Part 2.
Next was the hairbrush. A solid looking brush which looked very menacing. With my bare bottom already bruised and hurting, Nanny decided that I deserved 20 hits of it. I complained that was too many so she said that it meant 24! What could a poor young boy do except my fate. The first 5, on alternate cheeks were not too painful but, as the series went on, they became more and more harsh. After 20 my bottom was stinging like I had sat on a nettle bush. Still 4 more to go. These landed below my bum cheeks, directly on my sit spot!
It was time for a pause and to come out of character for a while. We sat back down on the sofa and discussed how things were progressing. She remarked that my bottom was already very red bruised and asked if I was really ready to continue. She really is so professional and caring. I know that if I said I'd had enough she would have understood and the afternoon would be over. But no, I'd started so I was determined to finish!
Now it was time for Governess Brown. I returned to the bathroom and came out with my underpants up to find her behind her desk, looking as stern as she does in her videos. Shy asked me why I was sent to her and I had to admit that my French teacher had sent me to her for asking her about rude words in French, like 'baiser' and 'cul' and 'fesee'. She was horrified and came out from behind the desk and told me that it was time for the plimsoll. It was an old fashioned gym shoe, as used in schools in the 60s and 70s. She gave me 6 on my underpants, pulled them down, and gave me 6 more on my bare, naughty bottom. It was wonderful, just as I remembered from schooldays.
My arse was now almost unbearably hot but we hadn't finished yet. The next implement I had chosen was the Scottish, 2 tailed tawse! For this I bent over the gym horse. My arse was bare and ready! I really didn't know what to expect but I was soon to find out. My God, the first stroke made me cry out like a ***********. It was delivered over both cheeks and stung like fire. 14 more to come though. I gritted my teeth and entered that world that some people refer to as subspace. I was there but somewhere else at the same time. The tawse came down again and again and the feeling was like walking through wet sand, you know you'll reach dry land soon but how soon? All too soon it was over.
But there was still time for the inevitable cane. I had chosen a thicker one than last time, much to Miss Brown's approval and my trepidation. Over the horse I went again and held the legs as tightly as possible.
Whack, the 1st stroke landed. I so wanted to stand up and cry halt but no. The 2nd stroke landed just below the 1st. As the 12 strokes went on, they landed lower and lower until the 12th and last one which hit the very top of my thighs.
That's it really. We shared a cup of tea and chatted some more and then said our fond goodbyes.
The photos she took are available to anybody who sends me their e-mail address.
Finally I would recommend Miss Brown's services to anyone. I can personally assure you will have total satisfaction for all your disciplinary wishes.
Xxx.
It was time for a pause and to come out of character for a while. We sat back down on the sofa and discussed how things were progressing. She remarked that my bottom was already very red bruised and asked if I was really ready to continue. She really is so professional and caring. I know that if I said I'd had enough she would have understood and the afternoon would be over. But no, I'd started so I was determined to finish!
Now it was time for Governess Brown. I returned to the bathroom and came out with my underpants up to find her behind her desk, looking as stern as she does in her videos. Shy asked me why I was sent to her and I had to admit that my French teacher had sent me to her for asking her about rude words in French, like 'baiser' and 'cul' and 'fesee'. She was horrified and came out from behind the desk and told me that it was time for the plimsoll. It was an old fashioned gym shoe, as used in schools in the 60s and 70s. She gave me 6 on my underpants, pulled them down, and gave me 6 more on my bare, naughty bottom. It was wonderful, just as I remembered from schooldays.
My arse was now almost unbearably hot but we hadn't finished yet. The next implement I had chosen was the Scottish, 2 tailed tawse! For this I bent over the gym horse. My arse was bare and ready! I really didn't know what to expect but I was soon to find out. My God, the first stroke made me cry out like a ***********. It was delivered over both cheeks and stung like fire. 14 more to come though. I gritted my teeth and entered that world that some people refer to as subspace. I was there but somewhere else at the same time. The tawse came down again and again and the feeling was like walking through wet sand, you know you'll reach dry land soon but how soon? All too soon it was over.
But there was still time for the inevitable cane. I had chosen a thicker one than last time, much to Miss Brown's approval and my trepidation. Over the horse I went again and held the legs as tightly as possible.
Whack, the 1st stroke landed. I so wanted to stand up and cry halt but no. The 2nd stroke landed just below the 1st. As the 12 strokes went on, they landed lower and lower until the 12th and last one which hit the very top of my thighs.
That's it really. We shared a cup of tea and chatted some more and then said our fond goodbyes.
The photos she took are available to anybody who sends me their e-mail address.
Finally I would recommend Miss Brown's services to anyone. I can personally assure you will have total satisfaction for all your disciplinary wishes.
Xxx.
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