Schoolgirl's memories (by Annika62)
I was raised with corporal punishment. An awesome time. The discipline belonged to our life. It was normal and right.
When I had to be disciplined I had to go to the principles office. Often together with the head boy and a teacher. There I had to strip totally naked. It was important that I was naked. I had to feel vulnerable and ashamed. And of course I would feel the punishmemt better. Naked I stand in front of the witnesses and was lectured. They all stared at my naked body. Dread excitement let me shiver. Then I had to lay down on a metal frame with cross beams. It felt cold. My body was free in the air, I felt the breeze from below. They saw my tits hanging free, trembling. They fastened my arms and legs and leather around my back to fix me. They told m again that this is necessary. Girls need strictest discipline. Then I was punished with a leather strap or cane. I screamed in pain, I tried to twist or wriggle but I couldn't escape the strokes.
Sometimes a girl was chosen just for maintenance discipline. I had to strip naked in class, was marched nude to the principles office with a few boys and girls of my class. There they explained how important it is to raise and educate girls very strict. I was restraint to the punishment frame. I felt so afraid, so humiliated. But I knew it was necessary so I never fighted against it. I laid my down freely to be disciplined. Then the principle and the head boy took birches which were soaked with salt water to keep them fresh and flexible and took position left and right from the metal bench. Then they began to hit me in a steady rhythm. I groaned in pain and could only hope it took not too long every time.
When I had to be disciplined I had to go to the principles office. Often together with the head boy and a teacher. There I had to strip totally naked. It was important that I was naked. I had to feel vulnerable and ashamed. And of course I would feel the punishmemt better. Naked I stand in front of the witnesses and was lectured. They all stared at my naked body. Dread excitement let me shiver. Then I had to lay down on a metal frame with cross beams. It felt cold. My body was free in the air, I felt the breeze from below. They saw my tits hanging free, trembling. They fastened my arms and legs and leather around my back to fix me. They told m again that this is necessary. Girls need strictest discipline. Then I was punished with a leather strap or cane. I screamed in pain, I tried to twist or wriggle but I couldn't escape the strokes.
Sometimes a girl was chosen just for maintenance discipline. I had to strip naked in class, was marched nude to the principles office with a few boys and girls of my class. There they explained how important it is to raise and educate girls very strict. I was restraint to the punishment frame. I felt so afraid, so humiliated. But I knew it was necessary so I never fighted against it. I laid my down freely to be disciplined. Then the principle and the head boy took birches which were soaked with salt water to keep them fresh and flexible and took position left and right from the metal bench. Then they began to hit me in a steady rhythm. I groaned in pain and could only hope it took not too long every time.
5 年 前
