Hi George, Thank you for your email. Your work as a teacher sounds rewarding and I'm sure the strap must have been helpful. That you bumped into Roxy all those years later and she thanked you for the strappings, how they helped turn her life around, should be proof enough. I hope you'll tell me more about taking a strap home from school.

You asked about getting the tawse. Each time was memorable. I'll tell you about the first.

It wasn't long after classes started. I told you I'd taken time off after school and wasn't in the habit of doing school work. I was pretty good I thought but a few assignments were late and I didn't do well in one subject, math. I'd been good at math and was resting on my laurels I guess and not working on new things. Mrs. Lemon was my teacher. I knew she was strict, would use the strap herself or send students for the cane, so I was forewarned. I just never thought it would actually happen to me. Even after two girls in the class had been punished by her, one the tawse the other the bum strap. The stories they told should have deterred me.

I remember it was Wednesday, I had Mrs. Lemon at 10am for math, and my assignment wasn't finished. At the end of class as we were leaving she said, "Elizabeth, a moment please." I'm thinking a warning. It was more than that. She said it was important to set out on the right foot with classwork otherwise I risked falling behind and put my career at risk. "I think it's best we get you set straight now, Elizabeth. Meet me here after the last class today and we'll go down to the spanking room." "Spanking room?" I stammered. "Yes, you were told about the corrections room when you arrived. Today you'll visit it." "Oh, please, Mrs. Lemon, I won't be late again," I pleased, She smiled, not unkindly, and said, "I hope you won't. Be here after your last class. Off you go."

Stunned I turned and started to leave when she said, "In case you're wondering, as this is the first time you and I have to do this I'm going to give you the tawse today."

The day passed in a fog and at 4pm I found myself back at Mrs. Lemon's classroom. She was at the door, talking with another teacher and said, "There you are Elizabeth. Right on time." Then to the other teacher she said, "Elizabeth has been having some on-time problems so we're going downstairs for the tawse." The other teacher looked very solemn and said, "I'm sure she needs it."

With that Mrs. Lemon said, "Come Elizabeth," and off we went down the corridor to the stairwell. As we went down the stairs Mrs. Lemon said, "I never like having to take students down here." I didn't find that much of a comfort. At the bottom of the stairs we turned right past a number of doors. "The spanking room is the last one on the right," she said as we walked along. "I know your nervous and likely frightened, You should be. As you may have heard I always give a good strapping. But, soon we'll be passing here, going the other direction, and we'll both be glad it's over. Here we are."

She opened the door, it wasn't locked, and she moved a bit of painted plywood from a green spot to a red spot on the outside of the door. Under the green spot was the word 'FREE' and under the red 'IN USE.' She stepped in, I followed. She flicked on the overhead light and closed the door.

George, I can remember every detail of that room, how it was furnished, and in particular a well padded gym horse that must have had the legs cut a bit as it was quite low. I won't bother you with all those details. Perhaps another time. For now it's enough to say my eyes were wide, my knees weak and my heart racing. Also, the room was institutional but as the lighting wasn't over top bright and it had some comfy looking furnishings, including an oriental carpet on the floor, if it wasn't a spanking room it would have been quite nice in some ways.

To my surprise Mrs. Lemon sat in a chair and directed me to sit in one directly across from her. "I'd like some background to help make this more effective for you. Have you ever been spanked before?"

"Yes," I managed to say.

"When was the last time? Recently?"

"A year ago."

"Would you call it a good spanking, or just a mild one?"

"Pretty good, I guess."

"From your parents? Mom? Dad"

"Dad but mom was there."

"Do you think it helped you?"

"I guess so."

"Good, I hope your spanking today will help you too and so I'll have to make it a good one. You understand that, don't you?"

I nodded yes.

"Was your last spanking on your bottom? Bare?"

"Yes," I managed to say.

"Hand, hairbrush, strap?"

I struggled but wasn't able to answer. She reached out took hold of my hands, and in a calm and kind voice said, "Elizabeth? I need to know."

"Hand to start, then the paddle and two with the strap."

"Were you over your dad's knee for all of it?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever had the strap on your hands before?"

"No."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find it effective. Now, let's get this over with? Stand up please,"

We both stood up, she went over to a cabinet, opened a drawer, took out a book and put it on the desk. "This is the punishment register we'll fill out afterwards." Then reaching back in the drawer she took out the tawse. I gasped when she turned holding it. It was cut at one end, not the end she was holding, into two tails each a couple of inches long. She flicked it back and forth a bit saying, "It's nice a supple. The caretaker, Mr. Goodrich and his wife, keep it well oiled."

Stepping closer to me she said, "I've decided to divide your spanking in two. I normally would give five on each hand, but what I'm going to do is give you three on each hand, see how that goes, and then, the last two. Now, hold out your hand, palm up, that's it, a little higher please. Very nice. Look me in the eye. Thank you."

She paused and said, "I'm sorry I have to do this but you do understand you need this, don't you?" I managed to whisper, "I guess so," and she said, not unkindly, "your guess is right," Then, still looking me in the eye she said, "This is going to hurt and burn and it's okay if you yell. You're bound to cry before we're finished. That's okay. We're all alone down here today. What isn't okay is for you to move, pull your hand away. If you do that one won't count and I'll have to give it to you again, Do you understand?" "Yes," I managed to reply.

"Very well ... remember keep your hand in place."

I had been looking her in the eye and so saw her raise the tawse up, it went back over her right shoulder and then she looked down at my palm and down came the strap. The crack was loud, the pain intense, I screamed. Her left hand reached out, took light hold of my left wrist, "remember to hold it in place," she said. I was looking at my hand, then up at the strap which was already over her shoulder. Quietly she said, "I'll just give that a moment or two to settle in ..... hand up a little please ... thank you ..." and then the strap came down. It hurt more the second time and I screamed louder. I was crying, blubbering but managed to keep my hand out. Soon after I got the third.

She let go of my hand and as I cried and shook it thinking somehow that would help, she said, "I'll wait a minute before I do your other hand. I want you to think about how much the tawse hurts and how if you get assignments done on time we'll not have to come back here --- at least for that."

I sobbed and then she said, "Alright, Elizabeth, time to do the other hand. Hold your right hand up please."

"Oh please no more. I'll never be late again. I promise. I promise."

Kindly she said, "I'm sorry, Elizabeth, you're going to get the strap again." Then in a much firmer tone, "Hold your hand up ... now!"

I did as requested, the strap went up, came down and I let out such a cry of pain. Before I knew it the second landed on my hand. Her left hand, again holding my wrist, lifted my hand up a bit, and I got the third.

I was a blubbering mess. I walked in circles crying, rubbing my palms. When I calmed down a bit she told me to sit down across from her again. I did and when I'd regained some of my composure she said, "You've had three of the five on each hand, Elizabeth. As awful as it is the next two are the most important ones, They will hurt the most, and will be what you remember the next time you might be late."

I pleaded with her not to give me more, I'd had enough, I'd learned the lesson. and she said she was sorry but she always gave a proper strapping and we weren't finished yet. "Tell me honestly, Elizabeth. Which was worse. The spanking your dad gave you a year ago, or the three on each hand you just had?" I knew the spanking I'd had on my bottom was worse but didn't want to say so. She said, "It was the spanking your dad gave you, wasn't it?" I nodded. "I thought so and I have to conclude that while this strapping doesn't necessarily need to be as bad, or worse, you do need more to be sure you've learned your lesson."

She was right about the last two on each hand. They were memorable. I think she swung the strap harder to be sure.

It took me awhile to settle down and she used the time to fill out the punishment register. Before she left I had to sign. It showed time, who did it, who got it, which strap was used, the number of strokes given, a place for comments and for each of us to sign. One thing I noted was a space with the word 'enema' --- I guess she could see me looking at it. She said, "sometimes, along with a spanking a student gets an enema." She pointed to a door I'd seen but assumed it was some sort of closet. "That's the enema room, the treatment room is the proper name, but it's just called the enema room as that's where I'd take you for an enema."

I was obviously a freshly spanked student when we left. She marked the room from 'IN USE' to 'OPEN' As we went down the hall she said something that surprised me. "I know your hands still hurt. Lord knows mine hurt after the strap." That was the shocker. I'd not thought of her ever having had the strap. Then she said, "so it won't be quite as nice for you as it is for me but I always like the walk back after I've had to spank a student, better."

On the stairs, right at the top, we passed another teacher with a student, I'd not gotten to know many at that point, but not a first year one, and it was clear they were on their way to the corrections room. The teacher said, "looks like good timing." and Mrs. Lemon said, "yes, the room is free for you."

Back on the main floor Mrs. Lemon said, "I hope you'll learn from that Elizabeth. Off you go." She turned and headed back towards her classroom and I went to the residence knowing it would be clear to anyone I passed I'd just come from a spanking.

Thankfully I didn't pass too many, When I got to my room my roommate was waiting for me and wanted all the grizzly details. This opened up us talking about spankings and enemas as her first question when I got to the room was, "did you get an enema too?"

We both had spanking and enema experience at home. Someday I may tell you about that George. Now it's your turn to tell me about taking the strap home from school.

Elizabeth