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Story: The Colour of the Cane

Posted in Bedtime, Black and white, Cane, Images, OTK, School, Writing on July 21, 2012 by jasonoak

(c) April 2012

Is fascination always part fear? The dark. The unknown. The horizon. Did those early explorers, who sailed over the edge of everything they knew, feel both terror and euphoria?

And can my own memories, as clear now as they were thirty years ago, be so easily explained thus? That uneasy mix of fascination and fear that centred on two things: it – the cane; and him?

Or should I concede a further third dimension to those sepia tableaux that I summon often?

That third, forbidden part of the picture whose existence surprises me, appals me – thrills me – even still? The eroticism. The deep sexual colour in which the whole scene is bathed. The velvet of the curtains. The orange of the flames. The ochre of the stick. And the searing red of the lines he branded upon me.

In the end, is it not all about those colours?


Eighteen. And terrified. Like a cartoon villain who had run too far and fast and found herself over a clifftop before realising her doom. Stuck for one cruel moment between the assurance of what had been and the knowledge of what would come. The instant before her fall, with awareness suddenly complete of the misery that awaits. That was me.

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The Master’s point of view

Posted in Bedtime, Black and white, Images, School, Victoriana on July 5, 2012 by jasonoak


Clover – A portrait

Posted in Bedtime, Images on June 7, 2010 by jasonoak

The smack

Posted in Bedtime, Home, Images, OTK, School on June 2, 2010 by jasonoak

And so, at last, the chastisement began. After two days of waiting and half an hour of scolding, the condemned felt the first pain of punishment. Vivien’s buttocks clenched briefly and then relaxed.

Varley’s spanking technique – which had been perfected over almost a decade on many, many female bottoms – was characterised by a savoured care and control. He took his time over the spankings, resting his hand between smacks and he never, ever, lost his temper. He would tap the offending buttocks once, twice – to prepare the waiting girl – and then he would bring down his palm fast, SMACK!, onto the flesh. As the buttocks registered the pain, Varley would return his hand to the girl’s waist, giving time for the pain to build across her rear. When the bottom relaxed again, and when the red of his handprint started showing on the girl’s skin, he returned his hand to the bottom, tapped it again, once, twice, sometimes three times and then, SMACK!, would bring it down again.

So it was that Vivien’s second chastisement over Mr Varley’s knees proceeded. Every twenty seconds or so, the silence of the study was broken by a violent SMACK! While the other girls in her year slipped into bed and sipped cocoa, chatting softly to their roommates, Vivien paid the price for her foolishness.

For while her campaign over the past six weeks, to antagonise teachers with the goal of returning to Varley, had been successful, it had hardly been wise. Lust had guided her, along with an ill-conceived faith that the headmaster would never truly hurt her (for was there not, just the slimmest chance, Vivien had asked herself over and over, that he could like her – in that way?). But as she lay in disgrace across his lay, her bottom a salutary red, her misplaced hopes were dashed. Each strike of his hand eroded the fantasy further. As the sounds of chastisement bounced from the walls again, and again, and again, until thirty smacks had been delivered to the waiting rear, Vivien’s misplaced romantic imaginings were gradually bought to an end.

Black knickers

Posted in Black and white, Images, Knickers, OTK, School on May 19, 2010 by jasonoak

The slipper at bedtime

Posted in Bedtime, Home, Images, OTK, School on May 18, 2010 by jasonoak

Clover and the ruler

Posted in Bedtime, Black and white, Images, Knickers, School on May 16, 2010 by jasonoak

Alone with the birch

Posted in Bedtime, Images, School, Victoriana on February 25, 2010 by jasonoak

If looks could kill…

Posted in Images, School on July 28, 2009 by jasonoak


She eyed him as he lifted the cane – the senior cane; the only one for a sixth former. He whipped it through the air, once, twice, thrice; each cut deliberate, prolonging the inevitable agony. As he did so his eyes dropped to the bare curves of the waiting bottom. It angered the sixth former still more. To be hit was dreadful enough; but to have his lecherous eyes drinking her nudity was still worse. But it was, as ever, his prerogative.

The shame, the shame

Posted in Bedtime, Black and white, Images, School on June 27, 2009 by jasonoak


It was not like he had not given them the chance to mend their ways; just a month before he’d had them in his office again, to warn them that if their behaviour didn’t change then ‘more severe measures’ would inevitably follow.

But their behaviour had not changed, of course: their back-row disruptions and irritating childish giggling reported to him by no fewer than three members of his staff.

Unfortunately for the girls in question, Mr Varley was neither a man who renaged on a promise, or one who tolerated ongoing disruption; his loyalty was, first and foremost, to his staff.

Thus it was that they found themselves in his office, before bedtime on this cool October evening, pyjama tops already folded away and trouser bottoms resting uselessly around their feet. Blushing with the sheer shame of it all, they took the tongue-lashing from their Headmaster, before the much crueller, and much more effective, lashing that followed.


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