We’re spending this weekend at Lowewood boarding school, and the night before we were due to set off Abel beckoned me over his knee. He was holding a lovely short tawse that had just arrived from eBay, and I willingly presented my bottom to him to find out what it was like.
But this wasn’t a simple spanking: he actually had a disciplinary purpose in mind when he started to warm me up with his hand.
“Well, Sylvie,” he said, using my school name. “How are you going to behave at school?”
“Really well, sir!” I eagerly replied, my behind tingling from the first few swats.
“You will, won’t you?” He picked up the tawse, which is light, stingy and warmed my bottom in two seconds flat. “And you know what will happen if I get bad reports about you from the teachers?”
“Ow! Yes, sir! I’ll get punished!”
“Yes, you will,” he swung the tawse harder, and I had to bite on my lip to keep from yelling. “And it won’t be with this tawse, will it?”
My heart clenched in apprehension. In that moment I genuinely believed that Sylvie would be the best-behaved girl in the whole school.
A few final stinging strokes, and the spanking stopped. I rubbed my bottom and planned my imminent transformation into the ultimate good girl.
It remains to be seen for how long these good intentions last.
Soooo. Were you the best behaved? Or did it wear off too soon?!
I think I probably was among the best behaved, though hard to say if I was *the* best one. I kept thinking about making my guardian proud. Soppy, I know.