Penbury Lodge By Don & jo jo Brown

 

Penbury Lodge is situated on the outskirts of the North of England city of Leeds.

 

It is set in 120 acres of a mixture of wild meadows, various coppices and a large lake from which the main hall frontage looks out onto.

 

Fenced as to show its boundary’s, not as a prison, and a large white pebbled drive leading from the gatehouse, to the front door.

 

On approach you would think you were entering a Gentleman’s country mansion as you viewed the immaculate red bricked house.

 

Penbury Lodge caters for the wants and needs of somewhat distraught high-ranking parents whose daughters are getting somewhat out of control through a range of things, drink, sexual activities or just downright rude.

It also caters as a residential learning centre for young ladies who need that extra piece of education.

 

Parents induct their charges to the head, Dr. Brown and his dedicated team of both gentlemen and ladies.

The local area magistrate’s court also has the power to detain certain ladies whom are not too sure of their position in life and place them in the care of Dr. Brown from a week to 3 months

 

All in all Penbury has earnt a reputation of being firm but fair, caring yet instructive and above all it has an impeccable record of never having one girl returned into their keeping.

 

Induction is the same for either young girls sent by parents or the judiciary.

 

From home or from the courts the girls are brought by their respective parents or housekeepers, usually the latter.

They register at the gatehouse and go into a room with their guardians where they strip completely and hand over their clothes.

 

This in itself is a wake up call to cause maximum humiliation.

A young girl, striping in front of her daddy, or even worse, the housekeeper.

 

Failure to do this in the allotted time is punished by two of the ground staff being summoned, undressing the girl and laying on 20 lashes with their tawses, school issue to all staff members, on the girls naked bottom.

 

This always got the young ladies full attention; in almost every case it will have been their first taste of discipline even at 16 years old.

 

Clothes off, housekeeper or parent departed the girl would be given a light grey loose fitting tunic and sandals.

 

No underwear allowed and the loose tunic was so to allow easy access to the naked body for correction.

The sandals would also have their use as a corrective implement, after the tawse of course, 10 with a leather-soled sandal soon had the girls in forgiveness mode, and turn a pink bottom into a crimson one.

 

Once covered the girl would be escorted by the senior housemistress, Miss Harrop, to Dr. Browns office.

 

A quite palatial ex drawing room, still full of its original Victorian character.

 

Additionally a large oak desk with a green leather inlaid writing block, high winged black leather Chesterfield style chair, a large double fronted dresser, spanking horse, complete with leather ties and various stools and chairs. It was not hard to notice the wear on the Chesterfield arms.

 

Miss Harrop would leave the girl outside in the corridor as she knocked, and took in the new inmates notes.

 

The girl would then enter and stand, hands on head, as was to be her pose when in the company of a senior, in front of his desk. The house rules would be read and she would be given a copy, pretty basic really, what to do, and what not to do.

The what not to do capitalized with the punishment for so doing;

All punishments were started with 20 of the tawse, Dr. Brown felt it only civalised to have the girls bottom repaired prior to her correction.

 

Lateness = 10 strokes of the cane for every minute late.

 

Rudeness = 20 lashes of the dormitory belt followed by 20 strokes of the senior cane.

 

Untidiness = 30 lashes of the dormitory belt.

 

And so the list went on and the bottom item, usually overlooked at a first glance read as follows.

 

Prior to lights out at 9.30pm all girls will be taken to the toilet, wiped and inspected.

They will then form a queue, naked and hands on head, and taken in turn to lay over the dormitory chest, a large wooden barreled topped box in which correction implements were kept.

The dormitory belt would be removed from behind the door, from its special hook, and the housemistress, Miss Harrop, would administer 10 rapid, hard cutting lashes to each girls upturned bottom.

 

This would be on top of any bedtime spanking earned that day.

This ensured that every girl would go to bed crying and concentrate all their thoughts and dreams of being a credit to society.

 

The morning bell at 6.30am would see all girls out of bed, hands on head and await the arrival of the housemaster, George Kent.

The morning would start as the evening finished, toilet, wiped, lined up and belted.

This time George issued the morning wake up belting, if it were possible he was harder, faster and seemed to cover more area than Miss Harrop.

 

The girls then showered, dressed and started their day at breakfast, and just hoped it would not be their turn on the stage, naked, thrashed and left for all to watch as a warning of what happens to non conformists.

 

Next post we will follow the happenings to Miss Harrop as she makes an unscheduled slip up, or was it?

The Disciplinarians 2nd Visit - Don & jo jo Brown

I want to share my second experience of My Master allowing a Disciplinarian to deal with His naughty slave.

 

I received a text message at 9.30am by my Master who was away on business.  The message said.

 

I was to unlatch the door at 10am sharp and to stand in the corner of his office, naked, and with my nose touching the wall.  The Disciplinarian would come and find me and if I was not waiting exactly as instructed I would be extremely sorry.

 

I got myself into position at 9:55am and waited, those 5 minutes seem to go on forever, finally at the stroke of 10am exactly, i heard the door latch.   I was in position when He came in, especially seeing I wanted to impress him and show Him that I knew how to behave when I chose too.  

 

I was not bad all the time and I wanted Him to know that too, for some strange reason I really wanted to impress The Disciplinarian, I knew it was not to escape His punishment that would never happen, nor did I want to.  No, I knew I was feeling a strange attraction to this Master of pain.

 

I was scared, very scared, my mouth dry yet my hands sweaty.

 

He came over and checked me over, I still had my nose was on the wall He put His finger under my chin and he lifted my face, and then slapped it three times. I started to cry, so He slapped me again.

 

He then put down his bag, opened it and took out a strap, a crop and a cane, the strap was 2 inches wide, long and really thick.  The crop was a standard horse crop, leather with a leather loop at the end.

 

The cane looked to be a senior, long, and a fully half an inch thick.

 

Then he spent 10 minutes telling me how I must act in the presence of a Dom.

 

How i should look up at him at all times when He speaks to me, my eyes were never to leave him and how i should kneel in a room and present myself, naked, arched back pushing out my girlie sized tits. Head up, knees apart and hands upturned on my knees.

 

He told me that a sub should have peaceful presence so her master will feel at home with her, not want to leave to go to pub to get away from her.

 

He then told me to kneel and put my hands on my head.

Then He just spent time teaching me positions He wants me to take when He visits over the next 6 weeks.  I never knew that there were so many different ways you should kneel or present yourself to a Master.

 

I thought of my last session with the Disciplinarian, then i remembered the pain, but today was not the same, it was more about training than receiving His beating.

 

Before we finished He asked me what punishment I deserved, I answered, "the cane sir” He lifted me from kneeling with the aid of my nipples, firm without being rough.

 

A dinning chair was placed in the centre of the room and I knelt on it and leant over, thus protruding my bottom out.  I was told to keep the position or we would begin again.  He opened my legs wider and cupped my pussy, instinctively I pushed back and I came for him from his accurate fingering.  His wet fingers were moved to my head and I was allowed to lick them dry, so sweet so rewarding.

 

He knew of my fear of the cane and proceeded to give me 100 strokes, all counted by me, some gentle and reassuring, some hard and corrective.  After 100 He walked to the front of the chair and lifted my chin, I screwed my eyes for the slap but instead I felt his cock on my lips, I opened and took him in.

 

I was relaxed as He slipped in and out of my throat, gentle and loving as I swallowed his cum. He withdrew and for the first time I saw a brief smile.

 

"Thank you sir"

 

"Now back into the office, hands on head and wait for the phone to ring, or else……

 

I stood upright, rubbed as I ran and waited for the phone, my morning instruction going through my mind.



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