Bottom Up For Discipline

Featuring Lisa Wigan as Amy Thompson Mel Starsky as Charlie Thompson Larry Barnes as The Headmaster Christina Grantham as The Teacher Amy Thompson, at twenty-two years old, had a persistent habit that deeply frustrated her husband. Despite being a grown woman, she frequently slipped into the persona and behaviours of a mischievous sixteen-year-old schoolgirl. After months of patience wearing thin, Mr. Thompson finally reached out to Sir Larry — a renowned specialist in traditional discipline. On a quiet Saturday afternoon, Sir Larry arrived at their home. Amy stood nervously in the living room, dressed in her favourite pleated school skirt and white blouse. Sir Larry wasted no time. He sat down and addressed her directly. “You are no longer a schoolgirl, Amy. Yet you continue to behave like one. Today we will begin a course of aversion therapy. Every time you feel the urge to regress into this juvenile behaviour, your body will be reminded — quite painfully — that such conduct is no longer acceptable.” He turned to Mr. Thompson. “You will also take part. By the end of this session, you will be fully capable of correcting your wife yourself.” Amy was instructed to bend over the back of a sturdy chair. Sir Larry lifted her skirt and slowly lowered her white panties to her knees, fully exposing her smooth, round bottom. He began with a firm, thorough hand spanking, warming her skin until it glowed a bright pink. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! “You are far too old for this childish behaviour,” Sir Larry lectured as his hand cracked down steadily. “From now on, every time you act like a naughty schoolgirl, you will be treated accordingly — only much more severely.” After several minutes of hard hand spanking, Sir Larry reached for a twin-tailed tawse. “Now we shall move on to something with more bite,” he said. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The twin-tailed tawse landed with sharp, stinging pain, the two leather tails spreading the impact across both cheeks at once. Amy gasped loudly as the leather bit into her tender flesh. “This will help your subconscious associate your juvenile behaviour with genuine discomfort,” Sir Larry explained, continuing to apply the tawse with measured, deliberate strokes. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He worked methodically, alternating between her bottom and the tops of her thighs, making sure every stroke was felt. Amy squirmed and cried out as the dual tails left wide, burning stripes across her skin. Once her bottom was sufficiently marked from the tawse, Sir Larry picked up a thick black studded leather strap. “Now for something even more memorable,” he said. THUD! THUD! THUD! The heavy, studded strap landed with deep, punishing impacts. The metal studs added an extra layer of sting with every stroke. “Ow! Sir, please!” Amy cried out, rising onto her toes. “Keep your position,” Sir Larry ordered firmly. “Your husband has paid for a proper lesson, and that is exactly what you are going to receive.” THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! He strapped her hard and relentlessly, the thick leather wrapping around her curves with every heavy stroke. By the time he finally set the studded strap aside, Amy’s bottom and upper thighs were a deep, angry red, covered in overlapping welts and beginning to bruise. Sir Larry then picked up the long rattan cane. “Lie flat over the chair,” he instructed. “Arms stretched out in front of you. You will receive twenty-four strokes. You will count every single one aloud and thank us after each stroke. Failure to do so will result in extra strokes.” Amy positioned herself as instructed, trembling. THWACK! “One… thank you, Sir!” THWACK! THWACK! “Two… Three… Ow!” Sir Larry caned her with slow, deliberate severity, each stroke landing painfully across her already sore and welted bottom. “You are a married woman now,” he lectured between strokes. “You will behave like one. Every time you feel tempted to regress into childish behaviour, you will remember exactly how this cane feels.” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “Ten… Eleven… Twelve! Oh god, Sir!” “Twelve more to go,” Sir Larry said calmly. “You will feel every single one of them.” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “Sixteen… Seventeen… Eighteen… Nineteen! Please, Sir!” After twenty-four hard strokes, Amy’s bottom was a blazing, criss-crossed mess of thick red and purple welts. She was sobbing quietly, her legs shaking. Sir Larry ran his hand firmly over her scorched flesh. “A very well-punished bottom,” he said with satisfaction. “This is only the beginning of your aversion therapy. Should you regress again, the entire process will be repeated — and next time, it will be even stricter.” Amy remained bent over the chair, breathing shakily, her bottom throbbing with intense heat. Mr. Thompson gently helped her stand and pulled her into his arms. “This is for your own good,” he said quietly. “From now on, you will act like the adult woman you are.” Text by Eleise Courtney Video Information The video "Bottom Up For Discipline" is a short...