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It’s been a long time since I did a video report for you, Sir, but then, I’ve been getting a more hands-on education from you, Sir!

I loved this video. Everything was perfect. The situation of “bad girl” being sent to the headmaster’s house by her concerned parents for discipline, the actors, the set, everything!

Except – the girl obviously missed a cue that caused an awkward cut at the end of the video. I believe it was because the actress was tuning out the actor while he lectured her – which is actually probably quite accurate if you are portraying how a teenager will react! However, for me, in our M/s dynamic, it’s not how things are at all. I’m hyper-attuned to what you say – especially if what you are talking about is future harsher punishments, as is the case in this video!

This video gives me helpful hints on how to dress as the schoolgirl for you. And, masochistically enough, it really makes me want to try the birch (something which I will quite possibly regret about 45 seconds into you trying one on me for the first time, but regardless, my bottom tingles with anticipation for it.)

What I really loved here was how the girl was lectured by the headmaster. He never stopped talking to her. I know by now I do not have to tell you how much I appreciate that in a scene. Your words connect me to you, to what is happening. They keep me from going off into bad places in my head. His continuing lecture on discipline, the history of discipline, reminders of why the girl needed said discipline, was incredibly hot to me. Which is really funny if you consider that I hated getting lectured by my parents (and, during my teens, when they tried to talk sense into me, I’d rudely interrupt with, “Daaaad! Don’t lecture me!” And simply refuse to listen to them. Which should have gotten me punished in some way, but they never did, so I guess, Sir, that means more work for you now!)

Anyway, the one thing that really bothered me was the girl’s reactions. As in, she didn’t have much. Either I am a big wuss, or she wasn’t getting punished that hard. But the cane weals looked quite vivid! I know I certainly would have made more noise in that very bent over position he made her maintain.

It kind of embarrasses me, Sir. Please tell me if you are happy with my reactions. I try really hard to give the right reaction – but I cry out more times than I just breath hard through clenched teeth or make a small “unnnhhh” sound. I want to do the appropriate noises, ones that please you.

This was the first video that I’ve ever masturbated to orgasm watching. Of course, it’s also the first video I’ve watched since you got me Mr. Buzzy! I watched to the end of the caning, wasn’t quite there (I was trying to come right on a cane stroke, but they weren’t spaced in a good rhythm for that) and so I went back to the start of the caning and started again. But the timing was still not great, and I ended up coming after a really good-sounding cane-stroke, but just as he was lecturing about these modern mamby-pamby ideas of discipline!

Well, Sir, this was quite a change from the last video, that’s for sure!

I really enjoyed this video, Sir, but it’s about equally for the unintentional humor as for the tawse that is the real star of the video! My favorite lines include:

“But I think that’s a bit unfair for an undergraduate!” (I actually chortled!)

“What a spectacular amount of noise, Louise.” (I had to agree with the dry-witted Scotsman, there. He wasn’t hitting her that hard!)

And I really liked the somewhat surreal bit at the end where the “ex-head-girl” stripped naked and was the furniture for noisy Louise to lie on. I know a friend (or several!) who would give anything to do that for me, Sir! [grins widely]

But, putting snarky humor aside, Sir, this video did get me very excited. I don’t know why I find the tawse so exciting, Sir, (perhaps the fact that I know there is one in your car at any given moment [grins wider] ) but it really … ooooh!

And, I have to say, I’d rather be scared by a severe caning video than bored by too-light strokes of a tawse, hand, or slipper any day! There were some really good hits … but then they’d be followed by some very “pulled punches,” and they are far more unsatisfactory to watch than to receive! Actually, I used to find too-light spanks really painfully, heart-breakingly disappointing. It makes me smile to remember the first time you spanked me: you started so light and I was worried, “Isn’t he going to hit me harder?!” But then, oh Sir, you hit me much harder! I was in heaven!

When I am with you, I can enjoy the light blows for the lovely sensation they are – assured that much worse (better) is not far away.

Which is funny for me to write, actually, Sir. As you will read in the “composition” I have for you, Sir, I used to be scared that I was not a “real masochist.” I saw bottoms at play parties take all sorts of pain that was just way too much for me to even think about. I felt very inadequate, Sir!

I think that was because, at the point in time that I was going to play parties, my health had improved so that I could take more pain – but I was not at the right place in my head to believe in myself, or with the right partner I could trust to push my limits. So, deep down, I knew I could take more, and wanted more, but it was under a layer of, “No, I can’t do that!”

The funny thing that changed it for me, Sir, was the movie Secretary! Since then, I have been so hungry for pain, and yet had sort of given up on finding someone who was right to give it to me.

Which I guess is why I made the most inept flirtations and eventual bumbling proposition to you, Sir. It meant so much to me! I can be all slick and suave when it doesn’t mean that much to me. But this meant so much to me – and it means even more to me now!

Sir, I was doing okay on not missing you too much before I watched this. Now I long to hear your voice. I’d probably cry on the phone again, though.

I was going to wait until tomorrow to write up my thoughts on this video – but I am putting off even masturbation to write this all down – I have to. The cane lays over my lap as I write. (I don’t know why, but it is a comforting thing.)

Sir – this video made me cringe with almost every stroke. This was much less mental arousal than the previous film – but the physical reaction was exactly the same.

(Image from ClassicSpanking.com)

It started out so well. Just the kind of role-play I like: his doctor’s coat was a turn-on, as well as the thick-rimmed glasses. I have long craved and fantasized about not just a “test” scene like this, but an actual interrogation scene, so I was excited from the get-go.

I was happy with the length of the lead-in part of the film. I like a good storyline and this video was excellent for that.

When she was bent over the table, waiting for the first stroke, and he swished the cane through the air, my heart leaped into my throat. I can’t even describe the horror/fascination when he hit her for the first stroke and it came up so fast, so dark. That was when I knew I was in trouble.

I watched the rest, slack-jawed, in a sort of shock. About half-way through I paused it, went for a drink of water for my dry mouth, and then held the cane and stroked it. I told myself, “This cane will do that to you.” I tried to make myself feel it, not to try to talk myself out of wanting it, but to simply comprehend realistically what is going to happen. But I just liked touching it – it feels good and smooth in my hands. Just spending some time holding the cane calmed me down, although it seems very strange to me, not like a reaction I should be having at all.

The rest of the film was somehow easier. Flight officer Fennington kept kicking up, and moving her hands and head from where he wanted her to. My first reaction was, “I wouldn’t do that!” My response to myself was, “You fool, you’ll kick and raise up and protest as much or more than her!” I resolved the internal conflict by thinking that for the video it was simply good visuals to have her squirming around like that, and you simply won’t let me get away with as much as she did. I do not want to get away with anything, Sir. I want to learn how to, when you tell me not to move, hold still for the whole caning.

The one other thing that really got to me was how cold and clinical he was. Which of course, was his role in this video. But I think that would hurt me more than the caning. I know that when he ran his finger – just one – down her welts, oh, it was so terrible! It made me feel worse inside than the huge bruises that were forming on her cheeks. Yet, it was perfect – he was pretty perfect in the role (although the “name and rank” part was too short for my tastes; if I were in that scene, I think it would have helped me to have had to answer questions yelled at me, to be offered “this pain will end if you just tell us what we want to know,” etc. Being able to slip into the role more fully would have helped me deal with the pain and the … lack of my Master’s warm caring touch. Otherwise, why bother with a scene at all, why not just have at her with the cane and be done with it?) and I found myself having the same reaction to the coldness as the caning, in the end.

The cold shower part was disappointing, just an afterthought. (Not that I’d actually want to experience a cold shower — that would just make me give up and want to be cuddled in a warm blanket until I was the right temperature again!)

This film did not give me the “warm fuzzies,” like the other one did. (And who would have thought that a caning film would ever give me the warm fuzzies? – not me!) But it gave me something else: a goal.

To conclude, Sir: I come away from this film wanting to take a caning just like this from you, for you.

Brutal Examination	Six of the Best!
Truly sadistic caning	Thrown in a cold shower

(These images from video-on-demand site HotMovies.com)