Review by Sgt. Major Kane
The modern world may not find it fashionable to say so but girls are sweet, impressionable young things. The way they docilely follow clothes and shoe fashions tell us that. One year it’s heels, the next it’s flats.
It is not therefore surprising(is it?) to find that when left to their own devices girls have a tendency to follow the lead of those they look up to?
At Bellington Academy this has always been true. Our aim is to raise impressionable girls here. Girls who are girls and not the type of modern types of apparently ‘know their own mind’.
Take Victoria, for instance. As Head Girl, she has been taught that when someone does something wrong at the Academy they get a spanking.
Like when her room-mate, Rita, decides to read her diary. Reading someone else’s diary is wrong. And that demands a spanking.
The problem is that Victoria is not a teacher. Victoria is just the Head Girl. And Head Girl’s don’t get to spank. Teachers and the Headmistress get to do that.
Head girls and all the senior girls, as we all know, are there to receive, not to give. That mantra seems to have somewhat slipped Victoria’s mind on this occasion.
Victoria is not a stupid girl (Catherine has cornered that particular market at the school) but Victoria’s report card does regularly indicate that she has a tendency to be ‘absent-minded’.
What hasn’t slipped her mind, however, is how to discipline Rita. Being head girl she sure knows how to dish it out; investing a certain red to that delightfully, caramel shade of her fellow student’s utterly beautiful backside. Thankfully, Miss Svenson, always on guard, always patrolling, discovers such shenanigans in good time to bring Victoria painfully to task. Handing out an over the knee spanking to show Victoria just what is what.
One can almost hear the voices of the loyal readers of the school newsletter enquiring with undue concern as to whether that was ‘lesson learnt’?
Have no fear, readers; thankfully, it isn’t!
And those clamouring voices become noticeably happier when we realise that attending the school the following day is not only our wonderfully astute, staff member, Miss Matthews, but the equally alluring site of one of the school’s most imposing Directors, Lady Fortescue-Smythe.
Her presence and looks are alone enough to stir the attention of a goodly number of the school’s devoted followers with her auburn hair pinned up and back and a stare that could burn throughwalls.
She is also not averse, despite her upbringing, to show off a stockinged thigh or two. In that regard she has the look championed by the stricter, mature ladies that regularly occupy the unhealthy minds of countless numbers of grown up schoolboys and girls.
But she’s not at the school to entice some of the parents.
She’s there to see how things are progressing at the school.
It just so happens that discipline is to be meted out and, thankfully, as part of the school’s attention to due diligence the good Lady is there to see it handed out in the most appropriate way! And boy, is it!
Young Rita, a bit stroppy whilst being told off (but that’s just nerves – the look on her face when she realises knickers must come down is a delight) (and clearly a girl who doesn’t know the first thing about respecting another’s property) is soundly spanked both over a protracted period of time and Miss Matthew’s lap.
The expression on Rita’s face, post-smack, while she’s made to stand beside Victoria is a delightful profile in appreciating the hot water she is now swimming around in.
And all the while, in the background, sits a nodding, Lady Fortescue Smythe; quite happy to see a proper hard hand spanking when it is being handed out, whilst, no doubt, harbouring a resolute interest in taking charge herself.
Rita is first over the good Lady’s nyloned thigh. She was a reluctant lass, wasour Rita. Full of beans before her first spanking; now contrite and compliant.
It’s a beautiful transformation.
The same expression could be used to describe the way her bottom bends and stretches over the Lady’s lap.
What follows is another transition, from slightly refreshed caramel to a freshly spanked bum that our Lady gives her.
The Fortescue-Smythes did a wonderful job in raising their daughter, clearly.
Hers is a very high hand action and beats Rita’s backside with a plimsoll with a rhythm that is fast, hard and ever so effectively targeted. Ah, if only the good Lady would attend the school more often, I hear you all pine.
My thoughts exactly.
But, loyal readers, our Directors are all engaged in furthering the aims of the school outside and beyond the school walls; and their diaries don’t necessarily permit the indulgence of having them on site to witness chastisements on a daily basis.
Much as we would wish they would! Although I am sure with some persistent questioning and probing some future visit can be arranged.
On the day in question, Lady Fortescue-Smyth was there to offer both a hand and a hairbrush or two in supporting the good work of Miss Matthews when both Victoria and Rita are bent over their school desks.
Following this the Lady is there to witness the delivery of some of the hardest cane strokes that Miss Matthews has ever delivered onto the firm cheeks of the errant Victoria.
That’s just the thing about our Directors. They turn up to the Academy, taking time out of their busy diaries and then finally get to stay the whole day to make sure that ordered is being restored and the girls are being dealt with correctly.
Now, that is what I call a devotion above and beyond the call of duty.
Aren’t we lucky to have ladies such as Lady Fortescue-Smyth on our Board?
Miss Matthews is flabbergasted that Rita would steal, annoyed that Victoria would punish her and completely convinced that the best thing for both is for them to be soundly spanked and thoroughly thrashed in the school yard following class.
And that, with unerring accuracy is just what she does.
Hard, focused strokes of the cane is what Victoria needs and they are what she gets. Miss Matthews is not one of those crazed sadists. No, not at all.
She displays care and consideration for her charges throughout. Making sure that they’re not unduly struck she positions herself legs astride, knees bent in order to bring that cane down on the most painful part of the girl’s posterior!
And when she’s firmly in position … whack! She lets the girl have it. That’s a studied and focused approach to discipline that. But it’s crucial!
If a girl steps out of line, especially one of Victoria’s seniority, she needs to be given a dose of the cane. It’s the only language the girls know and the only language they understand.
Miss Matthews is flabbergasted that Rita would steal, annoyed that Victoria would punish her and completely convinced that the best thing for both is for them to be soundly spanked and thoroughly thrashed in the school yard following class.
And that, with unerring accuracy is just what she does.
Hard, focused strokes of the cane is what Victoria needs and they are what she gets. Miss Matthews is not one of those crazed sadists. No, not at all.
She displays care and consideration for her charges throughout. Making sure that they’re not unduly struck she positions herself legs astride, knees bent in order to bring that cane down on the most painful part of the girl’s posterior!
And when she’s firmly in position … whack! She lets the girl have it. That’s a studied and focused approach to discipline that. But it’s crucial!
If a girl steps out of line, especially one of Victoria’s seniority, she needs to be given a dose of the cane. It’s the only language the girls know and the only language they understand.
Victoria has done wrong, Victoria gets thrashed. Victoria is chastised. Sorry (this time, there’s always going to be another occasion) and her parents suitably happy with the good, sound work that the school is doing in producing the type and quality of girl that makes us so proud of Bellington Academy.
And we are so very proud of the girls produced by the school, aren’t we? We are after all lovers of traditions here.
Traditions where girls are respectful, beautiful creatures, not the obstreperous, over-bearing types that dominate our hopeless ‘modern’ world. Our girls know their position: try asking a ‘modern’ girl what her position is and talk of shattered glass ceilings will soon befuddle and confuse both teller and listener. If only they had all gone to Bellington! Ah well, one can but dream.
Which just leaves us with the answer to the question ‘what is Victoria’s Secret’? The answer is clearly ‘that she can take a stern thrashing from two lovely ladies’.
Secrets no more!