is to be a big part of her punishment training. He had done it previously when Susan was confined to his house for two weeks. She had not enjoyed it, which is right as it is being used as a deterrent. She was caned either side of it. Mr Greeley has also invited a male friend to stay the night. Amanda could be very sore, inside and out.

    These matters are much clearer when you don’t have to bear in mind sending the woman back to her husband sexually obedient, as in the two stories being discussed. It is far easier when one is sent a teenage girl by her mum for a couple of weeks with a simple instruction to put her off being distracted by the advances of young boys. Here it is easy to associate the caning and the intercourse and leave the girl with a strong desire for neither to happen again.

    (The pictures in A Tutor For Amanda & Amanda Disciplined are variations of photo sets in Blushes Supplement Number 4 & Blushes 11 respectively).

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    1. Well we all have different opinions but I for one do not wish to see a young woman taught that her lusts are wrong - the opposite in fact - that she must come to accept that they are to be sated solely in servitude to her lover and that she should learn to accept sexual pleasure from the demands that are placed upon her whether sensual or disciplinary.

      A caned bottom or a public shaming should excite her quite as much as the fingered clitoris or the stiff cock inside her - whoever provides it to her - that makes her come.

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  6. Another splendid twist on the 'disciplinary uncle' theme is provided by 'Video Lessons' (Uniform Girls 38, Tuesday 26 February 2019). In that fine story, however, it is not a case of the young husband nervously seeking out an older disciplinarian figure to bring his wife to heel but the older disciplinarian figure imposing himself upon a pair of young honeymooners, bringing them both to heel as it were. Of course, he doesn't spank or physically punish the young husband (perish the thought!) but in obtaining the young man's reluctant acquiescence, and he does so in quite devastating fashion, to certain ongoing disciplinary arrangements with regard to him and the young wife, including sexual relations, he triumphs over them both.

    I very much like that idea, that of a higher caste of older disciplinarian males having rights over young married women which trump even the say-so of the young husbands concerned. In the case of 'Video Lessons' this notion is considerably helped by the fact that the events described seem to be happening in that same 'near future' world of extreme patriarchal elite authoritarianism which provides the context for other excellent stories such as 'Girl Training 1998' and 'Morning Inspection' and quite a few others. So poor Graham (the young husband in 'Video Lessons') really has no choice other than to ultimately accede to Mr Ronald Carling's 'friendly overtures' in relation to 'pretty Pam', his young wife, and quite right too!

    The story is considerably enhanced also for me by the fact that though Graham is outraged by Mr Carling's interventions, pretty Pam, though she seeks to keep Graham in blissful ignorance, knows that the encroachments of such males, in this brave new near-future world, is just a fact of life which pretty young ladies have no choice other than to accept. Hence we also hear that, unbeknownst to Graham, Pam is quite regularly screwed by her boss Mr Forton. In his office, with the door locked, and across his desk, a cold mechanical screwing whenever he wants it (with Mr Forton also taking characteristic 'Blushes-style' interest in the details of Pam's sex life with her husband.) And we also hear that Mr Forton is 'not the only one at work' to have such dibs on pretty Pam. Therefore, though Pam is surely made to suffer by Mr Carling, by the somewhat scary fact of being abducted by him, being made to undergo the rigours of corporal punishment at his hands, having to accede not only to his sexual demands but also to those, it is implied, of another older male, possibly in a group sex situation, and also facing the very real threat of being parted from her young husband forever, should Graham not learn his 'lessons', the one who is really made to suffer is Graham. That to me is a very novel and satisfying spin on this subject matter.

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    1. Personally I prefer that the disciplinary trainer be a woman - for obvious reasons - but also I imagine the ordeal for both husband and wife as she is forcefully, unwillingly, but eventually compliantly and responsively, *lesbianised* would be especially piquant!

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    2. Though, of course, ultimately, I respect all fantasies, sexual orientations and points of view, that doesn't really work for me personally. It's more of a 'femdom' idea. The only possible place for lesbianism in my world is as entertainment for gentlemen. I don't like the idea of any female having the upper hand over the male.

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    3. I have no wish to have the upper hand over any male! But 'femdom' as you describe it (a horrible americanism invented by male pornographers) is very much this girl's thing! Personally I wish every woman in the world could be unwillingly, seduced into lesbianism by the application of hand and strap and cane to their naked bottoms.

      A fanciful dream I suppose. But I cannot help imagining that poor, helpless husband wondering 'what if she ends up LIKING it'? Not only is she being disciplined and then used by this woman - but it might turn her off men for good! After all - she will undoubtedly have to return for subsequent sessions. One might almost think such a conversion inevitable!

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  7. If a lesbian lures a wife away from a 'poor helpless husband' and turns her off men for good then I would say that's about a woman having the upper hand over a man. But as I say I respect your interests and desires, and your perfect right to give expression to them here, even if they're not really what most of the stories and videos on this blog are really all about. For my own part, if any young lady on my watch were to be found indulging herself in such ways she would be very severely disciplined for it indeed.

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    1. I can assure you there would be no 'luring'! The trollop would have no choice in the matter! A soundly caned backside will have her, swiftly, agreeable to putting her tongue to use! And her husband would have to live with his wife's conversion!

      For my part any lady - whether young or more mature - would be best educated to accept that any choice with regards to her sexuality is not hers to make. That her innate preference may be for the opposite sex is entirely irrelevant apropos who she should be responsive to.

      As for: 'even if they're not really what most of the stories and videos on this blog are really all about' - I had rather taken that this blog was about the disciplining and subjugation of young women. Now whilst my preference is more towards somewhat older women - young [soccer] mothers, middle aged housewives and ladies who lunch - I rather hope that we have enough in common to avoid the sort of intolerance your comment implies.

      One might respond that if any young lady on my watch were to be found demonstrating any interest in the coarser sex she would be very severely disciplined for it indeed.

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    2. There is no intolerance. I merely pointed out that the emphasis of most of the stories and videos on this blog is on male authority over women. But even having said that there's still plenty of room for stories and scenarios in which women are the disciplinarians of other women. Where I felt you crossed the line somewhat was in your suggestion of women lording it over males. But even then I've no problem with you expressing such notions, it's just that at the same time I've got a right to disagree or express my lack of affinity with it.

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    3. No - of course you have the right to express your opinions! But should I ever meet your wife I reserve the right to spank and then ravish her!

      Of course a well warmed bottom will, no doubt, come as no surprise to her but all the other things I will have her doing afterwards, will be a terrible shock to her!

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    4. I'm quite certain you won't get very far in that direction with old Doris. She's far too busy with her knitting (and darning my socks).

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  8. What a shame. You really should be putting her to better use than that!

    Never send a man to do a woman's job!

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    1. Not at all. She knows her place and she's accepting of my little outside pastimes and interests. Speaking of which you seem to me to be someone who could greatly benefit from a firm gentlemanly hand.

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    2. How rudely presumptuous of you.

      I believe that fidelity is an important part of any D/s relationship - for both parties. If one demands obedience and servitude, and complete submission it requires a reciprocal commitment on one's own part. One must devote all of one's energies and desires to ensuring that she is kept in her place at all times.

      Philandering Tops are the lowest of the low in my estimation.

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    3. Rudely presumptuous? Me? That's rather rich coming from someone who seems to think she can sit in judgement on the relationships and marriages of others even though she literally knows next to nothing, if even that, about them. Especially rich also for someone to give holier than thou lectures on 'marital fidelity' when she openly boasts of her desire to convert wives to lesbianism and break up other people's marriages.

      You know nothing of my marriage other than what you have PRESUMED from one light-hearted comment. But I will tell you this much, my wife and I have been together for 33 very happy years and though our marriage may seem unconventional to some (though I wouldn't have expected to run into such judgementalism on a spanking website) it is actually both fulfilling and very loving. I know for sure that Doris (I made that name up as a joke but I'll stick with it) would not still be with me if she was in any way unhappy. True, I do have my 'outside interests' and yes they are of a 'disciplinary' nature but Doris is not only accepting of them, but supportive also, my "good works" she calls them. She certainly does not consider them cheating or philandering. There are no lies and deception between us, it is all above board and in the open. Indeed I often bring my 'work' home with me (though I say 'work' no money exchanges hands), and Doris is very often on hand with tea and biscuits.

      I might also add, in case you were wondering, yes, discipline is a part of our life together, Doris is an obedient wife. Nothing overly heavy but Doris knows her boundaries and not to cross them because she knows what happens when she occasionally does so - swift and very painful bare bottom punishment which she really hates but knows just has to be. It's the feeling of control that she really likes and enjoys, knowing what will happen if she displeases me. Not that my rules are draconian or silly or anything. Most of the time she finds it quite easy to behave herself apart from the odd occasion when she doesn't. But the nice thing is that she always gets a good seeing-to afterwards.

      I was rather hoping that this exchange might start to rise above the childish and tedious point scoring that has characterised it thus far but, after your last message, I'm really thinking it's time to bring it to an end. I come on this wonderful treasure trove of a blog to give written expression to my interests, give my opinions on the fabulous stories, photos and videos which grace its pages and also sometimes to enter into friendly discussion with those who share my enthusiasms. I do not come here to find myself bogged down in tedious point scoring arguments and haven't done so - until now. So that's it for me. I'm out of this particular discussion. Goodbye.

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    4. I really had no desire to offend. If I did so - please accept my apologies.

      I turn I hope you will retract your offensive suggestion that I might require the dominant attention of any member of your sex!

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    5. I apologise although the remark was not meant to be taken literally. I would hope that beneath the rhetoric of spanking fantasy etc. everyone who posts around here ultimately believes in consent.

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    6. Indeed - and in the same light neither were my observations about your Doris that so offended meant to be taken literally!

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  9. I’m not involved in the above exchange but it has strayed from the post which was about how Sandra might react to her training under Mr Ritman. I think the pictures of Sandra naked make her an acceptable looking candidate for caning. Blushes is great at making it clear that the pussy and breasts will be got at as well as the bare bottom. It is up to the individual whether the girl should be trained in such a way as to enjoy the intercourse training in a highly humiliated way. My view is they should be very uncomfortable with all the physical contact as it is part of the punishment.

    Great to see high numbers of comments and discussion.

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  10. I agree on the number of comments and was enjoying the female on female training views. Where do we all stand on arranged lesbian marriages, I can think of a number of suitable candidates!

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    1. Please suggest who you think suitable!

      For myself I'm all in favour if it! And a number of the girls who grace Strictly Come Dancing would be high on my list of prospective candidates.

      But at the top the delightful Naga Munchetty - who I would love to take down the aisle dressed in just virginal white lingerie - basque, thong and stockings and suspenders. And, once she had given her vows to serve and to honor and obey, she would receive her first caning as my wife before were retire to consummate the marriage!

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    2. The young blonde lady in Visit from the Inspector ( September 2018). Very much needs a woman to straighten her out properly, pardon the pun.

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    3. She is rather attractive!

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    4. I would propose a choice. Increasing visits from the Inspector plus a short spell in a detention centre, or a residential spell with a state sponsored governess. At the end of that she is married off to one of the governess,s female friends

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    5. A wonderful idea! Though I wonder if the governess might not run ot of friends quite quickly. I'd propose an arrangement whereby certain ladies might apply for a wife, and having demonstrated themselves capable of their bride's discipline, is matched to an available girl - or indeed woman where a more mature doxy finds herself entered into the 'programme' .

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    6. The most important thing about the 'programme' should be its unfairness and unpredictability. To start with 10 famous mature doxies could be selected by public vote for a televised six month programme of enforced lesbianism and discipline. Good luck with that Gabby!

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    7. She would certainly be on the list!

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    8. I'd like to nominate Susanna Reid.

      Now there is a woman with a bottom made for the cane and, flirty and tarty enough to be prime for training, she's perfect for a lengthy period of enforced lesbianism before being married off to a lucky woman at the end of her time under the governess' less than tender mercies.

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    9. Now as to rules;
      1.All programme candidates to be heavily made up at all times.
      2. All candidates to wear only lingerie and heels.
      3.All candidates to be clearly marked 'government enforced lesbian programme'..
      4.All candidates to be expected to serve at the governess whim and marked for performance.
      5. All candidates to be firmly disciplined at least four times daily.
      Third nominations a certain mother daughter combo from Corrie, not Gail!

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    10. How do we select which nominees are ready for marriage and when?

      I think they should be interviewed on entry to discuss their feelings about being in the programme, how they feel about becoming lesbians. After which they should be made to strip and then masturbate. They should be marked in both and disciplined accordingly. Subsequent episodes should feature then performing a range of sexual acts with each other, for the governess and randomly selected members of the public (selected by ballot). After each they will be punished and then scored.

      Of course it won't be clear whether the highest or lowest scores are the ones earning the harsher punishments!

      Maybe further voting should be held to select which subject is matched with which wife.

      Of course they will have to be interviewed at the end when they meet their wives and their weddings will be broadcast in a special show at the end.

      Further nominees: Cheryl Cole; Carol Vorderman.

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    11. It strikes me that the methods outlined in Training a Wife (16 April 19) would also apply to the training of a lesbian wife after her arranged wedding.

      The are some truths that are, perhaps, universal! A young woman is best introduced to the cane early after her vows in order to teach her her place and her duty regardless of the sex of her spouse.

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    12. I think for the first month of training the feather should be used to bring them to the edge of orgasm but not beyond. After this they should be whipped, a few weeks of this will have them screaming for release. They should be put in uniform and given basic school lessons every afternoon and put to perform with male guards afterwards. Branding and ringing should be considered. Further nominees Jenna Coleman and that Abba girls

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    13. I'm all in favour of piercings - tongue, nipples, labia, clit. I'd also recommend that they have the words 'dyke' and 'pussy lover' tattooed at the top of their thigh and the base of their spine.

      But I'm doubtful that training girls to be lesbians is a process helped by having them service make guards. In my opinion they need to learn that there will never be a man in their lives again!

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    14. Also Billie Piper...

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  11. They need to learn to service anybody they are instructed to at any time. I think head shaving and multiple piercings for the ladies plus a regular public parade

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  12. Hardly appropriate if they are competing, against their will, to be married off to other women!

    On further thoughts I think the tattoos should say 'Government trained dyke-slut' as well as 'Pussy lover'. They should also have 'Wife of xxx' on their breast.

    I would hope they would be shaved regularly as a feature of the sho .

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  13. And here's Gabby after her morning strapping heading off for her appointment with the tattooist after her clit piercing yesterday. Her bottom is a lovely, hot pink isn't it! I wonder if her pussy is wet? Later she's going to be entertaining three of the ladies hoping to marry her and she will be performing for them. Before they take turns with her.

    Let's find out how she's feeling right now.

    Gabby, how are things? Are you getting used to your new life? Excited to be getting your first slut tattoo? Ate you looking forward to meeting you the suitors tonight? Do you think they'll all want to spank you before they fuck you?

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    1. Oh - my arse is so sore after my morning strapping and I-I think I'm going to be caned again later - before I have to make myself come for the audience. I know it's going to hurt so much! But I've started to realise how lucky I am to be nominated for the lesbian programme and I can't *wait* for my wife to choose me.

      Anyway - w-would you like to see how wet I am? Or would you prefer a nice close up of my hot, pink arse! It's so sore after my strapping!

      How do I feel? Well my bottom hurts of course and my clit is sore after I was pierced yesterday but I'm dripping! I'm starting to realise that this is how it's going to be for me now - now that I've been selected for tbe Government Forced Lesbian Marriage programme. So I'm starting to hope that I'm married off to a nice, strict woman.

      Hopefully I'll convince one of my ladies I'm ready to be their wife - after they've watched me strip later.

      In the meantime I'm getting my first tattoo today and after that the public have voted to see me in a threesome with Susanna and Jenna. After we've all had our tits whipped! I can't wait! Though I think Jenna is a bit worried after her nipples were pierced yesterday! Poor girl! I know how that feels! And Susanna's just spent a month as a schoolgirl! Did you see her special episodes - she was thrashed 4 times a day! And she's got an amazing tongue - especially now is been pierced!.

      My suitors? Well I hope they enjoy watching us - so that they're really horny when they come to try me out!


      Thank you Gabby! Oh yes! You are very wet aren't you! You naughty girl! Quickly - bend over girl - mmmm - ready for the cane girl?

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  14. Tattooing or branding, there's a place for both. All the doxies should also have some lessons in the art of the curtsey.

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    1. An essential skill to demonstrate the depth of her submission while ensuring her cleavage is displayed to maximum effect.

      But of course they have to demonstrate their stripping skills as well to display their wares - followed, obviously, by a demonstration of masturbation to orgasm and ejaculation.

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  15. Having steered this back to its original discussion of how to deal with Sandra’s bottom, breasts and vagina during punishment, I am delighted to read on in the imaginative directions you have come up with!

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  16. Good, I would like a longer thread on a Visit from the Inspector ( Sept 2018). That girl needs a harder time,any suggestions welcome.

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    1. You are right. The girl needs a much harder time. I really can’t see why the Inspector didn’t enforce intercourse on the daughter. He’s just done it with mum, he should also come inside the daughter - maybe from behind as it would be uncomfortable as he thrusts against the weals on her bottom from the bare caning she’s just had. To maximise the humiliation the inspector could have intercourse with the daughter in front of her parents. That would be hard for her to take, and none of them could do anything about it because what the inspector says goes.

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    2. One might also think he should have sex with the mother while the daughter watches, knowing that what she is watching awaits her next!

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  17. She could also be 'gainfully employed'. A few sessions in the Black Cat Club would give her a good start in understanding her future role.

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    1. What might she expect at the Black Cat Club?

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  18. Yes I like your sequencing of the sexual intercourse with the mother in front of the daughter and then straight onto the daughter. And I mean straight on to the daughter - she should be in position while the mother is being penetrated
    One aspect of the inspector story which is different for Blushes is that the hapless father figure suspects the mother upstairs with the inspector is having her vagina filled after her caning. It would just be much more humiliating if the inspector did everything right in front of the others. But then again he has many more visits. The Inspector could embarrass the father figure by comparing and contrasting his experiences having the uninvited punishment and sexual intercourse with the two, saying whose bottom he prefers to cane, which vagina he prefers to come in, which woman has the best breasts etc. It’s great the mother is still young too. One of the best bits of the original story is he came to inspect the daughter but clearly the remit of the inspectorate is any female who he chooses can be stripped and thoroughly ‘inspected’.

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    1. Personally I'd like to see the mother and daughter paired in an incestuous lesbian coupling - lez 69 - after they've both both been harshly caned!

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    2. Ok. As long as they don’t want to do it

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    3. They'll learn to!

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  19. The Black Cat Club (Sept 2017) is a place where the girls are sex objects, providing sexual pleasure and gratification and caned if they don't. I think it would broaden Hilary outlook no end. Perhaps Mummy could be invited along to assist.

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    1. Ah-hah! So an ideal place for Ms Reid to make her debut!

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    2. The celebrity contestants in the Government Sponsored Lesbian Wedding show might have to spend a week there as part of their training!

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  20. Wouldn’t do her any harm. Well I mean it would! Which is good.

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  21. Can you imagine...
    Hilary dear that was the Inspector on the phone, he will be here in one hour, he would like to find you stripped to your stockings and heels standing in the corner - nose to the wall! He wants to take your training to the next stage and has instructed us to invite 12 of our neighbours to attend..what happens next?

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  22. Oh god no, he's brought Miss Ridgway with him - my new governess! 'Come along Hilary into your new uniform please, I intend to cane you and then put you to work with these good neighbours. Rest assured if they are not satisfied with your performance your bottom will know all about it.'
    'Yes you can Hilary, it's not that big and it will not choke you, suck girl, suck'

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    1. Now Natalie - come here - next to your mother - quickly girl - knickers down- bend over - show us your bottom! Legs apart girl! Now let's check - are you wet girl? Mmmm? Yes you are - naughty girl! But it's no surprise - your mother is dripping as well! Look at her girl - sucking! Oh look - she's swallowing - we're going to teach you to do that as well soon. Now Hillary move on to your next neighbor - start by licking her panties before you ask permission to remove them while I deal with Natalie.

      Note girl - the cane - 2 dozen good, hard stokes I think. Won't that be nice dear?

      And later I think I'll take both of you upstairs for a little time alone with you so you can begin your lesbian training. Your mother of course doesn't really need further training but a refresher will be good for her - she can show you how to do it.

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  23. Fleas, this girl was also in UG49, 'Reorientation weekend'. Any chance of publishing?

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    1. I'm not sure it's the same girl, but it's in the pipeline anyway...

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    2. Sorry to confuse, I meant the same girl that is in Visit from an Inspector (Sept 18). By the way thanks for the best website ever.

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  24. Come along Natalie time for walkies. Yes the neighbours will want to see your bottom displayed to them. Now stand still while I put your collar and lead on, good girl

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    1. Yes a little public display of submission - preferably with a degree of nudity - is a highly satisfactory means of training a girl. The humiliation is most effective.

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  25. I think it would be appropriate to have Natalie shaved on her morning walk, the barber in the high street puts the chair right in the window. Well he needs the light young lady you would not want him to cut you would you..

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    1. What an excellent idea! I imagine it would attract quite the crowd.

      And of course she should have to pay him for his services with her own!

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    2. Obviously her mother will also have to be shaved...

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  26. Fortunately the barber also does piercings, it won't hurt a bit Natalie and it will give another option for the leash. If you're going to make a lot of fuss I'll ask all these gentlemen to give you something to occupy that pretty mouth.

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    1. I assume that her mother was pierced previously?

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  27. I'm sure it will hurt quite a lot. But it will be worth it when she sees how pretty she looks afterwards!

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  28. It will also make her more manageable and able to be 'brought to heels more sharply. Yes Natalie it is a kennel and perfectly suitable for a big girl like you, or do you want the tawsed again.

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    1. Whether she wants to be tawsed or not is irrelevant!

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  29. Well we’ve certainly obliged the request for a longer thread on Visit from The Inspector- though we have of course put them on the wrong page. Poor little Natalie and her mum have had a lot of sex suggested for them. I still think the Inspector should have sexual intercourse with both of them as the other watches, vagina ready for her uninvited turn. I also think mother and daughter should have the Inspector’s come in both their mouths as he pulls out of mum and splashes come on both their faces. The one who swallows the least come has her breasts caned not by the inspector but by the winning cum swallower.
    As for Sandra whose story is nominally on top of all these posts - has she has been largely overlooked I would reassure her that I would have sexual intercourse with her but if she enjoys it she has to be honest and say so even though it means receiving six more cuts of the cane right across the backs of her thighs.

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    1. Well I'd like her to enjoy it with her pleasure magnified by the knowledge that a subsequent, severe strapping/caning was inevitable.

      I do wonder how Sandra's mother is? Has she also been, properly, 'inspected', disciplined and, then, lesbianised?

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  30. I feel the need to set up a proper training institute, Sandra, Hillary, the young lady from the Wayward Wife story, the young lady from Head Girls, the two girls from the Black Cat Club and Natalie. All morning lessons, with plenty of the strap and caned, all afternoon performance and assessment with an invited audience.

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    1. A very sensible proposal.

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    2. Might I propose the establishment involved in Exertion Mansion in Janus 32 (Monday, 27 May 2019) as a suitable venue for training institute? I'm sure it could house a very significant number of trainees in comfort - well not comfort exactly - rather the complete opposite.

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  31. Sounds good, the other option would be Green Gables,they are particularly tough on recalcitrant young ladies there.

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    1. Also a good idea! What is essential is that there is the necessary space and facilities to school large numbers of girls and women in appropriately submissive conduct over a prolonged period while at the same time providing comfortable accommodations for staff and visitors.

      The should be classrooms, dormitories, private and public detention rooms, a gymnasium and dance studio with changing rooms and cold showers, wide grounds where a number of trainees can be put through their paces at the same time, with an unheated swimming pool and a number of secluded spots where staff and visitors can deal with girls in peace and quiet when they wish.

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    2. Yes, naturally learning should be built around a combination of pointless belittling activities, two times table, nursery rhymes etc plus schooling of sexual nature. Pupils should write about their experiences and read them out loud.

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    3. Yes having to detail their feelings and describe both their punishments and their sexual experiences - including their orgasms - for public consumption is essential. Each documented experience will be placed in the institute's library for future reference.

      Of course physical training and punishment PT will fill a lot of their time.

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    4. And published on the young ladies own social media pages. The physical training should include mud wrestling and the vibrator equipped bike as per the Jane stories

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    5. Well of course the institute will have its own social media channels. Though that does rather take us back to the reality-TV programme concept.

      I'm still keen.

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  32. Or of course...yes,the deep,smoothly modulated tones were unmistakeably. How could Natalie ever forget. Stand please Natalie. Remove your skirt and then lower your knickers. Gilman will give you.... Looking back it all seemed like a dream, that timeless life behind the high enclosing walls, the tranquility broken by Gilman or any of those visiting gentleman -or by Mrs Blackett herself. All wielding the cane. All for the purpose of inculcting submissiveness and femininity. Balcombe Manor girls, now that would be fun.

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    1. Ah! Indeed! Behind High Walls! Wonderful! A place where young wives might return often for further instruction, discipline and the frequent caress of the cane.

      A haven!

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  33. Natalie, it's a simple choice you satisfy this lady fully, including allowing her to cane you and helping her put that strap on into you or you go back to Balcombe Manor for ever, your call?

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    1. After all - you are going to be her wife! So you'd better learn to please her quickly.

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  34. So now we need pupils, maximum of thirty with seven already enrolled, volunteers anyone . Incidentally this reminds me of the good old days of the order of the burning bott (OBB) in Janus

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    1. Sophie Fennington and Nicola Redway!

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    2. Surely 30 in each intake? The age dozens of so called celebrities who would be much improved by lengthy spells at the institute!

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    3. Good calls both plus Wendy Collings. Let's have your first dozen celebs to join them please. By the way the 'very high' fees would need to be paid for through the pupils professional services.

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    4. Helen Daniels from Janus 152 & 154.

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    5. I'd also like to add Vida Garman (as Dulcie in Janus 103) - a strumpet with one of the finest, most spankable backsides ever to grace the pages of Janus.

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  35. Well in addition to those mentioned previously by several people:
    Sophie Turner
    Kylie Minogue
    Jess Ennis-Hill
    Johanna konta
    Denise Lewis
    Gemma Atkinson
    Koni Huq
    Helen Skelton
    Karen Gillan
    Carol Kirkwood
    Samantha Janus (appropriate)

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  36. All good calls, I would also add several of the Coronation Street ladies and Simone Hyams

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    1. I do not watch Coronation Street. Please - let's have the names of these candidates.

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    2. Kym Marsh, Tina O'Brien and Lucy Fallon

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  37. To this list I’d add:
    Hayley Atwell
    Michelle Dockery
    Rosamund Pike
    Anna Popplewell
    Claire Foy

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    1. Excellent suggestions!

      Emma Watson
      Olivia Hallinan

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    2. Oh and Natalie Ridgway

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    3. Who is she?

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    4. A very sexy young lady I used to know

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    5. Ah - well good!

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  38. I'd still very much want to include Susanna Reid, Naga Munchetty, Cheryl Cole, Carol Vorderman and her daughter Kate and Billie Piper.

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  39. Nicola Redway should be first in line for bare-bottom canings and all other punishments meted out. If ever a girl needed a caning it’s her. Why Janus didn’t strip her naked to be dealt with is one of the greatest omissions.

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    1. Couldn't agree more. Her full and extensive training in the Institute would be a thing of wonder!

      Spanked in class, strapped in the gym, caned in a private room before an intimate examination. Then a lengthy spell of hard, nude, physical training in the gardens and a dozen lengths of the pool ahead of another hard caning and then a little private time with one of the governesses.

      Her daily routine would be agony!

      She would be an enormously popular girl with staff and visitors alike! Poor Nicola!

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    2. Though her last appearance in stockings and suspenders was thrilling!

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  40. 100+ comments on an entry

    Is this a record Fleas!? Well done

    (And Sandra, who this entry is nominally about, though fair of face, breasts and pussy doesn’t make my top ten Blushes girls or stories!

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    1. Great idea for an extension to this thread, top 10's. My number one girl, the blonde from Visit from the Inspector, my number one story Not Gainfully Employed, back with rest later.

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    2. 2. Both girls from the Black Cat Club
      4. Sandra as above
      5. The girl in Wayward Wife
      6. Gillian from Head Girl
      7. The brunette in Girls Government Training Scheme
      8. The blonde in lessons from Mr. Granmore
      9. And 10 to follow.
      A classroom full of opportunity.

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    3. Excellent suggestions all - but let's also hear about the regimes that await them.

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    4. Ah, the regime.
      First by way of background. In post Brrexit Britain in 2030 women's rights are a thing of the past. Women no longer have the vote and all sex discrimination, sexual harassment and even most sexual assault legislation has been repealed.
      Women between the ages of 18-40 are subject to National Domestic Service legislation and are expected to be physically disciplined both at home and in the workplace. Those who fall foul of this, like our list of young ladies above will get a sentence of between four weeks and six months at a NDS Centre.
      Uniform; gymslip embroidered National Domestic Recalcitrant, stockings, heels.
      Lessons; housekeeping, sexual satisfaction (either gender), deportment and public performance.
      Sanctions; cane, strap and handshaking at least four times daily.
      Like the Handmaids Tale on speed really.

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    5. All girls spanked when the mooring alarm goes at 5.30 before cold showers. They then dress in their day uniform - traditional schoolgirl - though skirts are shorter so that knickers are visible at all times (where a girl has been allowed to keep them) and blouse - at least a size or more likely two sizes too small. No bras.

      First - assembly with uniform inspection with any errors resulting in a strapping. Then daily punishment details with any infractions recorded the previous day sanctioned with strap and cane as determined by the head governess.

      Then morning PT - stretching etc. All encouraged with the strap - followed by morning lessons. All work scored and shortfalls sanctioned severely.

      Afternoon - further classroom lessons and then afternoon PT - conducted outside - extreme physical exertion followed by cold showers and then one on one private training with staff or selected visitors in private.

      After changing into evening uniform - mini-skirt and see through blouse with lingerie - stockings and suspenders mandatory - evenings made up of dance lessons (stripping) and further private schooling.

      All girls spanked before lights out at 8.30 except those still retained for private instruction. Any girl found out after lights out caned summarily.

      Random checks conducted through the night with any girl suspected of unauthorised sexual conduct whether solitary or with others after intimate inspection receiving 2 dozen strokes of the cane.

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    6. Lovely. Special punishments for particularly recalcitrant girls include the pub crawl - the girl is taken to a packed pub and crawls around naked offering sexual services to all. Her performance is critiqued and cane strokes awarded for any shortfall and the milkmaid- a coach load of volunteers are brought to the centre and the girl in question has to satisfy all of them orally whilst being strapped by a governess.

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    7. Sex lessons to include male and female oral pleasure, dick and dildo riding. Handjobs, fingering, tribbing, 69ing, fisting (receiving), anal sex.

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    8. And masturbating whilst being disciplined.

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    9. Yes - learning to orgasm under discipline is essential. A girl must learn to welcome the cane and the strap as much as she must learn that her body and her pleasure are not hers to control. She must learn that sexual pleasure and painful discipline are one and the same. They must always come together for her.

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    10. Classroom lessons should be conducted bare bottomed with skirts hung on pegs at the back. Any girl who has gained more than three demerits that week should be made to do her class naked. Canes and straps should be hung at the front of the room and girls assigned to Polish or oil them as appropriate. Desks should be of the old style with the addition of a large vibratory screwed to the seat which can be turned on or off by the governess or master. Written work should include a girl or woman's previous sexual experiences which are expected to be detailed and read out to the class. Famous books of Victorian erotica (Beatrice or Astrid Kane for example) are to be memorised and similarly repeated out loud, sometimes the pupils maybe asked to act out passages. Teachers are to addressed as Sir or miss with pupil standing and putting her hands on her head whenever addressed.

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    11. Whilst listening to the reading or watching any acting out those passages, or whilst witnessing classroom discipline those vibrators should be fully activated. Obviously each girl will have to remove her knickers and place then on her desk before 'taking her seat'. And any girl who misbehaves or orgasms without permission may, in addition to being disciplined, have her knickers confiscated.

      Of course any girl found in beach of the uniform rules will be punished.

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    12. Afternoon PT is conducted in the local sports ground and attracts large crowds. Girls do wheelbarrow races (wearing strapons), play fetch with a ball, wrestle, and pull small pony traps. All girls who don't win get the cane which is given to them by the winners. Yif the winners don't cane had enough they get strapped. Finally the victor ludo rum is encouraged to put on a live sex show with volunteers from the audience (up to twenty at a time)

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    13. Finally there are a couple of other areas of life in a National Domestic Service Centre worthy of mention.
      1 Enforced breeding programme, every moth six pupils per centre are selected for this, they spend the next month being regularly 'exercised' by a number of registered males until they fall pregnant. On the birth of the baby it is surrendered to the state.
      2. Before release pupils are tattooed National Domestic recalcitrant on the left buttock - below the bikini line - and have a necklace bearing the same words welded to them. This will mark them out in normal society and they can expect nervous constant physical and verbal harassment on the streets. Maybe they should wear some distinguishing clothing as well.

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    14. Why would they not still be in school uniform?

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    15. I think afternoon PT should be conducted in the grounds where all the necessary equipment can be fully available along with the (cold) swimming pool to ensure all training options are available. Use of the local sports ground should be saved for weekly public displays in which the girls can be put through their paces and can be scored, punished and attended to as required, before they perform for the audience.

      Those permitted to graduate from the Government Forced Lesbian Training Institute and entered into wedlock to a dominant wife should be tattooed with 'Approved Government Trained Dyke-slut' across her bottom. It would then be expected that she would be tattooed with, say: '(Susanna), harlot/slut/trollop/doxy/strumpet. Property of Matron/Mistress/Lady (****)' on her breast.

      Some wives will prefer their slut to be collared with something more feminine.

      A market has developed in the manufacturer and sale of gilded, jewelled collars with fine, engraved padlocks bearing the details of the girl's indenture. Similarly some wives will prefer to have a padlock though their strumpet's labial piercings.

      Clit and nipple leashes are also popular.

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    16. What is the route for those who do not graduate?
      It should be part of the new propertys routine that she should go out each day to fetch shopping. This requires her to have a chitty from her owner giving permission. Often owners forget (intentionally), resulting in the girl being picked up and put to work in a lesbian brothel until she is recovered.

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    17. If properly trained and converted surely it would be more effective I'd the girls were then sent to a Male serving brothel. That would be more upsetting for them.

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    18. Those who do not graduate have their regime intensified to include but not limited to: additional mandatory spankings, strappings and canings every day; naked PT three times a day; group lesbian sex under disciplinary supervision, public flogging.

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    19. Well Sandra has given us a lovely long thread without anybody even offering to lay a strap across her pretty little ass. Poor poppet, just as she thought we had forgotten about her from all the way down here..yes Sandra kneel up on the bed, dip your back, spread your legs, it's a dozen and then we'll see how you perform .

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    20. A strap or the cane - Sandra is all stripped off but looks far too comfortable with just a slippering and spanking.

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  41. Sandra’s bottom makes the grade too!

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    1. It is - and wide ranging. Full of interesting ideas for the disciplining, humiliation and perverting of women young and old. For myself I am struck by the idea of more mature, married women put through their paces, spanked and strapped and caned until they are willing to submit to the sort of sexual demands that they would previously have found quite unpleasant and disturbing and indeed, gross.

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    2. Not just willing to submit but be prepared to beg for and advertise. For example a woman willing to suck the mastering cock should wear a sign around her neck letting the world know.

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    3. The sign should say: Recently disciplined slut - please enjoy my mouth.

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    4. She should also be marked for performance...harshly

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