A Taste of English Discipline

Photo-story from Blushes 83 with Jane Williams

Astrid Heinemann and Katrin Meyer were going to an English summer school, for a month in July. It had just been confirmed that morning. Now after school Astrid had gone round to Katrin’s house to discuss it. It was highly exciting!

Phantastisch! A month in beautiful England! But also perhaps a little bit frightening. Because didn’t the English have a reputation of physical punishments? Punishments that included caning. And Astrid and Katrin would of course be subject to whatever regulations were in force at the school. So if there was this caning...

Astrid said, ‘It is so exciting. Caning by an Englishman Katrin! I am sure he will want to cane these two lovely German girls sent to England for instruction.’

Astrid said this because she had in fact been caned already, by her uncle Heinrich. On three separate occasions when she had stayed with him. She had found it highly stimulating, in spite of being painful. It had given her a sharp sexual thrill, so that after each of the canings she had gone immediately to her room and brought herself off. Lying on her bed with her knickers off, her fingers urgently in her wet and throbbing pussy.

And yes they were both very good-looking girls. Both brunettes, Astrid medium height with a full, ripely rounded figure, Katrin tall and slimmer but also with rounded curves where it counted. Also both of them pretty girls, Astrid vivacious, Katrin generally more serious, with lovely big brown eyes and a full mouth. Yes, what English schoolmaster would be able to resist either of them.

Astrid gave a sexy laugh. ‘I think this Englishman will be immediately reaching for his cane... And also maybe something else. Maybe wanting to fuck pretty Katrin.’

Katrin flushed. ‘Don’t be silly. I am sure they don’t do any of that business. The English are very civilised. Not like Frenchmen perhaps who would be grabbing all parts of your body, and maybe yes, going to make you accept the cane. And even that other. But not an Englishman, I am sure. I am happy to say.’

Astrid giggled. ‘Oh I am sure you are wrong Katrin! You wait and see!’

She reached to put her arm round Katrin. They were sitting side by side on the couch, cups of coffee on the table in front of them. Katrin’s parents and her brother were out and the house was deserted apart from the two girls, and Astrid was feeling sexy, with the thought of this unknown but maybe handsome Englishman caning her bottom. And then maybe wanting to fuck her? She felt like some action.

‘Liebe Katrin, do you feel like doing something nice? Which I am sure if the English schoolmaster could know about he would certainly be putting his cane across your bare bottom!’

‘No!’ Katrin yelped, knowing very well what Astrid meant. Playing with each other. Which would lead no doubt to what the coarser boys called finger-fucking. Katrin didn’t like it. Not at all. Although sometimes in fact when Astrid had persisted and got her aroused, Katrin did. But she knew you shouldn’t do it — and certainly if this Englishman caned you for anything (which Katrin didn’t believe) then yes, it would be for that.

But Astrid was persistent. Because she was very aroused at the thought of this stern-faced Englishman with his cane — slicing it painfully but thrillingly in across her nude bottom. And then... maybe getting to work with his big stiff penis. Yes Astrid was aroused and persistent — and eventually achieved her goal. Getting Katrin’s knickers down. And her hand between Katrin’s legs. At her pussy. Katrin didn’t want it. But once it was happening she did. And although she didn’t believe any of that sexy talk and certainly wasn’t turned on by it... well, it was exciting in a frightening way. Just to think about it.

So it got to her, and she did finally come, in response to Astrid’s busy and practised fingers.

----//----

The big shock when they arrived at the English school was to find it wasn’t a male teacher in charge. It was a woman! Somehow the lines had got crossed. It wasn’t Mr Evelyn Cranley, it was Miss. A tall and rather glamorous blonde lady of 30 or so. An attractive woman who gave them a friendly welcome, but also then a cautionary little lecture.

‘I want you both to enjoy yourselves of course. But at the same time I cannot have any wild behaviour. Sometimes girls when they are away from home can feel a sense of freedom which can get out of control.’ Miss Cranley’s eyes held them in a frank, appraising look. ‘Boys of course is one area we are talking about. Or men in general. We have to be strict here, is that understood?’

There was an undoubted steely edge to Miss Cranley’s voice. Katrin at least felt she would not want to cross the teacher. But then she had no intention of messing about with boys — or men.

And the English punishments? Caning? It seemed that what Astrid had said was true after all. Even though this was a women teacher and not a man in charge. Another girl told them that just a few weeks earlier a Swedish girl had been caught in the act. Actually having intercourse in her room with a man she had met. Miss Cranley had duly caned her. Really caned her! The other girls had seen the Swedish girl’s bottom and there had been dreadful red stripes criss-crossing it. The girl had been sent home after the caning.

Astrid said, ‘Well I told you so,’ to Katrin at this information. But she no longer seemed so excited at the thought. Being caned by a man, possibly a handsome one, was one thing but this Miss Cranley was something else. The description of those red stripes on the Swedish girl’s bottom was really scary. Astrid didn’t fancy a dose of that at all!

But... she did want to meet boys. Or men come to that! Astrid certainly wanted some action on this English trip. Action that included fucking if she found someone she fancied. As she told Katrin.

‘Just don’t involve me then!’ Katrin said sharply. Not being interested in that sort of thing. Certainly not fucking. And certainly not wishing to suffer the fate of that Swedish girl.

Astrid did find someone, and within a couple of days of their arriving. He was called Kevin, a 20-year-old builder’s labourer in the nearby village. Katrin had met him and agreed that he was good-looking but told Astrid not to get involved. In fact he also had a mate called Steve who wanted to take Katrin out but she wasn’t interested. Anyway Astrid was involved with Kevin. Two days after meeting him she hotly told Katrin that she had fucked him.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, in Katrin’s opinion at least, Astrid then met an older man. He had offered her a lift back to the school which Astrid had accepted, and which of course a girl should never do. And then he offered to take Astrid to his house for a drink, which she also accepted. At his house, Astrid told Katrin, laughing, they had had some fun. Some drinks and then he wanted to spank her bottom. And then after that... he wanted to fuck her.

Katrin was shocked. Because Astrid had fucked this man, this stranger. And she was going to see him again of course. And continue with Kevin.

‘Oh no, Astrid! It is not possible! You can’t behave like that. And if Miss Cranley finds out.’

It wasn’t Miss Cranley who found out but the gardener, Mr Higgins. He was fiftyish, with it seemed to Katrin a sort of leering way of looking at you. Anyway it was Astrid’s bad luck. Because Mr Higgins with his leering look fancied Katrin. He told her he knew about Astrid and Mr Milner. He said it was his duty to tell Miss Cranley — unless Katrin would be nice to him. And she didn’t want her friend sent back to Germany in disgrace, did she? With first of all of course a very unpleasant and painful caning from Miss Cranley.

No, of course Katrin didn’t want that. Even though it was all Astrid’s own fault for behaving so utterly badly. She pleaded with Mr Higgins not to tell. But Arthur Higgins naturally wanted something if he wasn’t going to tell. He wanted Katrin in his little potting shed.

He wanted to fuck her. This very lovely tall and shapely German girl, with the soft dark eyes and full-lipped mouth. Yes, he definitely wanted to fuck her. As he made quite clear to Katrin. Putting his arms round her... and pushing his stiff penis into her softly yielding body.

Katrin stumbled away. There was no way she could agree to his shocking request. She couldn’t! Katrin, unhappily allowing some fondling of her shapely body, tried to plead with him. But Mr Higgins was insisting on what he wanted. Well she couldn’t and that was it. The only hope was that Mr Higgins wouldn’t carry out his threat.

But he did. He told Miss Cranley about Astrid. And not only that, he said he believed Katrin was doing the same thing.

Called up before the steely-eyed Miss Cranley they both denied it. But it was no good. Evelyn Cranley had in fact gone to Mr Milner and got confirmation. He had admitted he had been seeing Astrid. He hadn’t said anything about Katrin, but that didn’t mean that Evelyn Cranley wasn’t persisting with both of them. Because she definitely fancied the taller German girl.

The memory of the tall blonde Margit, the Swedish girl now sent home in disgrace, was still fresh in her mind. Caning those lovely bared nates, which had writhed and clenched marvellously. The long thighs sliding apart in the girl’s distress — to reveal that blonde-fuzzy pink split beneath the red-striped buttocks. Yes it had been an intense turn-on for Evelyn Cranley. And she was overdue for another session. Now these two German girls had providentially come into her hands. The sexy one, Astrid, and her taller compatriot Katrin. Who in Evelyn’s eyes was even choicer; possibly just as sexy and passionate under that more serious manner.

‘Lying will get you nowhere,’ she told the two of them icily. ‘I know what you have been doing. Both of you. Quite disgusting behaviour. Your parents will of course be very interested when they learn. When you are both sent home for disgraceful conduct!’

Katrin felt quite sick. They both felt sick in fact, but for Katrin there was the additional dimension of having done nothing, she was quite innocent. At least for Astrid there was the sense of having been caught out in something she had done. And it was clear that Miss Cranley did know.

She stuttered, ‘Please Miss... please don’t tell my parents. And Katrin… she didn’t do it. It was only me.’

But Evelyn Cranley didn’t want to hear that. It was Katrin whom she fancied. It was Katrin’s bottom she was really interested in baring. Astrid was interesting too and Evelyn was going to really enjoy whipping her plump and lascivious bottom. But the one she was really after was lovely Katrin. So she certainly didn’t want to hear that the girl was innocent.

‘Please don’t lie to me!’ she repeated. ‘That will certainly make things worse. And I really have no choice but to send you both home immediately. As soon as I can book some transport. That could be tomorrow.’

Standing before Miss Cranley they were both close to tears at this dreadful prospect. Both sets of parents would be devastated, and there would be no point in trying to deny the alleged offences. Weren’t the English noted for fair play and honesty? As well of course as for the use of the cane. Katrin did feel real tears start to slide down her cheeks. It was a sight which gave Evelyn Cranley a hot little tingle between her thighs.

‘I shall of course wish to cane both of you first. I can’t really believe that a caning would be sufficient. However intense the caning. No, or even a succession of canings. I believe for something like this I really will have to send both of you home.’

Did these words indicate a slight softening of Miss Cranley’s position? That the matter might be resolved by the cane alone? Because although the thought of the cane was horrendous — the thought of that Swedish girl Margit and those fierce red stripes on her bottom — nonetheless it would be preferable to being sent home in disgrace. Yes, several canings would be preferable to that. Even particularly savage ones.

Evelyn Cranley shook her head in the face of their renewed pleadings. No, she really didn’t think so. And they were to go now, back to their rooms. She would see them after supper. She would give both of them their caning then. Miss Cranley dismissed them, after saying what they were to wear for the caning session.

----//----

They went back to Astrid’s room. It was 2pm, with about six nail-biting hours to wait for their canings. But the really awful thing was the real possibility of being sent home the next day. But Miss Cranley had seemed to waver.

‘I think she likes caning,’ Astrid said, pacing up and down. ‘I think if we say we’ll accept a lot of it she may let us stay. Maybe, she would like to cane us every day. But anyway I am really sorry that you are in this. When you haven’t done anything.’

Katrin bit her lip. She was thinking the same thing. She hadn’t done anything. Thinking about the gardener, who as well as Astrid had got her into this dreadful business. Mr Higgins, who wanted to fuck her.

‘I... I think I’ll go to my room,’ she said. ‘Lie down for a little while.’ She forced a wan smile. ‘I’ll see you later I expect.’

But Katrin wasn’t going to her room. She was going outside, in the grounds. To that little hut in the corner behind the old stables. Mr Higgins’s potting shed.

He was there. Giving her a leering grin. Katrin said she wanted to talk. Mr Higgins’s grin increased. The door was closed behind her. And locked.

The talk took place. And then Katrin did what Arthur Higgins wanted. Her hands up under her short skirt, to slide her knickers down. Taking them right off. And then getting up on the potting bench. On her back with her legs dangling over the edge. Mr Higgins was unzipping his trousers. He had his thing out, and was parting Katrin’s thighs.

She gazed up at the low roof. ‘Good girl,’ Mr Higgins mouthed. ‘A lovely fraulein.’ The engorged head of his penis was rubbing against the lips of her pussy, and then forcing its way in.

----//----

Miss Cranley said, ‘I’ll take Astrid first. For her first session. I’m going to give you two sessions each. Each of you will wait out here while the other is being-caned.’

They were on the landing outside Evelyn Cranley’s sitting room. This part of the house was Miss Cranley’s private quarters so at least there wouldn’t be other girls walking by. Astrid and Katrin were as instructed wearing their formal classroom outfits: plain white blouses with ties; wrap-around plaid skirts; white knee socks and plain black shoes. They were wearing knickers but no other item of underwear. Miss Cranley had said nothing else, no bras or anything, because they would undoubtedly get very hot from the very severe caning she was going to give them. In fact Evelyn Cranley wanted to see their ripe young tits with nothing else on under the tight semi-transparent white blouses. It would be an extra little turn-on. An extra little spicing to add to those ripe bare bottoms offered up for her young whippy cane.

The door to her room was left half open. So that Katrin could see, and of course hear. She didn’t want to see or hear, but it was impossible to shut her ears, and impossible also not to at least glance in at what was happening. What very shortly she herself would be suffering. And as well as this of course was what she had experienced a little earlier, in that shed. Mr Higgins. Letting him screw her on that bench. Katrin had tried to shut her mind while he was doing it but of course it hadn’t been possible. But he had said he would speak to Miss Cranley. Had he done so already? It clearly wasn’t going to stop this caning, but the other thing. Being sent home. Perhaps? Gott gebe!

It was happening to Astrid now, through that half-open door. She had been told to take her knickers down and bend over. Standing in the centre of the room, her hands on her knees. Her ripe bare bottom thrust out.

THWATTT...!!

Katrin wanted to close her ears to that sickening sound but couldn’t. The slick staccato sound of the bamboo as it whipped into the ripe meat of Astrid’s bottom for the first awful stroke. And Astrid’s immediate desperate yelp of pain. Astrid who had thought she might enjoy it from a handsome Englishman after what her Uncle Heinrich had done. But her Uncle Heinrich wouldn’t have caned her like this steely-eyed Miss Cranley. Who clearly enjoyed inflicting real pain.

THWATTT...!!

‘Aaaahhhh… aaooowwwwhh…!’

----//----

How many had Astrid got? Six? Katrin didn’t know, her mind hadn’t been able to focus. It hadn’t wanted to focus. But anyway Astrid’s ordeal was over for the moment. She was stumbling out, her face red and tear-stained. Holding the plaid skirt up round her waist and with her knickers still down close to her knees. Making little gasping sounds.

Miss Cranley’s curt voice told Katrin to enter. Astrid was to wait in Katrin’s place. And she was now to take her things off. She was to strip down to just the knee socks and shoes — in preparation for the second stage of her caning.

Katrin heard this as in a dream. Her head had an airy feeling, as if it was floating above her body. But no doubt it would come solidly back, when Miss Cranley’s cane cut into her bare bottom for the first time. She was standing before the teacher now, on rubbery legs. And being told to take her knickers down, then lift her skirt up round her waist.

Evelyn Cranley came in close, her cane in her left hand. Her face was flushed slightly, from the effort and excitement of caning the other German girl. In a low, silky voice she said, I’m going to really enjoy giving you it Katrin. Do you know that? And I’m going to enjoy making it really hurt.’

Her hand came out to squeeze first one and then the other of Katrin’s firm tits which were bare under the thin blouse. And then the hand slid down, to where the quivering girl’s pussy was now exposed. Cupping the mound with its covering of curling black hair. Her fingers sliding in between Katrin’s warm thighs. Finding her moist slit. Gently massaging it.

‘Yes, really enjoy making it hurt Katrin dear.’

Evelyn Cranley did make it hurt. Mind-boggling white-hot pain. Each cut of the cane feeling as if it was slicing Katrin’s bottom in half. Each cut building on the desperate pain of what had gone before. Each making her want to collapse in a heap on the floor. But each time she had to pull herself together for the next. Standing bending before hot-eyed Miss Cranley. Her hands gripping her knees, her scarlet-striped buttocks offered for the next...

Somehow it was at last over and she was walking as best she could back out onto the landing. But it wasn’t over of course. Astrid, now nude apart from socks and shoes and with frantic eyes, was going back in. For whatever was to be meted out in her second session. And Katrin had to follow suit. Strip off now, down to her knee socks and shoes like Astrid. And shortly she too would be going back in. It certainly wasn’t over. There was more to come. Maybe worse to come. If that was possible.

----//----

‘Stand up for a moment,’ Miss Cranley said.

Red-faced Katrin, gasping and trying to control half-sobs, straightened with difficulty. Miss Cranley had given her two cuts in the second session and they had been worse than before. Delivered with all the force she could muster. So that standing straight now was agony. Miss Cranley had finished with Astrid and she had been told to go back to her room. Only Katrin was now left.

‘Mr Higgins came to see me,’ Evelyn Cranley continued. ‘Did you know that? He said he thought only Astrid had been involved with that Mr Milner.’

Katrin heard the words as if from a distance through the still surging pain. Her head trying to focus.

‘Yes. But then I questioned Mr Higgins further, Katrin. Because of course I know what Mr Higgins is like. And I extracted from him the admission that he had had sexual intercourse with you. You had allowed him to have intercourse he said. So really I don’t know whether to believe him or not.’

Katrin tried to stutter something, she wasn’t too sure what.

‘Get over again,’ Miss Cranley told her. ‘I’m going to give you a couple more with the cane.’

Two more mind-bending strokes, then Katrin was told to stand straight again.

‘There. Was that nice! We want to keep your bottom nice and hot. Anyway you’ll be pleased to hear, Katrin dear, that I am going to let you and Astrid stay. And maybe we won’t need to inform your parents. I’m sure they would rather not have that nasty shock. But it will depend on both of you. Do you understand that, my pretty fraulein Katrin?’

Katrin opened her mouth. Stuttering something.

‘You are not very intelligible dear. Get over again. Let me give that pretty bottom a couple more.’

Katrin standing agonisingly again. Gasping from those two extra cuts. Evelyn Cranley was going to her armchair. Sitting down, with her skirt pulled up.

‘Come here Katrin. Come here and kneel down. Nice and close. I want you to do something. I want that pretty mouth that looks so soft and blubbery with those tears. I want it.’

Miss Cranley wanted it up between her parted thighs. She had no knickers on and she wanted Katrin’s mouth at her pussy. And Katrin wasn’t about to refuse.

The blonde Englishwoman stroked Katrin’s head. ‘That’s lovely. Really lovely. I think when a girl’s been caned she does it really well. I think it puts her in the proper mood. Don’t you?’