The Knicker Inspection, Continued
Photos — By Adele on 26 September, 2006 10:10 pmTo supplement last week’s discussion about schoolgirls and knickers, here’s a teaser from a photoset of mine Northern Spanking have started to publish this week. The picture is of the note I had to deliver to the Headmaster.
(That’s after I had to write it myself, too. I’m my own worst enemy. *g*)
I’ll post some of the more interesting stills later in the week. If you don’t like grey gymslips, knee socks and hand-tawsing, come back next week. ;)
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I haven’t done any hand work yet. You have my utmost respect!
Oh and mine too Pandora – I used to do it and don’t anymore, so greatly admire the very few girls on the scene who can do it, and not only that, seem to like it!
I’ve *done* it… I imagine I’ll do it again… but I refuse to say that I like it! However after having my feet caned my perspective on getting my hands tawsed certainly changed a bit!
Bailey – owwwwch! I thought having my thighs and calves caned was bad enough … and that was for pleasure rather than profit!
oh ladies, it’s nowhere near as sore as having your feet or thighs caned!
*sits back and feasts eyes on the party of babes in the comments*
Yes, I suppose I’m glad to have had my feet caned *once* just to have the experience. However I’m also glad to be done with the experience, and I have every intention of ever repeating it! Ever.
I had the tawse on my hands just once a couple of years ago.
He made me sit up on his desk, and pull my skirt right up so that my thighs were bare. He then made me place my upturned palms one on each thigh. If i moved my hands away the strap would hit my thighs which would have killed, so i took all six but it bloddy hurt loads!.
I said never again after that and have kept to it so far.
Pandora – calves??? Say it ain’t so!
Lucy – I don’t know which is worse, the hands or the thighs… I think the cane on the thighs is easier than on the hands, but the tawse on the hands is easier than on the thighs. If that makes sense. But then, tawses are evil on the whole :)
Bailey – you mean, like a proper foot caning, with hard strokes etc? I’ve had a light, tapping sort of foot caning, and it felt quite nice, but I can’t imagine being able to take any real *pain* there…
Emma, that’s a hot thing to do. I had to do the thigh thing once too, it nearly killed me LOL But the memories are great
Adele – just with a little whippy cane. I was bent over with my head on the pillows and he was switching me rhythmically with a thin cane, every so often laying a harder stroke in among the light ones. Strokes that had faded by the next day on my thighs and bottom stayed for a week on my calves, big egg-shaped bruises with white lines through them!
It felt quite nice, though, once I got over the shock. Like thighs, but more muscular…
Hmm, I think it will have to remain your special supergirl power. ;)
I’ve had my calves rulered, and the ritual around it was *very* nice. I had to roll down my knee socks myself, which is a nice variation on taking down my own panties. But I could *not* process the pain as anything other than pain, so nobody’s touching my calves with anything again. *shudders*
Adele,
I’m sure that mean ole Coach did not hit my feet with the cane anywhere near as hard as he would hit my bottom with it. However, it was an extreme amount of pain for me. Definately not the nice kind! I really really struggled to process it, and I don’t think I’d do it again. It was quite intense!
That maybe be a somewhat belated comment (I just began to read your blog recently), but I loved your hand tawsing pictures so much that it finally made me gather the courage to ask my beloved do it to me (well, with a belt since I don’t have a tawse, but anyway). I have to say that I found the combination of the genuine fear which inevitably comes from being able to see it coming (unlike spanking!) and knowing the severity of its impact with the exquisite pain, added up to intensely erotic (and addictive) experience. I also found it somewhat more intimate, with my hand resting on my husband’s warm hand, palm up, presented for what I want to call “my just desert” (or, as he would call it, “imaginary domestic discipline”), struggling to gather the courage to not pull my hand anxiously away. It almost brought me to tears. I really loved it.
Amber, that’s wonderful. Here’s to fantastic new experiences – and thanks for sharing, too.
Has anyone ever tried to understand what the point was of the knicker inspections we had at school? We all thought that the deputy headmistress had a kink for seeing our knickers.