#Satspanks and #Wewriwa: Headmistress Blake vs. Emily

Today I’m trying something new…a stand-alone tribute to our fearless leader, Headmistress Blake! Unfortunately, our naughty Emily Tilton got herself into trouble and had to be reprimanded. The worst part, for Emily, was trying to appear suitably chastened while eagerly anticipating each stroke. Even worse, Headmistress Blake seemed to know exactly what was going on…

Kathryn shook out Emily’s skirts as she draped the layers of primrose, crinoline, and lace-edged petticoats across her back. “Stand still, girl!” she barked as she landed a crisp smack on the wriggling bottom cheeks. The single handprint blossomed into a glorious sunset, an artist’s tribute on the pale canvas.

“Yes, Miss,” the shamefaced Emily responded with at least a semblance of the appropriate penitence. Her plain cotton drawers hung unevenly, the left hem skimming her ankle while the right crept to the swelling of her shapely calf. A small hand reached back to tug the garment back into a more protective state, but another crisp handprint bloomed across her left bottom cheek. “Ow, Miss!” came the strangled cry, accompanied by a veritable St. Vitus Dance of stamping feet, trembling knees, and tear-laden syllables.

“Once you are good enough to obey, we will commence your chastisement,” Kathryn replied, slapping the backs of Emily’s thighs until the girl managed to lock her knees into perfect position.

25 thoughts on “#Satspanks and #Wewriwa: Headmistress Blake vs. Emily

  1. Tara Finnegan says:

    So much fun Ana, but I fear Miss Tilton may not yet feel adequately chastised. I do hope we can witness some more….Pretty please? Sometimes eight sentences just isn’t enough.


  2. Irishey says:

    Emily, humiliated and angered at the unexpected assault on her thighs, is stunned to find herself scheming severe retaliation on the headmistress. Her thoughts swarm, then race into indignant clarity, “Smack my thighs?! Indeed? Headmistress needs her own comeuppance for such cruel wickedness! She will feel the bite of my retribution as I mete her own…. Ow! Ow! … pun–ish–ment!”

    “Lock your bedchamber door, Miss Blake, else be awakened in the dead of night to the blistering fire of stinging nettles applied to the backs of your own spindly pins. Your spanked girl will continue on thusly, growing evermore creative as I administer vengeance on your backside.”

    Much later that night, we discover Emily, enscorceled in the manic effects of the hypnotic dance of St. Vitus, enthralled by the magic excitement of her own plan, inured to good judgment and common sense, stealthily approaching the sleeping form of the indomitable Miss Blake, cautiously peeling back the coverlet to expose her mistress’ gown-clad buttocks and thighs, imperceptibly lifting the shift as her other arm rapidly rises and descends to lay the handful of nettle stems in a biting swish across bare thighs.


    Sorry, Ana, I couldn’t let our poor Emily’s chastisement go unanswered. That Little Angel must have some ornery fight in her! Or, perhaps I am projecting my own determination to concoct an appropriate surprise payback? I wonder if Emily swished, then ran for her life?! 😉


  3. Ami says:

    “Enscorceled”!!!!! I so wish you could see me doubled up laughing!! Love it!

    Were they English stinging nettles? They sting most in summer than any other time – I’ll send Emily a bunch by UPS!

    Irishey – this is too good!




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