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Spanking & Caning in London with Miss Elsa Svenson

 

Archive for March, 2012

 

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Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries…the last entry.

Monday, March 19th, 2012

Thurs­day 21 January

What a topsy-turrvy day  It started in the worst pos­si­ble fash­ion when I slipped on the ice in the school drive, fell and sprained my wrist. Matron gave me a pain-killing injec­tion, but as it was my can­ing arm, I could tell I would be badly hand­i­capped if I had to admin­is­ter cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment. The same thought must have struck Bracken, who was sent to me mid-morning for cheek­ing the geog­ra­phy mas­ter, Mr Con­tour. I could see him sim­per­ing as he stared at my can­ing arm, which was ban­daged and in a sling. What to do? Though I say it myself, I came up with an absolute brain­wave, ask­ing my way­ward sec­re­tary Celia if she would do the hon­ours. From the vigour with which she laid on the stripes – six absolute scream­ers – she is obvi­ously a nat­ural. I must use her again next time my arm is sore.

This, sadly, was the last of Miss Blackstock’s diary entries. I don’t know why she sud­denly stopped keep­ing a record of her days as head­mistress — or even whether she remained as head­mistress. My the­ory, after exhaus­tive research, is that she may have mar­ried and moved south of the river. Records at the Maryle­bone Record Office for that year indi­cate that a Miss Black­stock got mar­ried to a Mr Rod­well from East Dul­wich in the spring of that year. That of course would have made Miss Black­stock Mrs Rod­well, as it was vir­tu­ally unknown for mar­ried women to use their maiden names pro­fes­sion­ally. What did Mr Rod­well do? Did they have chil­dren? Were they very much in love? One can only guess. But I do find it sig­nif­i­cant that, by 1957, there was appar­ently a Mrs E Rod­well  SCO on the staff of the Penge Penal Insti­tute, only a short bus jour­ney from East Dul­wich. SCO stood for Senior Cor­rec­tion Offi­cer, so it looks as if the head­mistress who had wielded the cane and strap with such vigour on errant school­boys may have found a new out­let for her skills. Cor­po­ral pun­ish­ment was still used in some bor­oughs of South Lon­don in the 1950s: not just in schools, but in other, quasi-judicial con­texts. I am doing my best to unearth doc­u­ments relat­ing to the Penge Penal Insti­tute and, if I am lucky enough to find some, shedding light on Mrs Rodwell’s role there, I will post them on this site in due course.’

A New Story Competition!

Sunday, March 18th, 2012

Miss Svenson’s spank­ing story competition!

This is how it works you must get cre­ative and write a spank­ing story which includes Miss Sven­son and with a new twist also Miss pren­der­gast. It obvi­ously must be your own work and you must agree to have it pub­lished on my web­site. If you wish you can include a draw­ing or a photo but it must be your own copy right. The best story will win a free 40 min­utes spank­ing ses­sion with two strict ladies. Please send your story on a word doc­u­ment marked story com­pe­ti­tion to me and we (Miss Pren­der­gast and I) will pick the lucky winner.Deadline is 1st of June but I will start pub­lish­ing sto­ries as soon as I get them.

Come on boys and girls…what are you wait­ing for this is your chance to show us how good you are!

 

From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:

Saturday, March 17th, 2012

Tues­day 19 January

Will boys never learn? I had put up a large notice on the board, enti­tled SOCKS, warn­ing boys that any­one who didn’t wear the school socks in the pre­scribed fash­ion, pulled right up, could expect ‘seri­ous con­se­quences’. Did I have to spell out what I meant? Not twenty-four hours after I posted the notice, I caught Ross Junior – one of the dim­mer boys in the Remove, which is say­ing some­thing – with his socks around his ankles, sum­moned him to my study, flexed my cane, told him to take down his trousers and he had the cheek to look sur­prised, even indig­nant! I gave him six of the best for not wear­ing his socks prop­erly and four ‘extras’ for being a total moron. Harsh, but effec­tive, I fancy, judg­ing from the tears welling up in his eyes.

 

From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:

Saturday, March 17th, 2012

Sun­day 17 January

One of my most reward­ing days in my entire teach­ing career. Peter McEl­waine, who left last sum­mer and now has a well-paid job in a local build­ing soci­ety, came round to have tea with me and, in the course of a most cor­dial con­ver­sa­tion, THANKED me for not spar­ing the rod! ‘I hated it at the time,’ he told me, ‘but the great thing about you, Miss Black­stock, was that you never flogged a boy with­out good cause. Firm but fair: that was your motto.’ He then reminded me (I had com­pletely for­got­ten the inci­dent, I am ashamed to say) of the time I strapped him for run­ning in the cor­ri­dor. ‘I’ve never run in the cor­ri­dor since,’ he said, with a cheeky wink. Was it my imag­i­na­tion or was their nos­tal­gia in his eyes as he con­tem­plated my leather strap, hang­ing in its usual place?

 

From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:

Friday, March 16th, 2012

Fri­day 15 January

It is still the first week of term and I have had to deal with a most dis­con­cert­ing inci­dent in the show­ers. I heard gig­gling as I was pass­ing, went to inves­ti­gate, and to my absolute hor­ror, found Watkins and Wrig­glesworth, whom I had given six of the best not half an hour before, com­par­ing their stripes. Unbe­liev­able behav­iour! Call me naive, but I had always imag­ined that a boy unlucky enough to be on the receiv­ing end of my senior cane would dis­play a decent pen­i­tence for at least the next twenty-four hours. This almost boast­ful parad­ing of well-marked bot­toms seemed dis­re­spect­ful of the entire process. I gave the lit­tle toer­ags a fur­ther six of the best apiece, with plenty of fol­low through, but how do I know they won’t go off and com­pare the NEXT set of marks? I feel almost phys­i­cally sick at the prospect.

 

From Miss Blackstock’s Diaries:

Friday, March 16th, 2012

1 Jan­u­ary 1953

I don’t nor­mally believe in New Year’s res­o­lu­tions, but this year I am so bloody deter­mined to raise stan­dards at this school, how­ever much phys­i­cal pain it causes some boys, that I have made THREE res­o­lu­tions which I intend to keep scrupulously:

1.       There will be no sec­ond chances. As soon as I have warned a boy about his behav­iour once, that’s it. Any rep­e­ti­tion of the behav­iour that has got him into trou­ble and he can expect six of the best with the cane, pants down, no ifs, no buts.

2.       I must use my hair­brush more. For some offences, the cane or strap is NOT nec­es­sar­ily the best rem­edy. Some boys respond bet­ter to an old-fashioned, no-holds-barred, over-the-knee spank­ing with a wooden hair­brush – with no limit on the num­ber of strokes. You just spank them till they are beg­ging for mercy, basically.

3.       I must be pre­pared to pun­ish my sec­re­tary Celia WITHOUT MERCY until she gets the mes­sage. It is vital she remem­bers who is boss.

 

A new assistant!

Friday, March 2nd, 2012

My new assis­tant Miss Pren­der­gast had her debut this week and I am pleased to say it was very suc­cess­ful. She is nat­u­rally strict and under­stand the Miss Sven­son phi­los­o­phy very well. She will be avail­able to assist me in fur­ther ses­sions on request.  She will mainly act as an inter­ested observer who can keep a close eye on the boy and his reac­tions to the pun­ish­ment but she can also join in and help me with the spank­ing if nec­es­sary. If you would like to book a ses­sion with Miss Pren­der­gast present please con­tact me through the con­tact page.