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Now she was in her third month as a fully employed secretary, Louise Craven could have kicked herself for finding herself being summoned before Mrs. Wintergreen once more. The young secretary had passed her annual probation despite one or two hiccups along the way.The Head of the Department had seen fit to ‘chastise’ the nineteen-year-old in her unique way. When the strict HoD had been sufficiently satisfied that Louise had been ‘corrected’ things went on as normal. Mrs. Wintergreen took pride in how she cared for all matters relating to the office staff. All feared having to visit her office.Louise duly reported on the dot of eleven and sat in the outer office in silence. She has chosen to wear a prim and proper navy blue pleated skirt with a crisp white blouse. Although, as was her wont, the skirt barely reached mid-thigh and the blouse stretched tight across her bosom. Her well-shaped legs were bare and she wore her strappy sandals with the three-inch heels. A buzzer sounded and Louise entered the main office.”Good morning, Mrs. Wintergreen,” said Louise in a low voice.The stern-looking auburn-haired woman looked over the top of her eyeglasses at the blonde and shuffled some reports on her big mahogany desk. Louise twiddled with a long strand of her hair and looked distressed as she stood on the spot across from the middle-aged woman.”So, here we are again young lady.””It would seem so.”Louise tried to answer without her voice cracking but failed.”I’m very disappointed.”Louise shuffled in her heels as she bit her lip.”Although…”Wintergreen looked Louise up and down and brought her glasses lower on the bridge of her nose to scrutinise the girl’s attire.”Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Craven?””Yes.””And yet it has come to my attention that you and thing…” Wintergreen studied her notes. “Mister Edwards and you have been fraternising on these premises.”Mrs. Wintergreen removed her spectacles and sat back in her plush seat.”I can explain…””No need. It matters not the circumstances, but the fact, that you are in my office for the second time in three months. To my recollection, this is the first instance this has happened.””I can only apologise, Mrs. Wintergreen. We were just fooling around.””IN MY TIME!”Wintergreen lifted her right hand from beneath her desk and brought her favourite riding crop down on the mahogany hard. Louise jumped and inhaled deeply through her gaping mouth.”You have two choices here, young miss. Either leave or take the corporal punishment.”Fuck! What was it with this pervert? Caning and spanking? What was wrong with a written warning?”Oh, what the hell, I’ll take the crop.”A wry smile came over the older lady and she stood to her full six feet and moved around the desk to the vivacious blonde.”Bend over the desk then and put your hands on the far side.”Louise obeyed without a word and lowered herself across the wooden surface and stretched her arms out to the far edge. As her head went low her body moved forward and her cute posterior arched up into the air. Her short skirt rose up the back of her adorable bare thighs and up to the lower curve of her backside. She looked nervously over her shoulder to her right and saw the lady staring at her toned legs, whose gaze went from Bolu Escort the arched calves to the bottom of her bum.”Miss Craven. Hands on the far edge please, and make sure your thighs touch the edge.”Louise felt her heart beat faster as she waited nervously for the first strike. She felt the tension in the air and then with no warning, she was struck with the first smack to her vulnerable ass.”Ouch!” Cried the blonde.Louise went stiff-legged and she shut her eyes in throbbing pain. She felt a hard smack on her right buttock, and then the left. In the space of a few seconds, more cracks followed as the rapier thin crop came down on her rump, leaving thin stripes spread across her twin cheeks.Mrs. Wintergreen paused in mid-strike and for a second she looked over to the window to see a pigeon perch on the windowsill and seemingly watch proceedings.xTen years earlier.Traditional Swiss and European Finishing Schools of yesteryear have long provided young ladies an irreproachable foundation in all aspects of social etiquette, entertaining, and lifestyle appreciation, whilst men had the support of social training through The Grand Tour. As women transitioned from the dining room to the board room, most of the traditional feminine institutions closed, leaving both women and men to learn ‘it’ on their own. In place, Minding Manners was the first institution worldwide to introduce a contemporary Finishing School in a modular format addressing the needs of today’s women and men.Including social etiquette, business etiquette, protocol, and culture;Respecting the busy schedule of a demanding lifestyle;Allowing an ‘it’s never too late to learn’ approach;Overlooking Kensington Palace and the Gardens, the luxurious 5-star Milestone Hotel is home to Minding Manners International’s The Finishing Touch programme. Dating back to 1689 and once home to Ambassadors and Barons, this award-winning landmark sets the backdrop for London’s most refined finishing school course. Every step taken on the etiquette excursions is graced with Victorian heritage, from Kensington Palace and Royal Albert Hall along the Diana, Princess of Wales Flower Walk to the Albert Memorial, Hyde Park, and Exhibition Road which is home to some of London’s most important cultural institutions. This privilege allows one the exclusive pleasure of experiencing etiquette in its birthplace, with tutorial insights and hands-on practical experiences beyond measure. At Minding Manners International delegates join up from around the globe and are as integral to your experience as our trainers. This dynamic social etiquette programme is offered bi-monthly in London over a single month week and is fully accredited by the CPD Certification Service.Marian Wintergreen had registered as an eager thirty-year-old ex-private tutor for wealthy parents’ girls in the County of Kent. The money was adequate but when she was alerted to the Minding Manners finishing school for girls aged eighteen to nineteen, she applied for a position immediately.xA bell sounded and eighteen-year-old Flossie Buchanan entered the office of the Mistress. The feisty girl had broken protocol for the third detention in a week and was summoned before Mrs. Wintergreen once more. Bolu Escort Bayan Still clad in her uniform of a dark blue pleated kilt and a white blouse, Flossie stood stock still in front of the large mahogany desk. The kilt she wore barely reached mid-thigh and the blouse stretched tight across her heavy bosom. Her long well-shaped legs had white knee-high socks that showed off her sexy thighs.”Good morning, Mrs. Wintergreen.” Said she in a low voice.The stern-looking auburn-haired woman looked over the top of her eyeglasses at the blonde and shuffled some school reports on her desk. Flossie twiddled with a long strand of her hair and looked bored and shook her hips to and fro as she hopped from one foot to the other. She looked up to see a curious pigeon perching on the windowsill.”So, here we are again young lady.””Guess so,” Flossie answered in her best sweet sounding innocent voice.”Late for class, skipping class, incorrect uniform. That kind of thing. I’m very disappointed.”Flossie knew it was pointless trying to explain the other girls had given her incorrect class times and wrong locations to catch her out. The bitches!”You know what three demerits in a week mean?””Uh, uhh.” Flossie shook her head slowly.”It’s serious trouble, possible suspension even. Unless…””Madam?””Unless you agree to take the corporal punishment.””Say what? A beating? I’m eighteen, and this is 2013, not 1913!”Wintergreen lifted her right hand from beneath the desk and brought her favourite riding crop down hard on the mahogany.”You do NOT raise your voice to me, young lady! You may be at the age of consent but your parents pay ten grand a term for your tutoring. And I believe they should get their money’s worth.”Wintergreen’s eyes blazed and her nostrils flared. The sadistic lady was now in her element. As a youngster, her parents had believed in hard discipline and the rule of the crop. Something that Marian had embraced as an adult without shame or remorse.”Oh, what the hell, I’ll take the caning.”A wry smile came over the older lady and she stood to her full six feet and moved around the desk to the shorter vivacious beauty.”Splendid. Bend over the desk then and put your hands on the far side.”Flossie obeyed without a word and lowered herself across the wooden surface and stretched her arms out to the far edge. As her head went low her body moved forward and her bewitching posterior arched up into the air. Her short kilt rose up the back of her adorable bare thighs and up to the lower curve of her backside. She looked over her shoulder nervously to her right and saw the lady staring at her long-toned legs, whose gaze went from the well-shaped calves in the socks to the bottom of her bum. Flossie went wide-eyed as she saw Wintergreen rub her crotch under the tweed skirt vigorously.”Miss Buchanan, hands on the far edge please, and make sure your thighs touch the edge.”Flossie felt her heart beat fast as she waited for the first strike, she felt the tension in the air, and then with no warning she was struck with the first smack to her vulnerable ass.”Ouch!” Cried the blonde.She went stiff and shut her eyes in throbbing pain. She felt a hard smack on her right buttock, then the left. In the Escort Bolu space of a few seconds, more slaps followed as the crop came down on her rump, leaving thin stripes across her twin cheeks.Then Flossie felt one hand rest at the top of her bum. She felt her buttocks kneaded and squeezed and suddenly came the realisation her pussy was quite wet in her tight navy blue panties! Then her kilt was lifted up and laid over her lower back.”Er, Mrs. Wintergreen?””What’s this, you naughty girl! Are you aroused by this?”A hand slipped all the way up the inside of her soft thigh and wandered over the panties up to her pubic mound. Then Flossie had her underwear yanked down over the perfect curves of her enticing bottom to her knees and a trickle of fluid appeared between the smooth pussy lips of the blonde stunner. Automatically she brought her right hand back but it was slapped away.”Keep those hands up there! Look at this!”Mrs. Wintergreen dipped the middle finger of her hand inside the moist quim of Flossie and examined the dribble.”Disgusting, this is supposed to be punishment girl!”Yeah right, thought the blonde. I bet you are just as wet, you fucking pervert.”This means I have no option but to use my cane.”She went out of sight to a closet and returned with three canes and laid them on the desk alongside the resting blonde who gulped loudly.”I think Number One will suffice.”The woman picked up a beast of a cane, made of willow and well over a yard long and fairly thick. Flossie heard a whooshing sound as the cane was tested through the air. She felt it laid gently onto her offered hindquarters then heard it raised up and down hard.”EEK!” She exclaimed as the searing pain hit her.A thick red line appeared on her lovely white skin and it was joined by another as she was struck again. Now a narrow double red stripe showed against the soft flesh, straight and true across both cheeks. Mrs. Wintergreen looked on with pride at her work as Flossie trembled slightly and tensed her buttocks. She stood on tiptoes in her gym shoes and put her head down as far as she could, her ass way up in the air.THWACK!”OWWW!”THWACK!”WHOAARRR!”Flossie felt her bum flame up and she gritted her teeth as her buttocks took on a crimson colour. The sadistic woman leaned forward to savour the moment and to study the glorious damp pussy of the young blonde. You wicked bitch, thought Flossie as she became aware of her panties being tugged off over her feet leaving her naked from the waist down.”Spread your legs apart a little more, Miss Buchanan.””Oh Fuck!”Two more whacks of the cane came almost together and the once peachy flesh of the wonderful posterior of the quivering girl began to swell slightly in response to the impact. The tutor looked at the puffy bald labia beneath the flaming cheeks and rubbed her thighs together in bliss under her tweed skirt.”Very well, we will leave it at that. You may be excused.”Flossie felt her breath hiss from her lips as she stood up gingerly and straightened her clothing. Her ass burned, her pussy ached and even her tits hurt from being mashed against the top of the desk. She bent to retrieve her panties and picked them up and raised her right leg in order to put them back on.”NO! Bring them here.”Surprised she handed the damp underwear over to the smug-looking woman who sat back at her desk.”LEAVE!”Flossie turned to go, naked under her kilt. As she did so she stole a glance over her shoulder to see her panties being given a long and hard sniff by her torturer.
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