Lillian is back for her second birching, bent over my spanking bench in naked humiliation. The poor girl cries out the count as I whip her over and over, shaking in agony and brought to tears. After eighteen hard stokes, Lillian can barely stand, but she has no choice. Palms out, Lillian shuts her eyes tight as I give her a final, hard tawsing on her naughty little hands.

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A painful caning viewed in full from four angles!

Dear Prudence has done it again! Ever the troublemaker, this little miscreant will endure a day-long punishment for all the school rules she has broken. Back in my office for a hard caning, Prudence gasps in pain as each stroke hits her tender cheeks, whimpering and shaking at the knees, whilst I lay stingy hot stripes up and down her pretty little bottom.

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After a long, hard introduction to corporal punishment, Vanessa writes lines as she sits uncomfortably on her bruised little bottom. I instruct her to hold out her hands, and she recoils in pain as my tawse meets her tender palms for the very first time. Crying, poor Vanessa assumes the position over her desk, writhing about in pain whilst receiving yet another hard strapping on those bright red cheeks.

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Vanessa is back in detention again for disrespecting her teachers. Taking her firmly by the ear, Strict Miss Amber pulls her into the naughty girl’s room and strips her to the bare, bending the frightened young schoolgirl over for a hard strapping with a heavy leather tawse. As the teacher rains blows on her sore bottom, poor Vanessa can barely hold her position, sobbing and nearly hyperventilating in pain. Miss Amber is not merciful, switching to a thick prison strap which shakes the naughty girl right down to her toes. With a third and final strap, Miss Amber rains down blows on poor Vanessa, reducing her to tearful mess of agony.

Next up… the cane!

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Cecilia returns to my office for her second punishment of the day. Holding out her tender palms, she receives three stinging swats from my tawse on each of her naughty little hands. Knickers off, the new girl assumes the position over the chair for a hard tawsing on her ample bottom. I feel a bit sorry for Cecilia, whose bottom is already red and raw, however discipline must be applied, and I strap her bottom until the poor girl is shivering in pain.

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Naughty little Lily is back for her second set of twenty-five cane strokes. Bent over my desk with a muffler in her mouth, she shakes and moans after each hard stroke on her tender bottom. Miss West, ever the professional, keeps the count while holding Lily down by her hands, as the poor girl breaks down into a pitiful, sobbing mess!

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Melanie, Vanessa and Josephine have misbehaved, and their punishment isn’t yet over. Taking Vanessa’s place at the wall, Melanie leans forward in trepidation, steeling herself for a painful caning. Miss Mathews slices the air with her school cane, bringing it down on poor Melanie’s sore, bare bottom again and again, until the naughty schoolgirl’s cheeks are striped bright red. Shown in full from multiple angles, including close-up.

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In this off-camera recording from her live stream session, Miss Matthews settles in to receiving her punishment, bravely baring her peach of a bottom to receive thrashings with a variety of implements from three wicked miscreants, mad keen for revenge! Part One.

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The school to which girl students were hurrying was one of the sample achievement of socialism – a one-storey prefab box within a neglected garden, which defied, with all of its appearance, a blue and white board announcing to the coming students that St. Thomas School was founded as early as in …. . The appearance of the school expressively showed the decline which affected the Czech lands under the socialism regime: Once a proud and prestige girls’ school, whose former graduates came with a suggestion that it should be reopened immediately after the “velvet revolution”, finally gained, thanks to numerous personal interventions, its base on the outskirts of the capital city. The staff could consider this success – other traditional schools ended up even worse and all that remained was a record in chronicles and nostalgia of their former graduates. The subject of envy of those few private schools that, despite the resistance of former “comrades” firmly seated in the state administration chairs, were restored, was a few pieces of the original school equipment found in the depository of the Pedagogy Museum which created at least a hint of a feeling of historical continuity.

Generally, the continuity of traditions was a problem. It was obvious that formerly the staff only consisted of women, but the senseless laws of the European Union, to which the Czech Republic has submitted with an unwise hope for early joining, did not make it possible to reject a job applicant only for the reason of unsuitable sex. Although the headmistress tried to persuade the trade unions and the ministry several times with arguments about the tradition of the school, including a simple logic of the completely girls’ school, the officials educated by the ideas of perverted equality were rejecting her arguments with a mischievous joy. So she had to agree to admit several men as members of the staff – at least she tried to choose such men in whom the risk of close contacts with girl students was as little as possible. The men teachers were therefore, to great displeasure of the girl students, fanatics of their science, which they taught with eagerness and holy enthusiasm regarding the other disciplines as entirely nonessential for practical life.

However, this selection of teachers caused other inconveniences personified by the chemistry teacher who, despite his relatively young age, had behind him several international patents, two disasters of a medium extent, and an effaced suspended sentence for a criminal offence of general threat arising from the production of a plastic explosive in the home conditions of a single-room flat in a prefab housing estate. Whereas the schoolmistresses, enthusiastically, and the schoolmasters, at least orderly, accepted the obligation of a dignified representation of the school, the chemistry teacher silently ignored all reproofs regarding his appearance..

What was excused to the chemistry teacher, at least temporarily, was not excused to the girl students who were ordered to wear uniforms in accordance with the school regulations that included details such as underwear. Here, of course, the main role was played by the hygiene reasons, but along with them also social aspects were considered when the decision on the parts of the uniform was being made: The uniform, equal in all details, efficiently blurred the difference between those girls who were driven to school in parents’ luxury saloon cars and those who got to school using the public transport. There was a continuous fight raging between the girls and the teachers about the neatness and completeness of the uniforms. “Good manners”, at least of the class troublemakers, included putting on and adjusting uniforms in the last possible moment just before the class teacher came to make a record of the absent students and to inspect the classroom before classes started. Particularly the compulsory cotton underwear was an appreciative subject of scorn, not for the material used but for the design, which was called “knickers from head to tail”; however, only those students saw it in this way whose underwear, with its almost total absence of fabric, gave the reason to explore whether it was still clothing or only cleverly made makeup.

The moral duty of the girl students worthy of their names was also to profess “fashion stripes”: In the spirit of its best traditions, St. Thomas School introduced corporal punishments and only the headmistress herself could say how much of her time, nerves, and arguments with ministerial officials this measure took. The legal problems were finally solved by transferring some of the parents’ legal authorities to the school; since that time school offences, including offences against the regulation on the school uniform, had their “fixed rates” and, by contrast, the honour-minded students had a “moral duty” to continually have “fashion stripes” on their bottoms so as to prove how deeply they despise the observance of the school regulations. In practice it meant breaking the school regulations at least twice, so that the traces on the bottom were regularly restored by three obligatory slaps with a cane. Both sides were reconciled with this state.

However, there was a fundamental dispute in the opinion on the system of education. The school followed an easy idea: The more students will be admitted to university, the more successful the school is. University admission tests were based on testing the volume of applicants’ knowledge, and so from the pragmatic view of the school, hard drill and continuous memorizing were the basic teaching methods though it was clear to the younger members of the staff that this was not the most efficient method of teaching a young man to think and to use information. The students had the same opinion. Not because they would particularly long for quality education – they had more natural interests at their age – but because the volume of learning took successfully almost all of their leisure time.

Mr. Neruda, the teacher of the Czech language, did not rank among the young teachers, with neither his age, nor opinions. He hold an opinion that an unemployed child represented a potential trouble and he tried to protect his students against troubles. The Czech teacher ranked therefore among the least favourite, but at the same time the most dreaded teachers. From the students’ view he had quite a considerable collection of negative qualities starting with early arrivals in the classroom, through examining by which he decimated the absolute majority of the class every day, to a terrible speed at which he dictated notes to the subject being taught. His popularity was not particularly increased by his stress laid on the silence in his classes and his habit to send naughty students to a corner – though for the class “stars” this was an opportunity for various small provocations, however, dearly paid by a duty to copy notes in exercise books, which sometimes exceeded a lot more than twenty pages if Neruda was in a good condition. The students were really frustrated as it was the Czech lesson with which the school week always began.

A substantive opposite to the Czech teacher was the hard-of-hearing biology teacher Koťátko (meaning a kitty in Czech). His name predetermined him to be liked by the students and he was gently indulged by them. He almost never examined, and if he did, then he only examined those who asked him for it. In his class there was a quiet activity hardly ever exceeding the limits of his defective hearing. However, even if he could have heard perfectly, he could be satisfied: Indeed, the adolescent students’ subject of talks was biology, though strictly specialized in the details of male genitalia or in some of the less known details of the act of reproduction. So it is understandable that the students did not like the class schoolmistress’s announcement that the biology teacher had fallen ill and would be supplemented by the chemistry teacher Novák. Nor were the dissatisfied students calmed down by another announcement that the colleague Novák would try to supplement his natural history lesson with observing birds in natural conditions, however much this information led one of the students to a consideration, that “she had not seen a big bird (meaning also a cock in Czech) pretty long”, which was appreciated by an overall laughter. The open air was, from the students’ point of view, a relatively safe environment providing the mad chemistry teacher with only a little space for destructive self-fulfilment, nevertheless, one could never be too careful – the school still had in its live memory the chemistry teacher’s admirably successful experiment proving that an efficient explosive could be also made from makeup that students had been deprived of. Observing birds in the open air was associated with the necessity of going to the nearest park a and most students did not particularly like to appear in public in their school uniforms: The reputation of St. Thomas School as the only school legally using corporal punishments was generally known, so the adolescent students never knew whether to regard men’s looks at their figures as an admiration for their appearance or as a derision to their fate.

The boredom of a morning park, free of any interesting individuals of male sex, could be chased away by neither the chemistry teacher’s non-critical enthusiasm over the fact of the simple existence of living nature, nor the landing of something with wings and a yellow beak high in a tree. The destructive domino effect in the chemistry teacher’s favourite style was only evoked by a remark that “it would not be worth going outside a house, not speaking of going to the park to see such a small bird.” The remark raised a laughter and the laughter caused that the bird had flown away like mad. Consequently, the chemistry teacher exploded, considering merely leaving the shadow of his chemistry study room and exposing his body to harmful ultraviolet radiation more than sufficient sacrifice. The final consequence of the reaction was therefore a merciless massacre among the students: It took the chemistry teacher eight minutes, which left from their return from the park to the end of the lesson, to dishonour all the class calling them a pack of idiots and know-nothings ; he gave fourteen fail marks, brought himself to the verge of a starting heart attack and beat the class by saying that next time he would examine everybody again. Herewith the war with the chemistry teacher was officially declared.

The council of war about a counter-offensive took place immediately. For tactical reasons, only the class swot Dagmara was excluded from the council because her loyalty was doubted and she was not able to bring any sensible suggestion anyway as the technological procedure of the total destruction of the chemistry teacher was not contained in the textbooks. The suggestion “to copulate with him till death be upon him“ was rejected by the students as no volunteer was found willing to sacrifice herself for the interest of the whole; they also rejected the cunning strategy of “learning chemistry” by shouting words of displeasure. Finally they made a general agreement that the chemistry teacher be beaten by using his interest in experimenting and they entrusted the “general staff” of the class troublemakers, Jana Kaudlová, Lenka Hudcová and Kristýna Šmídová, to fine-tune the final procedure.

Rather strained relations prevailed among those three class “stars” in privacy and the reason was, of course, adolescent love. The girls’ idol, compelling Karel, showed his preference to Kristýna at that time and she enviously guarded him, knowing well that Jana was a serious competitor. However, their interest in revenge made personal disagreements go aside and Kristýna, changing her school uniform for something that was sexy, in her opinion, finally agreed with hesitation that she would take a talk with Karel, a student of the Institute of Chemical Technology, about some of the more interesting properties of chemical compounds. She eventually fulfilled the promise only half-way because she knew, as a well-brought-up girl, that it was not polite to speak with full mouth. In spite of that Karel’s monologue was more than inspiring and Kristýna managed to gain the necessary ingredients early in the morning before the lessons started.

Chemistry was the first subject of that day, so it was necessary to risk and break into the chemistry teacher’s study room before the lesson. Fortunately, the chemistry teacher fully kept his reputation of an unpredictable madman, so he entered the classroom both late and as usual, that is pushing a trolley full of retorts and mysterious chemical solutions. There was no trace of the hysterics from the previous day; on the contrary, muttering he even accepted a very old joke and, with his usual enthusiasm, he started to show another one of the endless number of his chemical demonstrations by which he vainly tried to awaken the students’ enthusiasm in organic and inorganic chemistry. His fascination by science did not let him notice the change in the students’ behaviour: Their usual morning frustration was replaced by the spirit of an excited expectation. If he really had noticed any change, he would have attributed it, by fateful mistake, to their interest in the experiment: “Don’t be afraid, it will just make a little yap,“ were the last words he was able to recall.

It took the staff almost an hour to manage the situation and establish at least a sort of order. Only when an ambulance left and blood on the floor and walls was washed away, could the headmistress and the class mistress with the students return to the classroom. The headmistress thought it would be good to bring the students back to the scene of the crime, about whose cause she had no doubts, and the oddly silent and dumbfounded class gave her the truth. After all, only because the students were warned beforehand and they hid under the desks before the explosion, the astonishing luck within a bad luck could be explained, if we can call a luck the fact that the explosion only hurt the chemistry teacher and did not hurt the students. The headmistress decided to compensate the deficit in the proportion of harm as quickly as possible, however, she had to wait for a boy from the neighbouring boys’ school whose headmaster she kindly asked for the provision of a suitable tool. The boy really took his time and after he was degradingly run down before the girls’ class, he genuinely appreciated his always grumpy, but good-natured and basically soft-hearted headmaster. By contrast, the headmistress, when looking at the not particularly impressively looking paddle (she expressly asked the colleague headmaster for the biggest tool they had in the school), she understood why that boy had cheekily made the five minutes’ journey between their schools take a whole hour.

The headmistress considered the paddle insufficient, but the students did not share her opinion at all. Their fright was directly proportional to the unwillingness with which they pulled up their skirts and pulled down their knickers. It was grievously clear, particularly to some of them, that the provocative adjustment of their crotch could hardly escape the headmistress’s sight. Also the class mistress experienced a degrading moment with them when it was revealed in the headmistress’ presence that most of the girls only had a hazy idea about the method of proper preparation for the oncoming punishment. Even the most courageous girls lost their courage when it was disclosed that the headmistress had decided that the punishment would be executed by the sent-for school caretaker, among the students nicknamed “Řimbaba“ (meaning a strong man in Czech) – and indeed deservedly.

The class swot Dagmara suffered. It was her whom the fellow students did not invite to their planning of the revenge, it was her who would have certainly disagreed – and it was her on whom it was decided to be the first to have to degradingly double herself over a desk. Of course, her temptation to reveal those who had actually invented the idea about the exploded chemistry teacher was strong, but when she thought about what she could expect from her fellow students if she avoided the collective punishment for the value of “betrayal”, she preferred to submit herself to the punishment.

A paddle is a treacherous tool. Seemingly, it looks almost laughable, like a chopping board or a bat used in a children’s ball game, but when it hits a girl’s bottom it has a destructive effect: with a single hit it affects most of the area and converts it into a red, burning target. And the caretaker did his best to make the tool adhere thoroughly, and for this purpose he polished it carefully with Vaseline. So the ten slaps, executed by a strong man’s right hand, had crushing effects on the girls’ physical and mental sides. Although under common circumstances any expression of weakness and pain was a welcome pretence to fellow students’ jeering, this time the painful wailing of the punished girls evoked sympathy in those who had already been punished and expected what would happen next at the blackboard, and fear in those who were still standing at their desks waiting for the headmistress’s unavoidable call.

Let’s admit, to the students’ honour, that most of them frankly tried to do themselves as little harm as possible, but only few of them managed to keep the thrashing without shouting. All of the three organizers of the revolt against the chemistry teacher stood with dignity; the tears which were in their eyes when they went to the blackboard were rather an expression of powerless anger and humiliation than an expression of pain. The others were not so brave; however, the caretaker, with his figure, did not have any problem to manage also those who tried to escape his strong right hand. Only one student tried to save the honour of the rest of the class as, in a flush of anger, no sooner had she swung her arm against the caretaker than he let her leave the desk. Her attack was led emotionally, not intentionally and luckily it ended just before a tragedy could happen.

The worst were the students whose turn was to be the last. While the crying girls with burning red bottoms comforted one another at the blackboard naively thinking that the worst was already over, the waiting students were made to look at the painful expressions of their mates. There is no wonder that the nerves of one of them did not bear that and she escaped from the classroom before the punishment could be executed. She did not make any better as all she reached was that the entire educational council dealt with heir case and she only made the situation of her mates worse.

The headmistress was definitely not quite satisfied with the punishment executed. It’s true that, except for one, all of the students stood their private troubles with dignity and discipline. Regarding this, it could be said that the school education brought some positive results, but the girls she was looking at searchingly still radiated a revolt and resistance. When looking at the red bottoms, she briefly considered what results the active application of rattan could bring to this situation, but in the end she gave in the idea of another corporal punishment and sent the girls back to their desks. Substantially more efficient would be, she thought, to punish the direct culprits and, in particular, to make the class hand them over.

The class did not resist long. Only one threat of the caretaker’s return was enough that true fright appeared in the students’ faces. It was actually a matter of who would be the first to give the culprits’ names. The swot Dagmara did not disappoint the class’s expectation and thus she redeemed the final liberation for all and they could make an exit from the school, though a rather difficult one, as they were carefully limping and touching the painful bottoms. Only the three direct culprits of the chemistry teacher’s explosion remained in the school.

The staff’s session was short. Regardless of possible police investigation and legal consequences of the students’ thoughtlessness, the staff must clearly show by an unambiguous, exemplary punishment, where the bounds between students’ naughtiness and a criminal offence were. Each of the teachers considered clearly that next time s/he him- herself could be in the place of the chemistry teacher and most teachers also knew more items of the original St. Thomas School’s equipment were preserved than it was displayed in the headmistress’s room.

It would almost seem that the photograph of the first headmaster of the school, respectfully hanging on the wall behind the headmistress’s desk, smiles with pleasure at an old massive piece of furniture brought to the middle of the room, and at the bundle of canes, though a bit dusty from the loft, but otherwise fully functional. Of course, the students perceived this situation totally differently, condemned to stand with the undesired main figures of the teachers’ revenge.

Lenka Hudcová, Kristýna Šmídová and Jana Kaudlová… The school tradition, now in the hands of the teacher of German authorized to execute the punishment on the one hand out of deference to his age, and on the other hand because of his actually being the only true friend of the chemistry teacher within the staff, came back to life with its greatest glory. The teachers, familiar with the obstinacy of these three rascals out of their own experience, were watching, with admiration and true interest, what the master tool could do if in the hands of an expert. Cheek, cold shoulder and derision were transformed, like with a magic wand touch, (the Czech teacher was almost horrified when he realized how apt this comparison was) into remorseful crying, humility, and the painful realizing of their own mistakes.

The execution lasted a long time, at least long enough for the headmistress to arrange her thoughts in her mind. She herself will certainly have to resign from her post, or at least to offer her resignation as recognition of her responsibility she has for the operation of the school. However, she was not worried about this as she had known for a long time about an offer to be a project coordinator of extracurricular activities of youth in the Brussels’ headquarters of the European Union and she had no doubts that with her experience she had a lot to offer to the Union affected by its absurdly soft attitude towards the youth. News from hospital was also encouraging: Although the chemistry teacher’s condition was serious, it was stabilized and he would probably survive his injury. She could therefore tell their colleagues with pleasure, at the conclusion of this unusual session, that she would make at least a polite visit to the hospital the next day. All that remained was to put forward the election of her successor, who would manage the school in a dignified manner. In her mind she almost made her decision, though she felt it would not be easy to give reasons to the educational office why the new headmistress was to be one of the youngest mistresses. She knew, however, that with utmost certainty this colleague would not allow to expel the guilty students from the school and would act in the same manner as she would: she would let them study, obedient, humbled, and under strict supervision, in the school as a warning. This is all right, this is how it should be. Not to avoid resistance, but to face it with courage. The school tradition will be in good hands.

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Even though it’s not as a punishment, the swats are still hard, with a paddle, for Lacy’s birthday.

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It really isn‘t a good day for the Principal. Two colleagues are ill and the substitute, Mr. Nožička, is in Prešpurk attending a study course… Simply dividing substitutes into classes to avoid major disruption of the teaching plan took him all morning. Doctor Schertel has been awaiting him for at least half an hour now, and his rheumatic knee is reminding him that he should have gone to see the doctor at least a week ago.

The knock on the door came at the least appropriate time, when he was heading towards the door with his cane in his hand and cap on his head. Of course: an unfortunate female student, ticket in hand, eyes downcast, she can barely be understood… And she keep repeating: “But Mr. Principal… but Mr. Principal… but Mr. Principal, you are mistaken!“

“I am not usually mistaken, young lady!“ growls the Principal. As if the aching knee was not enough; now an arrogant student! “And I am not used to students using that kind of tone with me!“ He really has to sort things out with her when he comes back, but an hour on her knees would do her mind good too: “Kneel down here and think about the manner, and particularly the tone that students from my institution may use to address members of the teachers’ collective!“ He slams the door behind him, perhaps harder than he wanted to.

Eulálie Cimciburková, a premier student of six B, was always an A-student, primarily due to her exceeding hard work, obedience and lack of any outside interests. Speaking skills and rationalisation really were not among her strong points. Now she was facing a problem that demanded a solution: she does not know why, but she is supposed to kneel on the board until the Principal comes back. Nor did he say when he was coming back. Hmm. She would obey as usual, but it was likely to hurt. Unless… she was proud of herself for coming up with the idea of folding the edge of her skirt under her knees as a cushion. It was tolerable for a while, and did not hurt more than the bench at church, but at church nobody wanted her to kneel for Heaven knows how long… and what if she leant her hands against the floor? There, that’s a bit better… and what if she raised her knees a little? If she regularly alternates these positions, then with the help of God she will manage to kneel…

The unpleasant feeling of cold on his bare scalp disgruntled the Principal. Of course – the cap! Heading into the streets bareheaded like some labourer, particularly in the case when his hair was hardly worth mentioning, was truly a disgrace to his age and position. Doctor Schertel would simply have to wait a while.

In a blue bundle huddled in the middle of the room, he recognises the student only after some thought. He would really like to know what these children learn at home, when they must even be taught to kneel at school: “Straighten your skirt, young lady, so it doesn’t get crumpled, and smooth out your stockings so you don’t ruin them, straighten up…“ Good, now she is kneeling like she should, but who will guarantee that she won’t start wriggling again in a while?

“The book, young lady, is the foundation of human direction,“ says the Principal, placing one but after another into the student’s outstretched arms. “If you move, the books will fall on the ground. I would have to consider that a serious dishonour to the guidance contained therein and punish it as necessary. Thus it would be far more useful for you to await me calmly and think about what, and in what tone, you want to tell me.“

Eulálie Cimciburková prided herself for never before having to confess disrespect or disobedience to her parents, or to any other superior persons. Now, however, her desire to be an obedient little girl was in conflict with her minimal physical capabilities. Physical education was not among her favourite subjects, her somersaults were always awry and despite all her efforts she could not manage a cartwheel. And now she was supposed to last with her hands outspread, burdened by a pile of books until the Principal returns. She would try, surely. She clenches her teeth when her arms start shaking. She would try to obey and resist, but the books were really heavy, it seems impossible, she can’t handle it… And they fall to the floor.

Not only are her knees bruised and sore, but who would place the books back in her arms? If she tries to lift them herself, they will fall immediately. Unless… For the second time, she is surprised at the good ideas she keeps coming up with. She decides to place the books on the edge of the table, across the corner, she will be able to lift them and move with them very carefully until she manages to kneel down on the board again without dropping them… Ooh, the skirt. Everything worked out, but she kneeled on her skirt. The Principal was unlike to overlook that. How to get it from under her knees when she can’t use her hands… And there go the books again.

Alright, something else. Books on the corner of the table, hem of the skirt between her teeth so that it doesn’t get caught under her knees when kneeling down, lift the books, turn around…

She was so scared by the Principal’s shout that the books fell from her hands, and she let go of the skirt later than etiquette would recommend. However, the Principal was not in the least interested in her lace slip and hand-embroidered stockings. He refused to hear any explanation, because from his point of view, the matter was utterly clear: he left the student kneeling in his office and when he returned, he caught her rummaging through the things on his table! What arrogance!

“Bend over!“

“But Mr. Principal…“ Eulálie again did not get an opportunity to finish her sentence. Led embarrassingly by the ear and flooded by a torrent of uncompromising orders, she chose the proven tactic of obedience, although with serious internal doubts as to whether she was acting in her favour. In the presence of the Principal, she lays down on an extraordinarily uncomfortable object, raises her skirt and turns down her stockings, decorated with hand-made embroidery according to a pattern from a popular ladies’ and girls’ magazine. Her doubts increased while listening to the Principals aggravated comments:

“We know how to successfully cure arrogance, young lady, arrogance, insolence and indecency in these times! Throughout my teaching career, I have experienced many various educational approaches, but no cure is as effective as direct application of the wicker! One day you will thank me! And if you do not, then your husband surely will!“

“All for nothing,“ sighed Eulálie in her mind, when the first blow of the reed whip landed on her rear. She also wondered why her future husband should thank the Principal, when her father bends her over his knee with the justice due to a better cause, but the Principal’s voice liberates her from this complicated problem:

“How many were there, young lady?!?“

Eulálie was scared. The Principal had caught her not paying attention.

“You mistake! Start counting from one again!“

This time she tried hard to count the blows and particularly to clearly articulate the numbers. She remembered many comments from reading and singing class, that she mumbles and can’t be understood. She honestly tried not to disappoint the Principal, although it seemed very difficult in this situation, when blows far more painful than those from her father’s belt kept landing on her rear. She was pleased how well she was handling the complicated situation, and at the same time was a bit sorry that she couldn’t cry a little. Crying generally helped her in such situations, but she did not dare start when the Principal did not mentions a word about crying.

The Principal, on the other hand, kept becoming more and more nervous. Under normal circumstances, almost every student with the exception of the rebel Šmeralová would be sobbing by the tenth blow, but the situation he found himself in reminded him all too much of tenderising veal steaks on Sundays. The glanced discreetly at the base rear – yes, everything seems to be alright on this side. Fifteen parallel welts clearly showed that he was not shunning his work. There was apparently problem somewhere en route to the head. Alright, he would give this information time to reach its destination.

“Well young lady, take this as a very temporary introduction! Name, class?“

As if the first hurt sniff appeared in the student’s voice: “Eulálie Cimciburková, six B.“

The Principal took the records with the relevant name from the shelf.

„Eulálie Cimciburková… interesting, you were here last in fourth grade… what brings you here now after two years…“

The opened envelope revealed a note, covered with careful handwriting:

“Dear Mr. Principal,

With regards to the altered geopolitical situation, please allow me to respectfully request a new globe as an aide to successful teaching of geography.

Sincerely

Václav Aujezdský,

Regular geography teacher”“

Although it cost the Principal considerable efforts, he managed to control himself for the moment. A new globe… Good Heavens! … and why didn’t the little fool say so? A pity of every blow that goes astray, of course. Moreover, this student clearly disobeyed his instructions concerning behaviour in the office, but still… An ironed handkerchief and forced cough at the last moment hid uncontrollable laughter. During documentation of the punishment, he was able to fully resume the role of a just ruler of a girls’ institution: “And above all, young lady, remember that you are obliged to speak respectfully, clearly and comprehensibly to the teachers, and myself, in order to avoid unintentional misunderstandings! You are obliged to obey orders with due care, without objections and precisely! And remember, young lady, that the Bible states that those who spare their cane harm their son, which naturally applies to daughters as well, and in general to students! A pity of every blow that goes astray! You may go!“

Eulálie thought that it would be a good moment to explain why she came to the office, so that the Principal would not thing wrongly of her, but she correctly interpreted the Principal’s threatening growl as a call for her to depart, postponed only by the obligation to arrange the books that had fallen on the floor.

The student Cimciburková left the office just in time, at least from the Principal’s point of view. The door had not even closed behind her when the corners of his mouth started twitching over the story, that would undoubtedly entertain his card partners at the pub. He was alone in the room and could finally start laughing, until tears ran from his eyes…

The knock on the door caught him in the midst of even greater laughter, but he was capable of controlling himself. At least he thought so, but he did not manage to hide his surprise at the return of Eulálie Cimciburková, particularly when seeing her tear-stained face.

“Mr. Principal, Profession Aujezdský sent me here, because as I was here I could not be at geography class, and they had a written examination and the teacher thinks I skipped on purpose so that I wouldn’t have to write it…“

At that moment, any thought of laughter utterly disappeared from the director’s mind. So they had a written examination? And Cimciburková avoided it through defiant silence? That is why she didn’t tell him her reason for coming! That was why she just mumbled! She thought that if she stayed at the office, she would avoid the examination! What a pretty lie! It was a falsehood! And she even has the insolence to claim that it wasn’t true!

“How dare you, young lady! What do you mean – not true?! Do you mean to say that Professor Aujezdský is lying?! Or am I lying?!!“

The ashtray jumped when the Principal angrily slammed his fist on the table.

“We know how to handle your sort at this institution! Bend over!!!“

Eulálie was not sure, but she had the strong feeling that the situation was not working out to her advantage. However, her words did not improve anything: the Principal was unwilling to believe her that he couldn’t do something of the sort.

“You would be surprised what all I can do! And I assure you that whatever I do for your correction will be done with the greatest diligence I can summon!“

Bent again over that bizarre object, Eulálie though that there must be an interminable number of welts from the whip across her rear. She was therefore pleased when she understood from the Principal’s words that she was mistaken.

“I will not ruin my whip on a cheater of your type! A rough sack deserves a rough patch! The whip, young lady, is an master’s paintbrush, with which the artist finishes the last touches on his work! But you remind me more of a roughly whitewashed wall, on which it is necessary to apply the base colours! But don’t worry, we have plenty of experience with that at this institution and during exchange we work with foreign institutions! Yes, young lady, foreign!“

The director was pleased in a particular way that he had acquired such an opportunity to try the new instrument, which had been delivered only yesterday by the postman. He had not even managed to study the manual in detail, but he deeply trusted his pedagogical experience. At the same time, he could not resist boasting at least a little: “My colleagues from Scotland sent me this! They have achieved excellent results!“

Suddenly, he faltered. He remembered that there was something in the manual about preparation before initial use… Of course, proper greasing. The oil was enclosed in the package and he had already prepared it with his characteristic diligence.

He doused the leather instrument in oil twice, to make sure he didn’t neglect anything. If its proves useful, he would introduce it as standard equipment at the school. In his mind, he was already preparing a thesis for the presentation at the next school meeting. His tense excitement could not be dulled even by the student’s incapability of adding twenty-five for the falsehood and twenty-five for insolence, although her answer of “a lot“ was correct, from the aspect of formal logic with regards to her position.

The manual to the instrument indicated described, explained and depicted the correct position of the executor in detail, but it took the Principal several minutes before he was satisfied with the measured distance. It did not disturb him, on the contrary. The explicitness of the manual suited his taste for pedantry.

Eulálie was trying to do two things at once, which fully occupied her intellectual capacity. Firstly, she was carefully counting the individual blows, and secondly she was closely studying the feelings on her behind. Finally, she decided that they were more like her father’s belt than the Principal’s whip.

The director was displeased. Acoustically, the instrument in his hand was excellent and highly exceeded the whip, and it made a very serious impression visually, as far as he could tell. But somehow it had little apparent effect on the strange student. She counted with an uninterested, almost calm voice… He must be doing something wrong. He suppressed the desire to look into the manual. He must handle it with his experience!

Eulálie was sincerely sorry that she did not realise in time whether she could cry. It seemed to her now that her father’s belt was not this painful. She tried at least to concentrate on careful counting. It helped a little.

The Principal was sweating. He was sure that if he had the whip in his hands… But his colleagues from Scotland claimed that they have excellent experience with it! And he had another twenty-five blows to go yet.

The heat in the jacket was intolerable and he urgently needed to check the effects of the instrument. They were visually interesting, that was true, the mistake must be in the girl after all… He decided to perform the test of the new instrument until the end, even at the price of imperfect educational effect.

Eulálie was pleased by the Principal’s praise, although she was not sure what it meant when somebody was called truly unique. She would have to look it up in the dictionary. In the meantime, she tried her best not to disappoint the Principal, although it was far from easy during the second series of twenty-five that she received. She resisted crying out loud, although it took immense effort, but tears were running. She hoped the Principal wouldn’t notice.

In the meantime, the irresistible thought that something must be wrong crept into the Principal’s mind, and it certainly could not be the instrument in his hand. It seemed that the student before him was composed of two independent parts: one was being educated very duly, judging according to the welts, while the other was calmly counting the twenty-fifth blow.

During preparation of the camera, he unbelievingly assures himself that the lesson was clear on the behind at least, but doubts were gnawing him. He almost systematically made a record, directed the student to the board, although he had to honestly admit that in her case there was little change in the emotional expressions one encountered with other students, and when he was certain that she was sufficiently occupied with herself, he discreetly opened the drawer and took out the instrument. Suddenly with the greatest effort he suppressed a curse over the feeling that the tawse manages to extract during a light slap over the hand.

Urged on by strictly scientific interest, he went to inspect the traces of the instrument on the student’s behind once more. Visually, they really corresponded to the description written by his colleagues, but as far as function was concerned, it really wasn’t a convincing experience… and they praised it so… Well: an Austrian cane is an Austrian cane!

Pedagogical disappointment made the Principal so nervous that he actually let the student go prematurely. If she had eavesdropped behind the door, she probably wouldn’t have understood the incongruent exclamations “Scotland! Excellent results! Lakes! Men in skirts!“, but the click of the stove door would leave her with no doubts about the fate of the instrument, which would make sitting with her friends most unpleasant for at least two weeks.

“Golden Austria, Golden Austria…“ from the Principal’s lips sounded like a definite epithet over the possibility of enriching Austrian pedagogic science with foreign experience.

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Sarah thought she could get away with showing up late to her new aunt’s birthday party, acting like she didn’t want to be there. But her mom and auntie had other plans. They were furious with her rude behavior and decided to teach her a lesson she’d never forget. In this intense spanking film, Sarah is punished by both her mom and auntie, each taking turns to discipline her with their hands, hairbrush, strap, and finally, the dreaded cane. The punishment is brutal, and Sarah’s tears are real as she struggles to comprehend the consequences of her actions. This film features a strict and unforgiving punishment, with Sarah receiving a thorough spanking from both her mom and auntie. The tears are real, and the punishment is severe, making this a must-see for fans of authentic domestic spanking films.

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As the story of the “Stalin” movie unfolds, you will be brought to the former Czechoslovakia of the 50s; the reign of the communist regime was at its highest. Similarly to any other totalitarian regime, that time was full of absurdity, oppression of ill-fated individuals by the government and its agencies, and also terror, inflicted for example on impeccable young female students. Anyway, the power the political commissars had was virtually unlimited and ordinary people simply had to collaborate with the communists. Only a few individuals kept their independence and honour. Our young female hero was one of the few. She was a daughter of an executed political opponent, which was a grave sin by that time’s standards. She committed a very bad act along with her three fellow students – she modified a photo of Josif Vissarionovich Stalin, published in Rudé Právo.

The movie starts when the girls are led to the Headmaster’s. The Headmaster is an old fashioned gentleman, but under the political commissar’s pressure, he has to investigate the case. The commissar, a hard-core communist, pushes the Headmaster to “investigate the offence” and insists on the hardest punishment. Having discovered that the whole incident was started by Boženka, an educated girl, but inconvenient to the regime, he would preferably summon the Secret Police (StB) immediately to arrest everyone who participated. Only after the Headmaster calls to the commissar’s attention the fact that the arrests would not stop with the girls, the impromptu investigation committee agrees on a solution.

The girls are caned by their class teacher. The teacher is not pleased with having to carry out the execution, because the decrial the girls have to endure in front of her and in front of the two men is truly degrading. But no one except the commissar suspects the worst – StB is called anyway – to arrest Boženka, whom he, as it seems, wanted out of his facility at all costs. The sentence is declared. Girls have to take off their regulation skirts and panties. Boženka is even forced to stand in front of her executor naked. Each of the girls gets 50 strokes with a cane; Boženka is punished even twice. Because it is her who is punished first, everyone can see that the punishment is very painful. Poor girl starts to weep after a few strokes. But her teacher has to execute the punishment until the very end. Girls change place and are beaten mercilessly. The Headmaster corrects any deviation from the prescribed posture. The perverse political commissar checks that the punishment is strict and merciless. After all girls have been punished, Boženka is punished for the second time. Her blood red bottom becomes the target for another 50 strokes. Her sobs change to bawling. It is obvious that she suffers beyond words.

The viewer can witness 250 cane strokes on naked girls’ bottoms! Immediately after the students have left the Headmaster’s, Boženka is arrested by StB agents. Crying, she is led out in handcuffs. Where will she end up?

You can get an insight of how the story might unfold in the next part of the movie. The dungeons in StB offices and palaces harbour hideous secrets. So much violence, so much oppression was committed within the communistic prisons and work camps. What exactly happened in there? Get ready for the next movie. Until then, enjoy a perfect spanking movie set in the former Czechoslovakia of the 50s, when the country writhed under Soviet tyranny.

Deutschland: Stalin

40 min czech., engl. Untertitel

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Dilan is a pupil at the adult punishment school and she is in deep trouble. The school trouble shooter has summoned her and is questioning her bad behaviour. It turns out that this young lady is just plain lazy, well this and some other things which will emerge later. To start the discipline session Dilan is placed over the knee and spanked on her white school knickers before these are removed for a good, hard and prolonged bare bottom spanking.

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Stripper Spanks Stripper Part 2 – Dancer Ten catches her co-worker Lilia (Lilia Spinoza) going through her purse and stealing money. She’d suspected that someone was stealing her earnings, and now the girl has been caught red-hand. In exchange for Ten not telling Ed, the club owner, and getting Lilia’s beautiful butt thrown out, Ten decides that Lilia needs to pay with a red butt. After a long OTK spanking (featured in part 1) Ten decides that Lilia hasn’t had enough. She whips out her red leather strap that she dances with on kink themed nights and goes to town on those buxom cheeks. She shows no clemency as Lilia screams as she lays the leather into her for a solid 4 minutes. Finally she decided tat Lilia has paid her debts, but then Big Ed walks in. He says “If anyone spanks anyone at his club it will be HIM”. He offers Lilia a choice: 8 with his heavy wooden paddle for the $8 she stole or she would loose her job. Lilia opts for the former and bends over, stretching her globes high and tight for Big Ed’s punishing hand. After 8 of the best without showing any leniency, he adds insult to injury by making her stand in the corner, her red butt showing, and having her think about what she did.

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It’s been a few weeks since Essie has seen her Step-Sister in Law Sarah Stern. They did not part on the greatest terms as Essie and Alora had been at war and were both asked to vacate the house. Essie left immediately but Alora managed to convince Sarah to let her stay. This enraged young Essie who felt like she had been usurped by her rival for Sarah’s affections. Essie was so angry that she had hit Alora with her car and driven away!

Sarah is totally unaware of this but has been looking after a bed bound Alora since her release from hospital. Essie is delighted that Sarah has invited her around but is not so impressed when she finds out that the reason she has been summoned is because Sarah wants to go out and needs someone to look after Alora! Sarah cannot believe just how bratty Essie is being. She berates Essie for her terrible attitude. Essie can’t help but pull faces and roll her eyes, she hates Alora and certainly does not want to help look after her. Sarah warns Essie to stop acting like a silly spoilt . She reminds Essie what happens to fully grown women who act like entitled little princesses but Essie is so consumed with jealousy that she cannot help herself.

Sarah realises that the only way to deal with this is to regress Essie back to mode and the best way to do this is to haul her over the knee for a hard hand spanking. Sarah sits herself down on the spanking chair and is soon smacking her Jean clad bottom. It is not long before the jeans are pulled down and the spanking continues first over her sexy underwear and then onto the bare. A knicker inspection reveals that they are wet! How embarrassing that a fully grown woman can’t even keep her knickers clean. This also means that Sarah is going to smack her naughty bottom even harder.

Eventually a very sore and sorry Essie is allowed to stand up and rub her reddened cheeks. She is made to stand in the corner and given strict instructions to look after poor Alora whilst Sarah goes out. Has Essie learnt her lesson?

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Anty is a brat, nobody can argue with that. Except perhaps Anty, who loves a good argument. Here, she is bent over the kitchen table while I spank her with the switch, crop and cane. She is very cheeky, and is lucky to have caught me in a relatively relaxed mood, otherwise she could have received many more strokes for her cheekiness. She takes a good spanking, and her bottom turns a lovely shade of pink throughout.

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Who can resist seeing girls in short shorts getting spanked? This film was a custom request for seeing girls spanked in naughty short shorts, the type Daisy Duke might have worn. Very scanty and very sexy… the girls brought their shortest shorts and enjoyed showing off their bottoms, still red and glowing from a previous film. They then were asked to remove their skimpy shorts so they could receive a final spanking and paddling of the day! Features some of America’s hottest spanking models, you will not want to miss this!

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Daddy’s big hands slap relentlessly on her pink bottom. Ashley Lane clenches and grimaces through the pain. Stopping to soothe her poor bottom, she is slathered with oil. Humiliation will make her punishment more affective. Her naughtiest hole is prepared with generous amounts of oil before a stainless steel plug is inserted in her asshole. A spanking continues as she moans in pain and humiliation. The plug in her bottom preventing her from clenching. She whimpers and shame as she is punished.

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