As Brian slowly drove home , sore, sorry, and squirming miserable in the car, some 4 hours after his belated arrival at his bi-monthly meeting with his “Governess’, he feared what his strict wife would say at his late arrival home.
The 74 strokes of the cane had left him a bellowing, blubbering mess, long before Governess had inflicted the final strokes on his poor raw behind. Thirty minutes in the corner, before a thorough hairbrushing on his welted, tender ass over Governess’s knee, a penance for turning in his homework both late and incomplete, had seemed like an eternity to poor Robert, as he wept copious tears of repentance almost from the start of his extended, severe spanking.
Finally, after another long stint in the corner, Governess addressed his abysmal showing on his homework results, blistering his ravished, raw rear end with 5 wicked strokes of the heavy tawse for each of his 17 incorrect answers on his quiz, while he cried piteously and remorsefully as she flayed his naked behind, tied securely over the spanking horse. Governess did not believe in leniency, treating each shortcoming and punishment as an independent event.
Sent home, a sorry and contrite man, Brian vowed to himself to try and study much harder next week. He whimpered and groaned aloud however, as he couldn’t imagine how he could possibly complete the 20 plus hours of weekly homework, with the additional 1,500 punishment lines Governess had assigned him for his next session, while still keeping up with all of his chores his wife would assign him over the next fortnight. And while Brian tried avoiding his Governess' wrath at all costs, he feared his wifes' anger even more, given that she was the one who insisted on Brian regularly visiting Governess in the first place.
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As Brian slowly drove home , sore, sorry, and squirming miserable in the car, some 4 hours after his belated arrival at his bi-monthly meeting with his “Governess’, he feared what his strict wife would say at his late arrival home.
The 74 strokes of the cane had left him a bellowing, blubbering mess, long before Governess had inflicted the final strokes on his poor raw behind. Thirty minutes in the corner, before a thorough hairbrushing on his welted, tender ass over Governess’s knee, a penance for turning in his homework both late and incomplete, had seemed like an eternity to poor Robert, as he wept copious tears of repentance almost from the start of his extended, severe spanking.
Finally, after another long stint in the corner, Governess addressed his abysmal showing on his homework results, blistering his ravished, raw rear end with 5 wicked strokes of the heavy tawse for each of his 17 incorrect answers on his quiz, while he cried piteously and remorsefully as she flayed his naked behind, tied securely over the spanking horse. Governess did not believe in leniency, treating each shortcoming and punishment as an independent event.
Sent home, a sorry and contrite man, Brian vowed to himself to try and study much harder next week. He whimpered and groaned aloud however, as he couldn’t imagine how he could possibly complete the 20 plus hours of weekly homework, with the additional 1,500 punishment lines Governess had assigned him for his next session, while still keeping up with all of his chores his wife would assign him over the next fortnight. And while Brian tried avoiding his Governess' wrath at all costs, he feared his wifes' anger even more, given that she was the one who insisted on Brian regularly visiting Governess in the first place.