schoolmistress – Page 2 – Contemplating the divine

Comeuppances

A lovely word. Rarely used in the plural, but there are some of us that need repeated reminders.

Of course, as an employee you are welcome to put forward any criticisms you might have of that policy. They have policies about dealing with employee feedback, too. Lots of policies.

Perhaps he could save himself some tribute money, when they announce the results of the next teachers’ pay review.

There’s a reason that dial goes up to ten, so why not turn it all the way and let it stay there? I suspect the guidelines are erring on the side of caution and anyway, even it does break, they could always get another.

Sounds like she has the haughty ‘domme’ attitude down pat already. I suspect she’s going to be really good at this.

That does sound a bit fearsome. Thank goodness it’ll only be temporary.

Forbidding ladies

Don’t worry. One day you’ll no longer be a valuable asset.

You can still walk away. For that to happen, you’ll need a degree of conscious control over your limbs, so you might need to wait a few moments.

Some might find it bizarre that he’s the one paying her, really, but we don’t, do we?

The extraordinarily wonderful Lady Sophia Black. But no link to her web site, as she’s retired. Like Paltego said a couple of weeks ago, you mustn’t leave it too late – see what you miss out on?

I’m beginning to think she might be taking in laundry from her friends, to earn a little money on the side, the sly old thing.

Sorry, readers, I couldn’t resist. Well… I could have. But I didn’t.

Rather tediously, just a quick word about anonymity. I’m getting more and more comments on the blog, which is absolutely brilliant, and I do try to reply to them all. Blogger provides an option for whether to allow anonymous comments and with some trepidation I switched it on some years back and I have not regretted it. Almost all comments are fun and kind, I have very, very few trolls and the occasional marketing blurb that escapes the spam filters can easily be deleted (or left up if I think it funny).

So, all good. But it’s getting harder to reply to all of the anonymous comments as specifically as I’d like. You are of course welcome to be as anonymous as you want. Our society is at present sadly unappreciative of males who need to be dressed in little maid outfits and have their naughty bottoms smacked until they squeal (actually, most if not all males need that, but the majority don’t know it yet). However, if you could try to be just a little less anonymous, that would make the comments section more fun, I think. Two options. One: you can set up a Google account in a fake name. I mean, I myself am not actually called ‘Servitor’ in real life, startlingly enough. I have a completely separate Windows log-in for naughty stuff and that’s where Servitor lives, when he’s not chained up in the doghouse outside. Two, if you’re uncomfortable with that you can still be officially ‘Anonymous’ but put some name at the bottom of your comments. Misses Zoe and Holly do that, so do many others. Even femsup can manage it, and he’s a worthless, incompetent worm, as I think he’d be the first to admit. No offence, ‘sup.

Or don’t. Up to you. I won’t delete purely anonymous comments and I’ll keep trying to reply to them. So there are neither rewards nor consequences for good behaviour in this regard, as this blog is not under proper female supervision. Just a suggestion.

Goodness, that was a lot of words with no wanking material involved. And there you are, sitting all ready with your trousers down around your ankles. Go on, then, have an extra captioned image of a lovely lady, as a reward for getting this far.

Quite right. Back to those chores.

Lashing out

In case you’re wondering, I’m not doing April Fool’s Day stuff. I have before.

One year I warned people in advance that the blog was going to feature occasional fem-sub content, then came up with this. And then a year later, ran a feature on those mis-understood (and modest and humble) members of our BDSM community: male doms. Believe me, Contemplating the Divine going M/f is about as likely as the Catholic Church embracing Wicca or a video found on Pornhub being, y’know, any good.

Then another year I did this, which was a bit rubbish but had lots of lovely pictures.

But not this year. No, really. This isn’t some kind of self-referential ‘tell them there’s no April Fool joke but then there is’ thing. Sorry. Just the usual crap.

So much hell to dish out, so little time. People think the life of an OWK Lady is all lazing around eating peeled grapes, but really it’s all go, all the time.

You want know what I think? I think these are very good ideas and she’s right about this, as she is about everything. That’s what I think and I’m determined not to think anything else.

The food’s not as good as at a traditional British boarding school, but other than that the lifestyle’s pretty similar, I understand.

That’s her sweet ‘girl next door’ look. She has some very scared (and lucky) neighbours.

This is the sweet and vanilla Melisande Sin, to be found in a few places in Poland (which Russia would be well advised not to invade because (a) NATO and (b) her).

Still, at least she remembered your anniversary this time.

Sweet surrender

It’s basically harmless: it’s just in a cage to keep it from getting into trouble, that’s all.

Life-long learning. Apparently we’ll all be doing that in the future, which sounds very exciting.

No, nothing.

Happiest day of your life they say. OK, that’s not always true but it does seem certain there will be a great many days after this one that are thoroughly unhappy, so it’s quite an accurate description.

Oh well. She tried. Now she’ll try something else.

Embarassingly accurate

I wonder if she’s jealous that she never gets to do the ironing any more?

The girls could probably handle more than ten reasons, but at that point the boys would run out of fingers so it’s probably best not to go there.

Don’t worry, he won’t be there all night. She’s got a pillory in the bedroom too. In fact, it’s the same model so he can just stagger there still wearing the cross-piece and it slots right in.

I was too worried about ending up with some embarrassing word tattooed on me in Chinese or Japanese so my SO kindly agreed to do it in English instead – just as well, as it turns out ‘wanker’ doesn’t translate directly.

You could try licking the tears back up.

Strictly enforced whims

C’mon, give it a chance. She wore the red dress for you, after all.

Don’t get the wrong idea: they take bullying very seriously. All the girls get three bullying classes every week (as do the boys and the male teachers, albeit in a different way), and most of them are in the after-school club too. They’re regional champions.

Actually, I’d have been able to tell Kurt was here even it wasn’t for the loud grunting noises – who else leaves a bag of dirty laundry waiting for me in the hall? One day, he’s going to go too far and he and I are going to have to have words. But not today: he’s a bit busy and that dinner won’t make itself.

Oh well, so much for that day out.

This could turn into a vicious spiral.

Harsh words

Freud once said a cigar is sometimes just a cigar. Similarly, bath brushes can be used for scrubbing backs, hairbrushes for brushing hair, anal hooks for, erm… well, anyway, the point is: not everything’s BDSM, all the time, you know? Sadly.

Don’t worry – the course of justice is not being perverted. His Lordship was probably going to cut the trial short anyway, as he has so much homework to do.

You might as well consent: it’s going to happen anyway, so why not make it all nice and legal? Well… it probably won’t be ‘nice’ as such, but you know what I mean.

Acting the part here, entirely out of character, is the wonderful Miss Amy Hunter, who once spent a couple of hours giving Servitor a very hard time with a tawse, then made it all all right again with a lovely hug.

Can’t be too careful. The nice thing about having spares, is that she doesn’t have to go easy.

Wise women

…and the unwise men they look after.

Mmm? Oh.. yeah, sure.

Ladies! An object lesson in the importance of not having too much removed when your submissive goes in for an operation.

For such a powerful, self-confident lady, she has surprisingly narrow limits.

A few days later, when he was fully recovered, they gave him the eleven Tic-Tacs he won over the course of the evening. What – did you think they were lying to him? No: they play fair.

My domme takes schoolboy sessions so seriously that she makes me take GCSE exams. Usually, I do OK, although anything worse than a B can be quite painful. Last year, though, because of Covid, grades were awarded on the teacher’s assessment of competence, so I was barely able to walk after receiving my ‘results’.

Keep smiling through

Fans (there aren’t many) of the Downton Domination series here probably, like me, feel a subtle frisson when contemplating the nannies, chaste husbands and simply frightfully modern lesbians who feature in those tales. How can we simply enjoy tales of thrashings, chastity and forced homosexuality among this carefree inter-war generation, knowing the global catastrophe that was to overtake them in a few short years? I don’t know about you, but I for one cannot enjoy a good wank to femdom porn, in the presence of uncertainty about how it relates to the rise of global fascism and the collapse of the false hope of international order founded on the League of Nations.

So today we run the reel of history forward, so to speak, to see the heroism of ordinary women and men – mainly women, obviously – from the darkest days of the Blitz through to the triumph of democracy.

NB: before anyone points it out, yes I realise the same lovely lady appears in several different roles in these images. She is not simultaneously a British secret agent, a headmistress of a rather superior girls’ school and a gallant Frenchwoman risking all to shelter a downed British airman. She is an actress.

Good authority

Actually, she found him quite easily. She’s clever like that.

Hmmm… well, I suppose it makes a change from having to deal with uncomfortably large things.

I think your educational prospects just became a lot brighter. No one forgets a really committed teacher.

They have separate resuscitation practice sessions, but they do that inside with the volunteer strapped to a table. One of the girls is ex-military and has done some waterboarding, so it’s all very safe.

Remember: professional submission is not prostitution. He should consider himself more as a therapist, helping clients deal with feelings of anger.