At Miss Maxwells School of Correction insolence shall not be tolerated. This reprobate was caught touching himself in class under the desk and must be punished. I lay it out for him in simple terms....... punishment means pain..... My pleasure means pain. Pain I expect and pain I will enforce..... I am dressed in a leather pencil skirt, tight white shirt and high patent black heels. I instruct him to offer Me his hands. Using a very stiff wooden paddle I teach his wandering fingers some respect. The sound of the wood wrapping on his skin is very loud. I move to a tawse and he is told to hol...

At Miss Maxwells School of Correction insolence shall not be tolerated. This reprobate was caught touching himself in class under the desk and must be punished. I lay it out for him in simple terms....... punishment means pain..... My pleasure means pain. Pain I expect and pain I will enforce..... I am dressed in a leather pencil skirt, tight white shirt and high patent black heels. I instruct him to offer Me his hands. Using a very stiff wooden paddle I teach his wandering fingers some respect. The sound of the wood wrapping on his skin is very loud. I move to a tawse and he is told to hold both hands out for Me. The leather slaps down hard, nipping the flesh repeatedly until he turns a delightful shade of crimson. Pants down and the dirty pervert is wearing ladies knickers, stolen no doubt. I choose a heavier tawse and set about his cheeks with the unforgiving instrument. he remains quiet but the shaking of his body ensures Me the pain is almost intolerable, his knees buckle and he struggles to remain composed........ good! This was never going to be easy, he must suffer...... and he will!!!!!