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Archive for October, 2011


The Best Birch Competition– third photo by Claude C

Sunday, October 23rd, 2011


The Best Birch Competition– second photo by Michael48!

Friday, October 21st, 2011

The Best Birch Competition– first photo by Lordy!

Monday, October 17th, 2011


The Best Birch Competition!

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

I think we all need a lit­tle cheer­ing up in these rather gloomy days so I decided to start a new com­pe­ti­tion. Go out in the woods, a park or any­where else where you can find some good mate­r­ial for a very stingy Birch. Make one and send me a photo.†I will pub­lish the pho­tos here and the best Birch photo will win..well yes a good birching!The dead­line for this will be the end of November.




From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

Thurs­day 31 Decem­ber 1952

And so another year comes to an end. Itís been a strange twelve months. Look­ing at the offi­cial school pun­ish­ment book, I see that I have admin­is­tered 118 strap­pings, 33 on the bare, 48 can­ings, 18 on the bare, and assorted other pun­ish­ments, all of which left their mark. The slip­per would nor­mally be at the milder end of cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment spec­trum, but I shall not quickly for­get young Knox, after a mere eight swipes with slip­per, beg­ging, beg­ging me to stop. Who did he think he was fool­ing? I had promised him twelve swipes with the slip­per, and that was what he going to get, how­ever sore his bot­tom. I laid on the last four like an aveng­ing fury. Result? Knox has been a paragon of good behav­iour ever since. If I have learnt any­thing this year, it is that it is bet­ter to thrash some­one too hard than not hard enough ñ itís the best deter­rent.
The other curi­ous fea­ture of 1952 has been the way my daffy sec­re­tary Celia has TWICE had to be reminded, through the rat-a-tat of my cane on her back­side, that I donít put up with non­sense from any­one. Fin­gers crossed, I will never have to deal with her in that way again.


From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

Mon­day 21 Decem­ber 1952

…the last full day of term and noth­ing more oner­ous to deal with than the school carol ser­vice. I wore my aca­d­e­mic gown for the occa­sion, the boy scrubbed up nicely, there was a Christ­mas tree in the school hall and the whole atmos­phere was serene and stress-free, until… I could hardly believe my ears!!! Two fifth-formers, Cook and Atkin­son, were singing a ver­sion of Good King Wences­las that was so coarse and smutty and gen­er­ally obscene that I could see Matron blush­ing ñ and sheís a hard woman to shock. I waited until the ser­vice was over, made a lit­tle end-of-term speech thank­ing the boys for their efforts dur­ing the term, then added, with men­ace in my voice: ëI am afraid Cook and Atkin­son are dis­hon­ourable excep­tions. Could they please present them­selves in my study imme­di­ately?í I donít like thrash­ing boys with the strap in Christ­mas week, trousers down, but needs must. My strap was warm to the touch after­wards ñ and I dare say their back­sides were, too.

Spanking story competition 2 — the winner is.…

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

entry 14 by Phillippa!


Just to make it clear …the story with high­est aver­age votes is the winner.