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Global Lines Reporter
Newspaper for the discerning gentleman.
Good news as Johnathon and Jennifer Heath notes are rather wordy. We are publishing the first two chapters, we hope that you enjoy reading them as much as we have.
Also here are a few teasers from chapters to come.
‘Wipe your eyes and then you may rub your bottom, you might have screamed the house down but you kept your position, well done Matilda’
‘I took the hairbrush out and gave her a good whack that she wasn't expecting’
‘Miss Williamson opted for twenty four strokes of the cane rather than have her pay docked and also had to correct her mistake in class’
Notes from Former Headmaster Hawthorn School for Girls
Over the years my notes and diaries have become faded and a little watermarked leaving many words hard to read, this is what we have salvaged.
Chapter One. Saturday
Despite the jewel in the British empire's jewel in the crown having been lost around f******n years ago, Hawthorn School for Girls was still doing very well, nearly all of its pupils were the daughters of rich British consulate officials and businessmen in Bombay who paid a lot of money for the privileged education that Hawtheorn offered. It was situated over a hundred miles from the hustle and bustle of the massive city. It had a five mile private road to the train station that linked it to Bombay and along which many of the servants lived it also had a spur leading to Kingham School for Boys, which was run on the same basis by my good old Royal Air Force chum Archie. At both schools we made a point to the pupils about the dangers of leaving the school grounds, citing Blake's Tyger Tyger burning bright, the abundance of cobras and the lack of mongooses in the area.
We enjoyed a good life, the teachers at the schools pretty much ran them, so my wife Jeniffer and I along with Archie and his wife Claudia spent much of our time relaxing drinking gin with plenty of tonic for the quinine, it helps keep any malaria at bay.
It was a hot late Saturday afternoon my wife and I were on the veranda at our house with Archie and Claudia, taking our quinine quota and being cooled by two young naked punkhawallahs, a beautiful naked girl whose young breasts swayed each time she pulled the rope to move the fan and a young boy with a solid erection which the women would glance at every so often.
We heard the rumble of groundsman Peters Mk 2A Land Rover as it headed for the school main building, a few minutes later the telephone rang. I gently slapped the little Indian girl's firm light caramel coloured bottom as I went into the house to answer the phone.
It was Edna Hamilton the school matron who informed me that Peter had found three of our girls on the road to the station.
‘Make the prep and recovery room ready please and send Peter to collect me, thank you Edna’
Peter arrived promptly and I jumped in the olive drab four wheel drive.
‘They were nearly at the station when I stopped them, I locked them in the back until the train arrived with your port and stilton’
‘That was fortunate timing, thanks Pete'
The girls were waiting outside my study, not in uniform but in their 'Sunday best' at least they had thought to try and escape undercover, we must be teaching them some common sense.
'Wait here until you are called'
I shut the door behind me and went to my filing cabinet and pulled the girls' signed parental corporal punishment consent forms, they were short and clearly typed.
‘I give my consent to use any punishment that Hawthorn School for Girls feels necessary and any medical examinations and treatments needed’
I laid them out on my desk facing outward so the girls could see them. Next I selected two canes from my implement wardrobe and put them on my desk behind the consent forms.
I turned the air con on. It would take some time to cool the room from 120 degrees fahrenheit.
I dialled three on the phone Edna answered almost immediately after the rotor had returned to nought.
'Is everything ready? Okay come to my study and bring the girls in please'
Despite the title of matron Edna was in her early thirties, maybe slightly plain in the face, but a good womanly body. Five minutes later she knocked on my door
'Come in'
She was dressed in a nurse-like outfit which was suitable for the work to come. She led the three girls in and lined them up in front of my desk facing me and their respective consent forms.
The girls looked a bit worse for wear after the long walk in the heat but they had youth on their side and still looked pretty. I knew the girls Matilda Smyth, Jane Dawlish and Allison Dixon to be close friends whose parents all worked in Bombay.
‘Well girls what do you have to say for yourselves? What were you doing out of bounds?’
The girls were silent, looking at the floor rather than me, the canes or the consent forms. I picked up the longer thicker of the canes and swished it through the air ‘Come on now answer me or do I have to beat it out of you? You're all in enough trouble as it is’
‘We are homesick sir’ Jane Dawlish mumbled
‘All of you look at me speak up and explain yourselves’ They lifted their heads and stood up straight.
‘We were homesick sir, we wanted to go and see our parents, we were going to catch a train sir to the city sir ’ Jane said in a more normal but slightly quivering voice.
‘Who’s idea was this dangerous stupid escapade?’
‘All of ours sir’ they piped up almost in unison
‘Well you are all going to be severely punished. Matron take them to the showers and get them cleaned up, put them in their white short sleeve gym shirts and nothing else, give me a bell when they are in the preparation room and would you ask Elizabeth to bring me some cold tonic and a bucket of ice please’
Chapter Two. The Warm Up
I took a short cane from my desk drawer and placed it beside the others on my desk. I also took volume eight of the punishment book and also the current volume. I opened volume eight to Elizabeth Morton’s page. I smiled at the long list of spankings and canings I had given her when she was a pupil at the school. Every pupil who passed through Hawthorn would be caned by me more than once, there was a long list of rules and it is impossible not to break at least one of them, all punishments were on the bare bottom or more frequently the recipient would be naked.
I had employed Elizabeth to be assistant Matron a couple years after she left here as a pupil. She had found Bomby to be an awful city, the English faction were terrible bores, and when she tried to move back to Britain she found it very cold. In truth I had employed her because she was just so beautiful, had a great body and had an amazing talent for oral sex amongst other things. She knocked on the door
‘Come in’
She was also dressed in a blue nurse's smock and white bib.
‘Put the ice bucket in the stand Liz’
‘Yes sir’ she replied with a coy smile, I Iiked
that she still called me sir despite not being a pupil anymore.
‘Pour two G&Ts and then come stand beside me’
‘Yes sir’ as she poured the drinks she remarked ‘Looks like there's going to be a caning’
She handed me my cold glass and we both took a few long sips.
‘Yes at least three girls are going to feel the sting of the cane, Matilda Smyth, Jane Dawlish and Allison Dixon’
I pointed to one of the many entries in the old punishment book for Elizabeth Morton ‘Do you remember this punishment?’
‘Oh my gosh yes, it was my first time for that one she pointed at the top line in the punishment description. I'm guessing that the girls are going to get that tonight?’
‘Oh yes and the rest your punishment that day’
‘Can I watch the canings please sir’ again she gave me that shy smile.
‘Maybe’ I picked up the short stick ‘Hold out your right hand palm flat’
The cane was a quarter of second from her hand when she pulled it back, we both laughed, she had always hated being caned on the hand.
‘So what comes next Elizabeth Morton?’
She pointed at the long crook handled cane on the desk, slipped off her bib and smock and stood naked before me. My eyes travelled down from her sparkling blue eyes to her twenty one year old 36D breasts, her near hourglass shape and her absolutely smooth pubic bone and labia majora. She stood with her legs slightly apart, raised her arms above her head arching her back pushing her breasts out before effortlessly swooping down to touch her toes.
I rubbed the cane up her inner thighs and used it to part her lips a little, she groaned with pleasure.
I aimed for a little higher than the middle of her bare cheeks, the cane arced through the air and cracked loudly on to her skin, she swayed slightly at the hard impact, most girls would have screamed out loud in pain.
‘One thank you sir’ she said calmly.
I took about 15 seconds to tap and aim the second stroke, a welt was starting to form from the first when the cane landed half an inch below, she swayed a little again her fingers still touching her toes.
‘Two thank you sir’
About one and a quarter minutes later stroke number six was ready, this would land on the tender crease between buttocks and thighs, Elizibeth anticipated this and stuck her bottom out further so it would hit the mark.
The cane connected well,biting into the soft skin Elizabeth made a small high pitched squeak.
‘Six thank you sir’
I started for the top again aiming in between the still rising welts
Around three minutes later I was back at the tender part at the crease I taped just below but landed a huge stinger on the same line as before.
‘Phew crikey twelve thank you sir’
‘Stand up girl’
‘Is that it sir? I need more sir’
It was then she saw that had I had kicked off my sandals and was unbuttoning my jungle shorts I stepped out of them freeing my erect flagpole.
‘Oh sorry yes you will need some relief before the main event won’t you sir?’
She had her mouth around my cock and was doing exquisite things with her hand on my balls before I could reply ‘Yes and we haven't got much time before Matron will be ready’
I collapsed back into my chair and gently pushed the back of her head as she sucked and squeezed, her shining short blonde hair smelt and felt great as she bobbed up and down. I was in heaven when the phone’s loud bell interrupted, I managed to pick it up, it was Edna ‘The girls are cleaned and ready standing at the foot of the bed I have the head girl watching over them’
‘I’m coming’ Liz sucked hard and deep, a finger pushed hard just under my scrotum. ‘I am coming right now’ I heard the phone click off on the other end, I dropped the receiver and filled Elizabeth’s lovely mouth with my seaman. She released my cock from her mouth with a sucking pop, rose up to look me in the eyes, gaged a little and stuck out her tongue with my juice all over it then smiled and swallowed. She took a cotton handkerchief from my desk and dipped it into the slowly melting ice and cleaned the last of my ejaculate up from my wilting penis.
f you have any news stories for us at The Global Lines Reporter please msg Artherzod (editor)
Feel free to comment and add to your favorites, spread the word as well as legs :)
Newspaper for the discerning gentleman.
Good news as Johnathon and Jennifer Heath notes are rather wordy. We are publishing the first two chapters, we hope that you enjoy reading them as much as we have.
Also here are a few teasers from chapters to come.
‘Wipe your eyes and then you may rub your bottom, you might have screamed the house down but you kept your position, well done Matilda’
‘I took the hairbrush out and gave her a good whack that she wasn't expecting’
‘Miss Williamson opted for twenty four strokes of the cane rather than have her pay docked and also had to correct her mistake in class’
Notes from Former Headmaster Hawthorn School for Girls
Over the years my notes and diaries have become faded and a little watermarked leaving many words hard to read, this is what we have salvaged.
Chapter One. Saturday
Despite the jewel in the British empire's jewel in the crown having been lost around f******n years ago, Hawthorn School for Girls was still doing very well, nearly all of its pupils were the daughters of rich British consulate officials and businessmen in Bombay who paid a lot of money for the privileged education that Hawtheorn offered. It was situated over a hundred miles from the hustle and bustle of the massive city. It had a five mile private road to the train station that linked it to Bombay and along which many of the servants lived it also had a spur leading to Kingham School for Boys, which was run on the same basis by my good old Royal Air Force chum Archie. At both schools we made a point to the pupils about the dangers of leaving the school grounds, citing Blake's Tyger Tyger burning bright, the abundance of cobras and the lack of mongooses in the area.
We enjoyed a good life, the teachers at the schools pretty much ran them, so my wife Jeniffer and I along with Archie and his wife Claudia spent much of our time relaxing drinking gin with plenty of tonic for the quinine, it helps keep any malaria at bay.
It was a hot late Saturday afternoon my wife and I were on the veranda at our house with Archie and Claudia, taking our quinine quota and being cooled by two young naked punkhawallahs, a beautiful naked girl whose young breasts swayed each time she pulled the rope to move the fan and a young boy with a solid erection which the women would glance at every so often.
We heard the rumble of groundsman Peters Mk 2A Land Rover as it headed for the school main building, a few minutes later the telephone rang. I gently slapped the little Indian girl's firm light caramel coloured bottom as I went into the house to answer the phone.
It was Edna Hamilton the school matron who informed me that Peter had found three of our girls on the road to the station.
‘Make the prep and recovery room ready please and send Peter to collect me, thank you Edna’
Peter arrived promptly and I jumped in the olive drab four wheel drive.
‘They were nearly at the station when I stopped them, I locked them in the back until the train arrived with your port and stilton’
‘That was fortunate timing, thanks Pete'
The girls were waiting outside my study, not in uniform but in their 'Sunday best' at least they had thought to try and escape undercover, we must be teaching them some common sense.
'Wait here until you are called'
I shut the door behind me and went to my filing cabinet and pulled the girls' signed parental corporal punishment consent forms, they were short and clearly typed.
‘I give my consent to use any punishment that Hawthorn School for Girls feels necessary and any medical examinations and treatments needed’
I laid them out on my desk facing outward so the girls could see them. Next I selected two canes from my implement wardrobe and put them on my desk behind the consent forms.
I turned the air con on. It would take some time to cool the room from 120 degrees fahrenheit.
I dialled three on the phone Edna answered almost immediately after the rotor had returned to nought.
'Is everything ready? Okay come to my study and bring the girls in please'
Despite the title of matron Edna was in her early thirties, maybe slightly plain in the face, but a good womanly body. Five minutes later she knocked on my door
'Come in'
She was dressed in a nurse-like outfit which was suitable for the work to come. She led the three girls in and lined them up in front of my desk facing me and their respective consent forms.
The girls looked a bit worse for wear after the long walk in the heat but they had youth on their side and still looked pretty. I knew the girls Matilda Smyth, Jane Dawlish and Allison Dixon to be close friends whose parents all worked in Bombay.
‘Well girls what do you have to say for yourselves? What were you doing out of bounds?’
The girls were silent, looking at the floor rather than me, the canes or the consent forms. I picked up the longer thicker of the canes and swished it through the air ‘Come on now answer me or do I have to beat it out of you? You're all in enough trouble as it is’
‘We are homesick sir’ Jane Dawlish mumbled
‘All of you look at me speak up and explain yourselves’ They lifted their heads and stood up straight.
‘We were homesick sir, we wanted to go and see our parents, we were going to catch a train sir to the city sir ’ Jane said in a more normal but slightly quivering voice.
‘Who’s idea was this dangerous stupid escapade?’
‘All of ours sir’ they piped up almost in unison
‘Well you are all going to be severely punished. Matron take them to the showers and get them cleaned up, put them in their white short sleeve gym shirts and nothing else, give me a bell when they are in the preparation room and would you ask Elizabeth to bring me some cold tonic and a bucket of ice please’
Chapter Two. The Warm Up
I took a short cane from my desk drawer and placed it beside the others on my desk. I also took volume eight of the punishment book and also the current volume. I opened volume eight to Elizabeth Morton’s page. I smiled at the long list of spankings and canings I had given her when she was a pupil at the school. Every pupil who passed through Hawthorn would be caned by me more than once, there was a long list of rules and it is impossible not to break at least one of them, all punishments were on the bare bottom or more frequently the recipient would be naked.
I had employed Elizabeth to be assistant Matron a couple years after she left here as a pupil. She had found Bomby to be an awful city, the English faction were terrible bores, and when she tried to move back to Britain she found it very cold. In truth I had employed her because she was just so beautiful, had a great body and had an amazing talent for oral sex amongst other things. She knocked on the door
‘Come in’
She was also dressed in a blue nurse's smock and white bib.
‘Put the ice bucket in the stand Liz’
‘Yes sir’ she replied with a coy smile, I Iiked
that she still called me sir despite not being a pupil anymore.
‘Pour two G&Ts and then come stand beside me’
‘Yes sir’ as she poured the drinks she remarked ‘Looks like there's going to be a caning’
She handed me my cold glass and we both took a few long sips.
‘Yes at least three girls are going to feel the sting of the cane, Matilda Smyth, Jane Dawlish and Allison Dixon’
I pointed to one of the many entries in the old punishment book for Elizabeth Morton ‘Do you remember this punishment?’
‘Oh my gosh yes, it was my first time for that one she pointed at the top line in the punishment description. I'm guessing that the girls are going to get that tonight?’
‘Oh yes and the rest your punishment that day’
‘Can I watch the canings please sir’ again she gave me that shy smile.
‘Maybe’ I picked up the short stick ‘Hold out your right hand palm flat’
The cane was a quarter of second from her hand when she pulled it back, we both laughed, she had always hated being caned on the hand.
‘So what comes next Elizabeth Morton?’
She pointed at the long crook handled cane on the desk, slipped off her bib and smock and stood naked before me. My eyes travelled down from her sparkling blue eyes to her twenty one year old 36D breasts, her near hourglass shape and her absolutely smooth pubic bone and labia majora. She stood with her legs slightly apart, raised her arms above her head arching her back pushing her breasts out before effortlessly swooping down to touch her toes.
I rubbed the cane up her inner thighs and used it to part her lips a little, she groaned with pleasure.
I aimed for a little higher than the middle of her bare cheeks, the cane arced through the air and cracked loudly on to her skin, she swayed slightly at the hard impact, most girls would have screamed out loud in pain.
‘One thank you sir’ she said calmly.
I took about 15 seconds to tap and aim the second stroke, a welt was starting to form from the first when the cane landed half an inch below, she swayed a little again her fingers still touching her toes.
‘Two thank you sir’
About one and a quarter minutes later stroke number six was ready, this would land on the tender crease between buttocks and thighs, Elizibeth anticipated this and stuck her bottom out further so it would hit the mark.
The cane connected well,biting into the soft skin Elizabeth made a small high pitched squeak.
‘Six thank you sir’
I started for the top again aiming in between the still rising welts
Around three minutes later I was back at the tender part at the crease I taped just below but landed a huge stinger on the same line as before.
‘Phew crikey twelve thank you sir’
‘Stand up girl’
‘Is that it sir? I need more sir’
It was then she saw that had I had kicked off my sandals and was unbuttoning my jungle shorts I stepped out of them freeing my erect flagpole.
‘Oh sorry yes you will need some relief before the main event won’t you sir?’
She had her mouth around my cock and was doing exquisite things with her hand on my balls before I could reply ‘Yes and we haven't got much time before Matron will be ready’
I collapsed back into my chair and gently pushed the back of her head as she sucked and squeezed, her shining short blonde hair smelt and felt great as she bobbed up and down. I was in heaven when the phone’s loud bell interrupted, I managed to pick it up, it was Edna ‘The girls are cleaned and ready standing at the foot of the bed I have the head girl watching over them’
‘I’m coming’ Liz sucked hard and deep, a finger pushed hard just under my scrotum. ‘I am coming right now’ I heard the phone click off on the other end, I dropped the receiver and filled Elizabeth’s lovely mouth with my seaman. She released my cock from her mouth with a sucking pop, rose up to look me in the eyes, gaged a little and stuck out her tongue with my juice all over it then smiled and swallowed. She took a cotton handkerchief from my desk and dipped it into the slowly melting ice and cleaned the last of my ejaculate up from my wilting penis.
f you have any news stories for us at The Global Lines Reporter please msg Artherzod (editor)
Feel free to comment and add to your favorites, spread the word as well as legs :)
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