Reader's photos

Posted at 23:09 on 24 Oct 2011 by Pandora / Blake

Tags: cane, kink, other pictures, readers photos, school uniform

How are you? The start of this week sees me neck-deep in code for Dreams of Spanking, which is progressing slowly but surely (although less surely than it would be if I wasn't also contending with moving-house admin, social organising, overdue tax forms and other tedious miscellany obstinately getting in the way of the work I SHOULD be doing). Still, the site build will get done, and hopefully I'll have a clear run at it at least one of the days this week before I go and visit Tom in his new crashpad this weekend.

In the meantime, I thought I'd share with you some photos readers and correspondents have sent me lately.

This one is a rare glimpse into the exclusive world of the Geneva Ladies College, sent to me by its Headmaster, Mr Woodrow Anders. Looking at it I can feel my palms become clammy in sympathy:

These next two were sent to me by my friend John after one of his encounters with a play partner, including some "Californian-style" caning (one of my favourites ever since the delightful Zille was kind enough to introduce me to the technique!) I think partly he wanted to show off his handiwork, but also the fine-looking derrière of his lady friend T, whose age he challenged me to guess:

I have to admit, I wasn't expecting it when he told me she was 63. Although perhaps I should have been? After all, I know many scene ladies, those in their primes and those approaching mature age, whose bottoms are far more toned and shapely than mine. Which makes sense - the older I get, the more care and attention I pay to my health, and the more exercise I do, so perhaps my physique will continue to improve with age as well.

Either way, I certainly intend to still be taking canings well into my old age, and I can only hope that my play partners will still find me spankable for many years to come.

Comments

What a beautiful well cane bottom and Pandora you have a well tone and beautiful bottom lady........:)

Bryan

What a fine looking bottom that lady has, both before and after the cane. Of course age is no barrier to the enjoyment of c.p. although I must admit that I always assumed I would grow out of it someday. I never did and I'm into my fifties now. I wonder if I will still be being punished when I am in my sixties?

On the contrary, I seem to be getting kinkier as I age! At this rate there'll be no stopping me by the time I'm 60 ;) I very much hope we're both still being punished at that age and beyond!

Wow, a spanko florist - that opens up a whole world of options!

I suspect it's not just the canes that are giving Pam that tense body language, but the sight of the Headmaster's hands folded on the desk...

Good point! I didn't even notice him, since the girl, and her awkward, pigeon-toe stance had my full attention.

He seems to be tracing his fingers in a red book...the punishment ledger, perhaps? Is the girl's awkward fidgeting due to his reading of her previous offenses, and her knowledge that THIS time, it will be the cane?

In any event, from her pose, that lovely bouquet of canes is where she seems to be staring. Forget-me-not, indeed!

Very well spotted . It is indeed a red punishment ledger that I have maintained for the last 20 years. Her fidgeting is more due to the fact that it was not her first time on Friday Detention and very pleasingly this was not her last time either !

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pandora! The photoshoot started as an idea I shared with Woodrow. Beautifully executed, but alas, with a stand in for me! Geography conspired against us, but I'm sure my time will come and I will share those pix with you! Meanwhile Headmaster Woodrow has sent his Deputy HM to deal with me!

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pamela! The attention to detail stands out from that image alone. It's amazing how much atmosphere can be evoked without either of your faces being shown. Thanks for being kind enough to let me share the photo!

Very well spotted . It is indeed a red punishment ledger that I have maintained for the last 20 years. Her fidgeting is more due to the fact that it was not her first time on Friday Detention and very pleasingly this was not her last time either !

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pandora! The photoshoot started as an idea I shared with Woodrow. Beautifully executed, but alas, with a stand in for me! Geography conspired against us, but I'm sure my time will come and I will share those pix with you! Meanwhile Headmaster Woodrow has sent his Deputy HM to deal with me!

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

I love the photo of the young lady compelled to sit in front of the basket-of-canes. I wonder if the florist makes arrangements like that?

In any event, I'm sure the contemplation will do her a world of good. You can tell by her awkward pigeon toe stance (and the way she's already rubbing her poor bottom in expectation) that the psychology of the situation is doing her a world of good.

I featured you in a Halloween story, by the way, so please check your e-mail, as I'd like to send it into the spanking library soon. Thanks for the blog, and looking forward to your site!

Wow, a spanko florist - that opens up a whole world of options!

I suspect it's not just the canes that are giving Pam that tense body language, but the sight of the Headmaster's hands folded on the desk...

Good point! I didn't even notice him, since the girl, and her awkward, pigeon-toe stance had my full attention.

He seems to be tracing his fingers in a red book...the punishment ledger, perhaps? Is the girl's awkward fidgeting due to his reading of her previous offenses, and her knowledge that THIS time, it will be the cane?

In any event, from her pose, that lovely bouquet of canes is where she seems to be staring. Forget-me-not, indeed!

Very well spotted . It is indeed a red punishment ledger that I have maintained for the last 20 years. Her fidgeting is more due to the fact that it was not her first time on Friday Detention and very pleasingly this was not her last time either !

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pandora! The photoshoot started as an idea I shared with Woodrow. Beautifully executed, but alas, with a stand in for me! Geography conspired against us, but I'm sure my time will come and I will share those pix with you! Meanwhile Headmaster Woodrow has sent his Deputy HM to deal with me!

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pamela! The attention to detail stands out from that image alone. It's amazing how much atmosphere can be evoked without either of your faces being shown. Thanks for being kind enough to let me share the photo!

Very well spotted . It is indeed a red punishment ledger that I have maintained for the last 20 years. Her fidgeting is more due to the fact that it was not her first time on Friday Detention and very pleasingly this was not her last time either !

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pandora! The photoshoot started as an idea I shared with Woodrow. Beautifully executed, but alas, with a stand in for me! Geography conspired against us, but I'm sure my time will come and I will share those pix with you! Meanwhile Headmaster Woodrow has sent his Deputy HM to deal with me!

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Love the new feature! HM Woodrow takes great pains...pun intended!...in setting up scenes so beautifully with gorgeous implements and ideal surroundings. And he's always impeccably dressed. I need another session soon!

Good point! I didn't even notice him, since the girl, and her awkward, pigeon-toe stance had my full attention.

He seems to be tracing his fingers in a red book...the punishment ledger, perhaps? Is the girl's awkward fidgeting due to his reading of her previous offenses, and her knowledge that THIS time, it will be the cane?

In any event, from her pose, that lovely bouquet of canes is where she seems to be staring. Forget-me-not, indeed!

Very well spotted . It is indeed a red punishment ledger that I have maintained for the last 20 years. Her fidgeting is more due to the fact that it was not her first time on Friday Detention and very pleasingly this was not her last time either !

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pandora! The photoshoot started as an idea I shared with Woodrow. Beautifully executed, but alas, with a stand in for me! Geography conspired against us, but I'm sure my time will come and I will share those pix with you! Meanwhile Headmaster Woodrow has sent his Deputy HM to deal with me!

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pamela! The attention to detail stands out from that image alone. It's amazing how much atmosphere can be evoked without either of your faces being shown. Thanks for being kind enough to let me share the photo!

Very well spotted . It is indeed a red punishment ledger that I have maintained for the last 20 years. Her fidgeting is more due to the fact that it was not her first time on Friday Detention and very pleasingly this was not her last time either !

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pandora! The photoshoot started as an idea I shared with Woodrow. Beautifully executed, but alas, with a stand in for me! Geography conspired against us, but I'm sure my time will come and I will share those pix with you! Meanwhile Headmaster Woodrow has sent his Deputy HM to deal with me!

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Pandora - love the new 'Readers Photos' section! It is interesting that my friend T now has a better, more shapely and well-rounded bottom now than when we first met some 25 years ago. I am sure much of this is down to the fact that her CP preference has gradually switched from a Top to a Bottom over the years. Numerous spankings, floggings and canings have certainly toned up this part of her body. And she says she has no intention of stopping her guilty pleasure just yet!

Very well spotted . It is indeed a red punishment ledger that I have maintained for the last 20 years. Her fidgeting is more due to the fact that it was not her first time on Friday Detention and very pleasingly this was not her last time either !

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

Hi Pandora! The photoshoot started as an idea I shared with Woodrow. Beautifully executed, but alas, with a stand in for me! Geography conspired against us, but I'm sure my time will come and I will share those pix with you! Meanwhile Headmaster Woodrow has sent his Deputy HM to deal with me!

Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

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Hi Woodrow! Thanks for the response, and I think it’s awesome that you’ve maintained a punishment ledger for the last twenty years (“Memories…like the corners of my mind…”)

I love the ritualistic aspects of roleplay punishment: the patronizing scolding as she stands in front of the Headmaster’s desk and examines her shoes, the bending, flexing, and ceremonial test swishes of the cane, and, of course, the bureaucratic recording of the miscreant’s name, misdeeds, and sanctioned punishment in the official ledger.

Recording her name in the ledger is almost a punishment itself. The ledger underscores the fact that while shameful punishment maybe frightfully important to her, in point of fact she’s simply another snotty nose delinquent who has to drop her knickers and bend over the Headmaster’s desk for the cane. How deliciously reductive to record her name and the number of strokes in the ledger, where it can be forever enshrined with the other truants, woolgathers, and smart alecs on the roll of shame.

I can hear your voice as you scribble: “Let’s see… Blake…Pandora…impertenance again, eh Blake? Let’s look back…Ah, your 3rd offense! That will be a ‘baker’s dozen’ this time, Blake! That, and an hour of corner time standing on the center table in the lunchroom, should help you break the habit!” No wonder the poor girl looks like she wants to sink into the wooden floor. (Nice polish, by the way!)

Your ledger reduces her myriad of conflicting emotions and the most mortifying experience a young woman can undergo to a simple equation: Disgraceful behavior = Humiliating Punishment. Congratulations on maintaining a ledger that is always in balance!

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