Night Howls 1920x1080 Version

Featuring JoJo Mooney as Miss June Johnson Steve Bickerstaff as Mr. Barton the Headmaster. Headmaster Mr Barton sat alone in his dimly lit office at Waterhouse Moor, drumming his fingers on the desk. He was already regretting his decision to offer evening classes for adults. The quiet hum of the empty school building only made him feel more irritated. A soft knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” he called. The door opened and in walked Miss Johnson — a mature student who had enrolled to improve her Italian. She had barely attended any classes. What shocked him most was her outfit: she was wearing full traditional school uniform — a crisp white blouse, short pleated grey skirt, knee-high white socks, and shiny black shoes. The outfit clung to her curvaceous figure in a way that was both innocent and provocative. Mr Barton stared at her for a long moment, his expression darkening. “Is this some kind of joke?” he asked coldly. “Are you trying to make a fool of me?” Miss Johnson shifted nervously but said nothing. Mr Barton stood up slowly. “If this is meant to be funny, the laugh is going to be on you. I will treat you exactly as I would any other girl who misbehaves in my school — only harsher.” He pointed to the centre of the room. “Stand there. Hands by your sides.” Miss Johnson obeyed. Mr Barton walked around her slowly. “Since you’ve chosen to dress like a schoolgirl, you will be punished like one. Bend over the desk.” Miss Johnson bent forward over the heavy oak desk. Mr Barton lifted her short pleated skirt and pulled her white cotton panties down to her knees, fully exposing her plump, round bottom. He began with his hand. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! “You’ve barely attended a single class,” he scolded, spanking steadily. “And now you turn up dressed like this? You clearly need a very firm reminder of how things work here.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Miss Johnson gasped and squirmed as her bottom quickly turned a bright, stinging pink. “Ow! Sir… I’m sorry!” “Not sorry enough,” Mr Barton replied, spanking harder. “This bottom is going to be properly sore by the time I’ve finished with you.” After a long, thorough hand spanking that left her bottom glowing, Mr Barton reached for his thick leather strap. “Bend further over and push that bottom out properly,” he ordered. “You’re going to get a long, hard strapping.” CRACK! The heavy strap landed with a loud, resounding crack across both cheeks. Miss Johnson cried out sharply. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “You will learn to take your studies seriously,” he said sternly, swinging the strap again and again. “Turning up dressed like this is an insult to this school and to me.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Miss Johnson yelped and wriggled desperately as the thick leather bit deeply into her flesh. “Keep still!” Mr Barton commanded. “You wanted to play the schoolgirl tonight. Now you’re going to suffer the consequences like one.” He continued the harsh strapping without mercy, delivering stroke after powerful stroke. The loud cracks of leather on bare skin filled the office as he focused especially on her sit-spots and the backs of her thighs. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Ow! Sir, please! It hurts so much!” “It’s supposed to hurt,” he replied coldly. “You’ve wasted my time and your own. This is exactly what you deserve.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He laid the strap on relentlessly, covering every inch of her bottom and upper thighs until they were a deep, angry red with wide, overlapping welts. Miss Johnson was gasping and crying out with every stroke, her legs trembling. Mr Barton paused for only a moment, then continued with renewed intensity. “You will remember this strapping for a long time,” he said, swinging the leather harder. “Every time you sit down tomorrow, you’ll think about your behaviour tonight.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Miss Johnson’s bottom and thighs were now badly marked — hot, swollen, and covered in thick red stripes. She was breathing heavily, tears running down her face. Only after a very long and severe strapping did Mr Barton finally set the strap aside. He ran his hand firmly over her scorched, welted flesh, squeezing the burning marks and making her cry out again. “There,” he said with clear satisfaction. “A very sore, very well-strapped bottom and thighs. Perhaps now you will think twice before wasting my time again.” Miss Johnson remained bent over the desk, her marked bottom on full display, the deep ache settling in. “Stand up and face the wall,” Mr Barton ordered. “Hands on your head. You will stay like that and reflect on your behaviour until I tell you otherwise.” Text by Mistress Eleise Courtney Video Information The video "Night Howls" is a short erotic corporal punishment film written, directed and produced by Cliff James. Please note: This video is from the archives and is not up to the standard of today's HD clips.