The Tutor’s Friend

A bumper post from Blushes 3, featuring Tracy Wilkes. This series of eight nicely illustrated vignettes, purporting to be extracts from a guide to potential tutors of girls, was scattered throughout the magazine. The other stories and features  in Blushes 3 (Illustrator's Corner, A Room with Yellow Curtains, April, Katie, Sally-Anne, and Lolly) were generally similarly themed around tutoring. The third part (Booked) has already appeared on this blog as a standalone piece.

Extracts from the Tutors’ Friend on the management of girls of a ‘certain age’, with cautionary notes where applicable.

1. Bathtime

MODESTY: Along with ‘innocence’ and ‘virginity’, modesty is apt to be regarded as a virtue by girls’ mothers. and consequently also by the girls themselves if they haven’t quite grown up enough to have grasped the realities of life.

REMEDY: A key removed from a bathroom door is a good start, as is the confiscation of knickers, skirts etc at every opportunity which presents itself. The experienced tutor, entrusted for a day or two with the moral welfare of a pupil, will guard against overmuch modesty in his charge.

Legs a little apart, leaving the inner bits of her thighs moderately accessible.

Bottom still wet, adding to the slipper’s sting!

Protestations; to be ignored!

Bottom pushed out nicely; plainly this girl is learning!

VIRGINITY: Also regarded by girls’ mothers, if slightly less often by the girls themselves, as a ‘good thing’. One can, of course, have too much of a ‘good thing’.

CHASTITY: A common complication in instances of ‘virginity’: easily remedied once the primary symptom has been treated.

OBEDIENCE: Much to be desired in a girl, as often by her parents as by her tutor, whose duty it is to instil in the girl an appreciation of the necessity of obedience. Removal of knickers is recommended, and disciplinary measures should be applied to the buttocks:

(a) as often as is practicable and necessary

(b) as frequently as the tutor can get away with it

(c) so long as no discomfort is felt; by the tutor, that is.

WEEPING, pleading, and other demonstrations of feminine frailty: These occurrences are quite usual in the properly disciplined girl and are nothing to worry about. Protestations of innocence (see ‘modesty’ in another context) should be ignored, whereas promises to be ‘good’ should be noted, qualified and, where sufficiently entertaining, put to the test.

LETTERS HOME: Don’t let her write any!

The illustrations appearing throughout the remainder of this publication should be perused with a view to gaining familiarity with punishment procedures and so on. The various passages of fiction may further stimulate the imaginative processes in the intending tutor keen to advance in his profession.

2. Tea-time in the Parlour

Domesticity doesn’t come naturally to every girl.

It’s not easy to look grown up with your knickers round your knees!

Struggles to no avail

3. Booked

The quiet swhitt! of a cane in a curtained front room as evening draws on, the self-conscious attempts of a girl to keep the involuntary twitches and tweaks of her unfortunate bottom as much in control as she can, knowing that that is what is expected of her, acutely conscious that the little thrusts and jerks of her hips as the cane stings her again and again around those really tender parts of her cheeks are probably exciting him just as much as they are humiliating her!

Kneeling up — gingerly — and doesn’t that little bum push itself out nicely!

One can imagine the girl’s embarrassment; half naked for a caning at her age! And how old is she? Seventeen, perhaps? Younger? Can’t you just feel the bounce of that cane patting against those firm young bottom-cheeks until she’s got her bum into just the right position.

Just the right height, and the perfect position to get the cane up under the sitting-down bits of her bottom where the skin is pulled tight and smooth.

Now he’s had her knickers right down. A prelude to some indelicate, though interesting, positioning for the rest of her punishment.

And how indelicate! Take away that rather whimsical candle and one might almost — ! Well, perhaps not; you’d bark your shins on the front of the chair, wouldn’t you, if you did that.

The exercise in self-control goes on, although if ‘not crying’ is something to do with self-control she’s already failed. Tears roll down her cheeks, and still her body can’t help making those rude, embarrassing little movements, just as though she were being — Ooooogh!

She doesn’t want to think about that. She has this vague idea that if she did her thoughts would somehow communicate themselves to him — he always seems to know when she’s been up to something — but she can’t help it, because she knows, although she wasn’t actually told so when she was sent here, that if she hadn’t been so prim and proper about being — Oooooh!

Well, then she wouldn’t have had to come back here and have her bum caned like she used to when she was younger. She whispers herself a promise that next time it’s a question of getting her knickers down she will — before she has to get them down for more of this!

4. Rude Awakening

Sunlight through a gap in the curtains, and a girl still asleep in bed. Well, not for long.

These photographs are full of the sleepy-headed vulnerability of a girl first thing in the morning. Delicious, aren’t they!

‘Keep it still, miss, or I’ll give you a couple of harder ones!’

Over onto her tummy, and her tears are almost enough to persuade her tutor she’s had enough.

Particularly appealing in these pictures is the innocence of a girl who tries bravely to hide that ‘secret little place’ with her hands when she might have tried to protect her bottom from that nasty cane. Mummy would be proud of her.

It’s a pity she can’t do anything about the rest though. Her bare bottom goes on just begging to be caned, and so, of course, it is! Very thoroughly!

‘Come on — bottom up, my girl!’

Lessons in half an hour, no doubt, and that’s a sore young bottom which will be fidgeting on it’s chair for much of the morning session.

5. Gardeners’ World

Right at the back of the ‘confiscated items’ drawer he’d found a pair of shorts that might have been made for her; well, for a thirteen-year-old more likely, but he knew what he meant —

She’d gone out into the garden with a blush on her cheeks and had hidden herself away amongst the bushes at the end of the path as soon as she reasonably could —

The sound of a freshly-cut twig on firm buttocks in the open air — it makes him think of that Land Army girl back on the farm when he was younger than he is now.

So much easier, this kind of thing, when you don’t allow them to wear knickers under their shorts —

There — that made those bum-cheeks of hers twitch, didn’t it!

6. The New Girl

Far from home, the first meeting with her tutor, and the disconcerting presence of another of his pupils wandering around in her knickers. An unnerving first impression.

And now it’s her turn. Blushing, she does her best to look unconcerned — but not for long!

A long lecture, the girl with her knickers down throughout, and little by little she stops being the poised young lady she’s trying to be and becomes instead a bewildered, humiliated and nervous little girl.

A charming girl, treated in a cavalier yet appropriate way by the elderly gentleman, who really does look intent on making a good job of it!

Her bottom gets redder and more agitated by the minute, but that’s what spankings are all about.

It’s getting a bit too much for Angela, who isn’t at all used to this kind of thing.

She scurries away upstairs, while the other girl clings on to the bannisters — and howls!

Miss Prim and Proper still tries to maintain a little of her dignity; that’s an upper-middle class bottom if ever you saw one, despite the best efforts of that vulgar man to make it wriggle like a common girl’s bum would in the same circumstances. That must be what they call breeding.

By contrast, the girl from the kitchen really doesn’t have any self-respect, does she. She struggles and squeals and makes a thorough exhibition of herself.

7. Up-Tight

Put a girl into sexy knickers and probably she’ll feel sexy; ergo, put her into schoolgirl knickers and that’s the way she’ll feel. That’s the theory, anyway. First find a pair to fit —

One could imagine this young lady sitting with her legs wrapped around a cello at the Royal College of Music. The blend of studiousness on her face and the nakedness of her respectable bottom is particularly interesting.

Too small? Pity — they make her bum look nice.

After her spanking downstairs, Angela is less inclined to make a fuss about sorting through her tutor’s box of ‘confiscated’ knickers for a pair that will fit her.

At last she finds a pair to his liking. ‘Will these do, sir?’

Suddenly she does look like a schoolgirl — and a very penitent one at that!

Confused, Angela ‘gets ‘em down.’

And gets caned —

and caned —

and caned.

A classic caning position, for a girl perhaps interested in the classics?

8. Upstairs

‘Hands on the window sill — and keep them there!’

She waits where she’s been told to and, because she’s learning the ropes, she pulls her pants down as soon as she hears his footsteps on the bottom of the stairs.

False alarm. Left up there to think about what she’s got coming — not that her poor bum needs any more; it’s still got the marks of the caning he gave her after breakfast — she watches the milkman coming up the path and suddenly feels rather silly as he looks up and smiles at her. She waves back half-heartedly, feeling as though somehow he must know that she’s standing there half naked. Perhaps he does — for all she knows he might have seen dozens of girls up at that window in the mornings, and she wouldn’t put it past her tutor to have told him —

She tries to keep the pain of the first one from showing on her face, because that nosey milkman is still down there, sitting in his electric float. The second one doesn’t make keeping it a secret any easier!

Her bottom begins to wriggle — she can’t help it — and she can feel her tears beginning to come. She wonders in a panicky kind of way whether a girl can cry, like she knows she is going to, without it showing on her face.

A couple more and it’s over — he leaves her there to think about it and she looks out of the window and sees the milkman trundle his float down the road. He leans out of the seat and gives her a cheery wave, just as if he knew after all!