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That moment of tension and defeat ! I decided I had to invent a past and just keep the good real bits. I'd set myself against time but I knew time could give a little and even make life worth while. So back at the school reunion I'd met up with a girl from my class. She knew about an awkward day for me and I couldn't easily brush that aide and think she'd forgotten it. I'd been sent to the room and told to wait. The way I'd seen girls sent there. Then the terrirfying sound of the cane as it whipped through the air and the sound of its dreadful impact to the girls behind and the immediate girls distress and bitter cries, but that was something girls did and maybe I'd get a warning and be let go. But I soon found that that wasn't going to happen and when the teacher had got the class busy with their task I heard her footsteps coming down the hall. It was time and a real life kick to the guts and she knew her ways, a bitch, a righteous bitch and a headstrong bitch too and probably making amends for the disappointment in real life from rejection. She was a stale bitch too and now she prompted me in a hurried way to position my posterior in a way for her to get at. The class was all head down looking industrious but straining their ears. And this girl was one of them and she had a delightful wistful smile and I guess she was teasing me about that day. I laughed too, to dispel the awkwardness of what was happening. The teacher made me count them out loud and I'd fall into that same mood exactly when pleasing my dominatrex. Even the same salty taste would return in my mouth and tight dryness in my throat. She had me bent over enough so the thin cotton of my pants were flush against my ass cheeks and her aim was good. And every stroke delivered to the same spot so I had a painful red stripe to inspect when I did get home from school. My eyes teared up despite my intentions and the wicket cuts from the cane made me cry out. The class heard that. They decided they didn't want that and it made them better students. More respectful. The feelings from that day stayed with me and would return at night and even enter my dreams. I was back in Victorian times and they'd decided to use the industrial revolution to modernize their practices and join belts and pulleys onto the spanking machines so they could be driven by steam engines and make more efficient the machines designed to flay the asses of the students. Mainly those that had fallen behind and the day could be typically an English one cold and wet outside but inside that large red bricked building it was the sound of confusion and the b*ys were allowed to voice their opinions and distress as loud as they wanted and they competed with the sounds of the grinding gears and clutches. When the machine briefly halted I was shown to an empty space on the rack and a b*y was drawn away clutching at his pants. Some of the b*ys were left on too long and the frail clothing would separate allowing the cruel whips to contact the b*ys flesh directly and the asshole would get it too. They tightened the straps that held me then the machine was set into motion again. I soon found how venomous those stinging whips were and I tried to work my wrists free. But I couldn't and the machine was sped up and the room became full of a chorus from the b*ys protesting in unison. You could cuss any way you liked and it just got lost in the crowd and I found that had a purifying even cleansing effect on me and later that night I'd drop into a relaxed frame of mind. (catatonic?) I too applied myself to my work with more vigor. I felt the need to achieve. To even become apprenticed to learn a trade.  Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!  |
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Yes revolutionary the way it made good citizens. Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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breaking the rules = discipline punishment
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I've had to count like that......it's hard not to get confused!
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breaking the rules = discipline punishment Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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I've had to count like that......it's hard not to get confused! Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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You deserve a proper ass whuppin, making me run all over the damned alt planet trying to find you!!! Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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You deserve a proper ass whuppin, making me run all over the damned alt planet trying to find you!!! Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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You'll have to wait in line sweetie, I've got the taxman on my trail. That's twice this millennium!!!  Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Again???? That's twice this millennium!!!  Got any honey, honey?Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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