Original Spanking Art — Dormitory Discipline 1 (Culver)
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In the first of two stimulating collages on a theme, the Headmaster of St Winifred’s has been drafted in to Roué’s St Angela’s to deal with a dormitory of Blushes girls!
Can one imagine the collective noise of this picture? Like the sound of a number of a sheep in a field but their bleatings replaced by the varied cacophony of girlish squeals and yelps and breathy, stammered pleadings and tearful cries. Not even dear old Ludwig van could have dreamt up a symphony quite so beguiling.
The same symphony was very much playing in my mind as I put together this and its forthcoming partner piece, inspired by Alan Bell's delicious artwork on collective 'night duty' canings in the dormitory. The ink drawing of Bell's which forms the basis of this collage originally included a schoolmaster wearing mortarboard and gown, in mid-swipe at the girl top right. The headmaster of the St Winifred's Trilogy was wearing that traditional costume, and seemed cartoonish enough to fit the bill for the collage. I've always liked face-down-on-the-bed 'Blushes' photos, so this scenario gave me a chance to assemble a few of my favourites, at the risk of making the piece seem too 'busy'. Collective punishments are inevitably unfair, and that's part of what makes them so exciting. - CC
Oh no, Colin, 'busy' is just what is called for as far as this piece is concerned. It lends itself so well to the thought of all the delightful sounds I mentioned.. I should have also mentioned those other components enhancing the overall 'symphonic' mix - the swish and thwack of the cane, of course, and the plummy-voiced intonations and admonitions of the Headmaster as he conducts his 'orchestra'. And I dare say there is more than one 'baton' raised and ready for action!
Yes I think you evoke the sometimes symphonic sometimes cacophonic elements of the collective corporal punishment of girls. Another related scenario is the caning of a whole class of 30 girls put in group detention in a classroom for an hour. Each with their own caner. Imagine the two girl simultaneous caning in Reform School Discipline writ large. The teaching staff is supplemented by school governors and some parents by invitation. All the girls are bent forward over their desks with their regulation knickers down around their knees. They must keep their legs straight. Their tummies are flat to the desks. Their pleated school skirts have been removed. Their blazers are off but their white shirts and school ties stay on.
Sometimes the cane cuts to bottoms and the backs of legs can be heard in unison; sometimes in rapid series. Sometimes it is fully discordant. Add in the bawling and sobbing and protesting of the bare-bottomed girls and it’s quite a din. You can hear too the counterpoint to cane strokes of certain loose schooldesk tops as the girls hips and tummies shove onto them as they are hit.
Yes indeed, Marco, that would certainly be a feast for both eyes and ears, perhaps especially for the ears. A chap would certainly be in the mood for some 'other' forms of action after gorging his senses on that little lot.
On the subject of sounds, my mind cannot help moving forwards to a far gentler scene though one, in its own way, almost as intoxicating - the collective caning aftermath. Returning to Colin's original dormitory scenario, the lights are out and each of the girls are now tucked up in their individual beds. How lovely to imagine the collective, gently subsiding, whimpering and snivelling as each girl sobs herself to sleep, mindful of not making too much of a kerfuffle lest it rouses the attention of the evening duty housemaster in the adjoining room, and another excruciating encounter with the cane is risked. Wonderful also to picture each of them in their little nighties whilst they mewl and weep, hands clutching at the raised and tender ridges sorely spread upon bare, rounded botties and thighs below. Some also, perhaps, clutch at teddy bears for comfort. Maybe in addition, one or two beds are deprived of their occupants for the night?
On a separate note, how about transposing your classroom scene, with a caner for each girl, into the dormitory? Then, after the canings are over and each chap is suitably fired up by the aforementioned sights and sounds of such a fabulous orgy of punishment, it's one ageing roue per girl on each of the beds, all grunting and banging away lustily in unison to a mass creaking of bed springs.
Interesting you say that NMW. For in the detention itself there are indeed those chaps who understandably can’t contain themselves. The girls have all been put in such positions for their protracted bare-bottom canings which are also perfectly suited to the other from behind (see the brunette schoolgirl up against her old-fashioned school desk in Composition Francais in Blushes Supplement 8). Old Bert Muggins the caretaker had somehow wangled caning 16 year old Julie Twyford. He’d always eyeballed her and before now had only managed to feel her up under her skirt, when she once came to collect something from his storeroom. In all the racket of the 30-girl caning it was a few moments before it dawned on people that Bert was now up Julie, and judging by the big grin on his ruddy face, it was going very well; for him at least.
All eyes turned to the headmaster to see what view he took of this turn of events. Although he himself sticks to caning, for now, (he’s giving young Melanie Wright a ferocious hiding) he nods his approval to Bert, and straight away, pretty much all the chaps switch to ‘the other’. One young school governor, a Mr Briggs, is soon really banging away at Vicky Taylor, probably the prettiest girl in the school, her tummy still flat to the desk where he’d been caning her mercilessly. The reactions of the female school staff is indicative. After a brief moment of concern and hesitation, they continue caning their respective schoolgirl charges with a definite added gusto, or they egg the chaps to come over and give their girl a seeing-to, just as soon as they’re free.
A marvellous idea, NMO and some lovely additions, Marco. Perhaps this is the finale of the school year. After Founder's Day with it's prize giving, house matches, gymnastics displays etc. the majority of the pupils have left for the summer holidays but the sixth formers are staying on. The school car park is not entirely empty, twenty or so cars remain: Jaguars, Range Rovers, Bentleys, the most prestigious makes belonging to those governors and donors who are members of the exclusive 'Lights Out Club'. The Annual Dinner of the club is coming to a conclusion in the School Hall, vintage port going round and then the headmaster calls the gathering to order and announces that tonight's 'dorm' is XIII-A. A ripple of excitement runs through the hall. Those in the know mention a few names: "Good-oh...Vicky Taylor..", "...by Jove, the new girl Julie Twyford...I hear she's an absolute cockteaser, George...", "...Melanie Wright...that's your girl isn't it, Henry?..." At a sign from the head the assembled members rise and file out of the hall, passing, as they go, a large oak table on which lie numerous canes, crops and tawses. Each selects his own preferred implement before starting up the stairs to Dormitory XIII-A...
(errata: NMW is of course NMO; and, on behalf of Blushes their title Composition Francais should be Composition Française. Wouldn’t want the Académie coming after them)
And the last to the oak table is the head himself. He selects a tawse; his preferred implement for bedtime punishments. He approves of the way it insinuates itself into a girl’s intimate parts as she dutifully lifts her nightie clear. ‘Other’-wise for the head, well it’s ’droit de senior’ as he likes to refer to it when discussing such matters with colleagues. Reserved for him tonight is the latest 16 year old arrival, Paula Byworth, who, when pressed at her school interview, said she had never received corporal punishment or participated in sexual congress, as the head insisted she phrased it aloud. All that was very soon to change.
The 'Lights Out Club' is a great name but I'm sure the lights will stay very much on whilst the chaps take their considerable pleasure with each of the girls.
I second your inclusion of that surly sulky brunette Annabel from ‘Whacked Out!’ in Blushes Whispers 3. There’s the little minx top centre in her short-sleeved top, scowling at us. Her attitude won’t do. She’s just the sort of recalcitrant troublemaker who could be the ringleader here. She should be marched off after collective responsibility is imposed and singled out for some extra individual and very personal attention. The headmaster’s creaky old double bed (just like the one in Whacked Out) would be just the job for more face-down treatment of one sort or ‘the other’.
As for Arlene from ‘A Top Model’ in Blushes 31 down in the bottom left corner there, sulking because she doesn’t like being caned. Well she needs to stick her bare bottom right out and keep her head right down on the pillows and duvet, for as long as it takes to cane that impudent little snarl off her cheeky ungrateful face.
On your excellent face-down-on-the-bed theme, Culver, picture 9 from the aforementioned ‘A Top Model’ (on this blog) shows young Arlene properly and fully face down on the duvet during her bare-bottom caning. No doubt hiding her tears and shame.
Thanks. These models fire up fantasies of face-down canings and 'other' ordeals, be the girls troublemakers, sulks or simply bedded in the wrong dorm at the wrong time. - CC
Thank you, Culver. That is like a snapshot from within my poor, tormented brain!
ReplyDeleteCan one imagine the collective noise of this picture? Like the sound of a number of a sheep in a field but their bleatings replaced by the varied cacophony of girlish squeals and yelps and breathy, stammered pleadings and tearful cries. Not even dear old Ludwig van could have dreamt up a symphony quite so beguiling.
ReplyDeleteThe same symphony was very much playing in my mind as I put together this and its forthcoming partner piece, inspired by Alan Bell's delicious artwork on collective 'night duty' canings in the dormitory. The ink drawing of Bell's which forms the basis of this collage originally included a schoolmaster wearing mortarboard and gown, in mid-swipe at the girl top right. The headmaster of the St Winifred's Trilogy was wearing that traditional costume, and seemed cartoonish enough to fit the bill for the collage. I've always liked face-down-on-the-bed 'Blushes' photos, so this scenario gave me a chance to assemble a few of my favourites, at the risk of making the piece seem too 'busy'. Collective punishments are inevitably unfair, and that's part of what makes them so exciting. - CC
DeleteOh no, Colin, 'busy' is just what is called for as far as this piece is concerned. It lends itself so well to the thought of all the delightful sounds I mentioned.. I should have also mentioned those other components enhancing the overall 'symphonic' mix - the swish and thwack of the cane, of course, and the plummy-voiced intonations and admonitions of the Headmaster as he conducts his 'orchestra'. And I dare say there is more than one 'baton' raised and ready for action!
DeleteYes I think you evoke the sometimes symphonic sometimes cacophonic elements of the collective corporal punishment of girls. Another related scenario is the caning of a whole class of 30 girls put in group detention in a classroom for an hour. Each with their own caner. Imagine the two girl simultaneous caning in Reform School Discipline writ large. The teaching staff is supplemented by school governors and some parents by invitation.
DeleteAll the girls are bent forward over their desks with their regulation knickers down around their knees. They must keep their legs straight. Their tummies are flat to the desks. Their pleated school skirts have been removed. Their blazers are off but their white shirts and school ties stay on.
Sometimes the cane cuts to bottoms and the backs of legs can be heard in unison; sometimes in rapid series. Sometimes it is fully discordant. Add in the bawling and sobbing and protesting of the bare-bottomed girls and it’s quite a din. You can hear too the counterpoint to cane strokes of certain loose schooldesk tops as the girls hips and tummies shove onto them as they are hit.
Yes indeed, Marco, that would certainly be a feast for both eyes and ears, perhaps especially for the ears. A chap would certainly be in the mood for some 'other' forms of action after gorging his senses on that little lot.
DeleteOn the subject of sounds, my mind cannot help moving forwards to a far gentler scene though one, in its own way, almost as intoxicating - the collective caning aftermath. Returning to Colin's original dormitory scenario, the lights are out and each of the girls are now tucked up in their individual beds. How lovely to imagine the collective, gently subsiding, whimpering and snivelling as each girl sobs herself to sleep, mindful of not making too much of a kerfuffle lest it rouses the attention of the evening duty housemaster in the adjoining room, and another excruciating encounter with the cane is risked. Wonderful also to picture each of them in their little nighties whilst they mewl and weep, hands clutching at the raised and tender ridges sorely spread upon bare, rounded botties and thighs below. Some also, perhaps, clutch at teddy bears for comfort. Maybe in addition, one or two beds are deprived of their occupants for the night?
On a separate note, how about transposing your classroom scene, with a caner for each girl, into the dormitory? Then, after the canings are over and each chap is suitably fired up by the aforementioned sights and sounds of such a fabulous orgy of punishment, it's one ageing roue per girl on each of the beds, all grunting and banging away lustily in unison to a mass creaking of bed springs.
What wonderful ruminations! - CC
DeleteInteresting you say that NMW.
DeleteFor in the detention itself there are indeed those chaps who understandably can’t contain themselves. The girls have all been put in such positions for their protracted bare-bottom canings which are also perfectly suited to the other from behind (see the brunette schoolgirl up against her old-fashioned school desk in Composition Francais in Blushes Supplement 8).
Old Bert Muggins the caretaker had somehow wangled caning 16 year old Julie Twyford. He’d always eyeballed her and before now had only managed to feel her up under her skirt, when she once came to collect something from his storeroom. In all the racket of the 30-girl caning it was a few moments before it dawned on people that Bert was now up Julie, and judging by the big grin on his ruddy face, it was going very well; for him at least.
All eyes turned to the headmaster to see what view he took of this turn of events. Although he himself sticks to caning, for now, (he’s giving young Melanie Wright a ferocious hiding) he nods his approval to Bert, and straight away, pretty much all the chaps switch to ‘the other’. One young school governor, a Mr Briggs, is soon really banging away at Vicky Taylor, probably the prettiest girl in the school, her tummy still flat to the desk where he’d been caning her mercilessly.
The reactions of the female school staff is indicative. After a brief moment of concern and hesitation, they continue caning their respective schoolgirl charges with a definite added gusto, or they egg the chaps to come over and give their girl a seeing-to, just as soon as they’re free.
Good old Bert.
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A marvellous idea, NMO and some lovely additions, Marco. Perhaps this is the finale of the school year. After Founder's Day with it's prize giving, house matches, gymnastics displays etc. the majority of the pupils have left for the summer holidays but the sixth formers are staying on. The school car park is not entirely empty, twenty or so cars remain: Jaguars, Range Rovers, Bentleys, the most prestigious makes belonging to those governors and donors who are members of the exclusive 'Lights Out Club'. The Annual Dinner of the club is coming to a conclusion in the School Hall, vintage port going round and then the headmaster calls the gathering to order and announces that tonight's 'dorm' is XIII-A. A ripple of excitement runs through the hall. Those in the know mention a few names: "Good-oh...Vicky Taylor..", "...by Jove, the new girl Julie Twyford...I hear she's an absolute cockteaser, George...", "...Melanie Wright...that's your girl isn't it, Henry?..."
DeleteAt a sign from the head the assembled members rise and file out of the hall, passing, as they go, a large oak table on which lie numerous canes, crops and tawses. Each selects his own preferred implement before starting up the stairs to Dormitory XIII-A...
The delights of Dormitory X111-A.
Delete(errata: NMW is of course NMO; and, on behalf of Blushes their title Composition Francais should be Composition Française. Wouldn’t want the Académie coming after them)
And the last to the oak table is the head himself. He selects a tawse; his preferred implement for bedtime punishments. He approves of the way it insinuates itself into a girl’s intimate parts as she dutifully lifts her nightie clear. ‘Other’-wise for the head, well it’s ’droit de senior’ as he likes to refer to it when discussing such matters with colleagues. Reserved for him tonight is the latest 16 year old arrival, Paula Byworth, who, when pressed at her school interview, said she had never received corporal punishment or participated in sexual congress, as the head insisted she phrased it aloud. All that was very soon to change.
DeleteThe 'Lights Out Club' is a great name but I'm sure the lights will stay very much on whilst the chaps take their considerable pleasure with each of the girls.
DeleteI second your inclusion of that surly sulky brunette Annabel from ‘Whacked Out!’ in Blushes Whispers 3. There’s the little minx top centre in her short-sleeved top, scowling at us. Her attitude won’t do. She’s just the sort of recalcitrant troublemaker who could be the ringleader here. She should be marched off after collective responsibility is imposed and singled out for some extra individual and very personal attention. The headmaster’s creaky old double bed (just like the one in Whacked Out) would be just the job for more face-down treatment of one sort or ‘the other’.
ReplyDeleteAs for Arlene from ‘A Top Model’ in Blushes 31 down in the bottom left corner there, sulking because she doesn’t like being caned. Well she needs to stick her bare bottom right out and keep her head right down on the pillows and duvet, for as long as it takes to cane that impudent little snarl off her cheeky ungrateful face.
DeleteOn your excellent face-down-on-the-bed theme, Culver, picture 9 from the aforementioned ‘A Top Model’ (on this blog) shows young Arlene properly and fully face down on the duvet during her bare-bottom caning. No doubt hiding her tears and shame.
Inspired Culver, thanks.
Thanks. These models fire up fantasies of face-down canings and 'other' ordeals, be the girls troublemakers, sulks or simply bedded in the wrong dorm at the wrong time. - CC
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