Posted at 12:40 on 10 Jan 2007 by Pandora / Blake
These are the pictures from GBS that got me pounced on and viciously, unfairly caned on our return home on Monday. It was this one in particular that pressed both of our buttons: the image of the chastised schoolgirl sent back up to her room after her punishment, her sore bottom humiliatingly exposed, hiding her face in shame.
I'm not sure exactly what it is about this image that gets me so excited. Somehow an image of a girl walking back upstairs is far hotter for me than other "aftermath" pictures, such as standing in the corner, or (Tom's favourite) standing with cane held between reddened cheeks. I think it's the implied normality that turns me on so much. Girl is summoned down from her room to be punished; punishment is inflicted; girl returns upstairs to continue whatever she was doing before her summons, but in a much quietened state of mind.
Perhaps for a particularly shocking misdemeanor, a schoolgirl might be sentenced to repeated canings - 12 strokes every morning for a week, maybe. She would be obliged to report to the Headmaster every day before classes. She wouldn't have been able to eat much breakfast for nervousness; she would be shivering, not quite awake. She would be very aware of the tender bruising on her bottom from the previous days' punishments. The strokes would be hard, brisk, applied without ceremony and far more shocking in her vulnerable just-woken state. Afterwards she would troop upstairs trying desperately to hide her tears, return the cane to its rack, straighten her uniform and hastily get ready for classes. She would need to start thinking about her studies, try to put the pain and shame of the morning's discipline out of her mind.
Until the next day.