The smack

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.

9 Responses to “The smack”

  1. Brian Macleod Says:

    Over his knee again, pyjama pants pulled down, awaiting a good smackbottom this time. Obviously, young madam’s previous slippering did not have the required effect. What a sweet little bum this girl has, and we can only hope that we have the opportunity to view its condition once Sir has turned that darling little tail into a pair of ripe tomatoes. No doubt there will be much squirming and wriggling with a good deal of tearful squeals during her smacking which, one hopes, will continue for shall we say at least a half hour and not neglect the inner slopes of this young saucebox’s bottom. All in all, a delightful depiction of a young girl’s well-deserved punishment

  2. Pauline Says:

    Another beautiful image.
    Thank you,

  3. Oh man, what a beautiful image! That is really really good and I think is one of my favorites I have ever seen.

  4. How jealous I am;I am now 70,and the chance of having a beautiful naughty girl over my knee so that I can give her a really good spanking are remote to say the least.At least I have the memories and experiences to remember.Oh happy days!!

  5. This is I must say is one of the most delightful spanking images that I’ve seen in all the many years that I’ve been into spanking. Is this from a video or photo set that I can aquire

    • jasonoak Says:

      @John – These are all original photos. There are more in that set which will gradually go online 🙂 And thanks for the kind words. I wish there was more photography of this kind out there.

  6. What a thrill it is to have one’s hand descending repeatedly on lovely buttocks like these. Of course giving a good caning is fun, but there is something so intimate in hand-to-bottom contact

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