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F/M Spanking Stories: Fouettard’s Academy – Part Three



It just keeps getting better.


The third installment of Fouettard’s Academy, titled ‘Dana’s Idea’, from UK Laureate…   






Fouettard’s Academy: (3) Dana’s idea

Shortly before the end of week eight Mrs Armstrong made an announcement, which came as a surprise to the students. She informed them that the following week’s session would be only half a day, in the afternoon. “Ms Kane and I have some important work to do in the morning, so you boys are excused; and for one week only you are also excused from bringing the usual envelope,” she said. “However, you will be here to begin at two pm sharp and we have some special lessons planned for the afternoon.”

The ‘important work’ Mrs Armstrong referred to had been Dana’s idea. Ever thoughtful and creative, she had suggested to Julia that to really keep ‘the boys’ in order, it would help if their wives were spanking them at home during the week, and that they should hold a session for the wives to train them in disciplinary techniques. Initially, Julia was sceptical, figuring that by training the wives she might be cutting her own throat in a business sense. However, Dana pointed out that the next term was already fully enrolled and the waiting list for places was growing. By training the wives there would be less need for re-enrolments and they would be able to take on six new boys each term. In addition, she argued, such an action would support the wider principle of female supremacy – the more women engaged in domestic discipline the better.

It was this latter argument that largely won Julia over, but she harboured doubts about whether the wives would be keen. After all, there had been nothing to stop them undertaking the discipline of their husbands but instead they had chosen to enrol them at Fouettards. “Let me phone and speak to them,” Dana had requested, and Julia agreed.

Dana was proved right. (Was she ever wrong?) Some days later she informed Julia that all six had agreed. Most had responded enthusiastically, others needed a bit more encouragement. Mrs Wordsworth had argued that she found the whole thing a bit ‘kinky’ and that she was not very comfortable about taking part in it. Joanne Rowley, Henry Potter’s fiancée, had been the most resistant. She understood Dana’s reasoning but strongly doubted her ability to play the disciplinary role. “All the more reason to come and give it a go,” Dana had said, and eventually both women were persuaded.

Julia and Dana worked together to plan the session, and it was agreed to hold it on the morning of the penultimate Saturday of term. That day had now come and all the women were assembled, along with three guys, known to Dana, who had been specially invited. The wives had been given strict instructions not to tell their husbands where they were going; this was to be a surprise for later.

In the first part of the session the women listened to Julia and Dana explaining the importance of domestic discipline spankings. 

“Quite simply,” Julia began, “a good old-fashioned, over-the-knee bare-bottom spanking takes a lot of beating, if you’ll excuse the expression, especially in a domestic context. I imagine most of you suffered that fate when you were little, and I’m pretty sure that all your men-folk did too. So why is domestic discipline good? First and foremost it will take him back to when he really was a small boy, helpless over his mother’s knee. Recapturing those feelings is essential, because it reminds him of female dominance, and doing as he’s told by the woman in his life. Back then it was his mother, now it’s you, but the element of control should be the same, and if he fails to do what you tell him, or engages in behaviour of which you disapprove, then he has to be brought back in line.”


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Dana reminded them that alongside imposing strict discipline, it was also important to enjoy the activity. “There’s nothing I like better than a naked male bottom over my lap or bending over in front of me,” she said, smiling broadly. “I enjoy the authority, but I also enjoy the spanking itself and the scolding with which I accompany it. And the better your man becomes trained, the more he will thank you afterwards, and you will enjoy not only his better behaviour but his greater devotion to your needs as a woman.”
Dana also suggested the importance of variety. “As well as hand spankings, there’s a whole range of household implements you can use,” she said, listing the wooden spoon and spatula, a carpet beater, a ruler, a ping-pong bat, a fly-swatter, slippers with rubber or leather soles, thick leather belts, “and probably more; just use your imagination,” she said, her face displaying a wicked grin. There were several chuckles from her audience.

Julia then ran through other purpose-designed implements for more severe discipline, showing the women a huge range of paddles, whips, riding crops, straps, tawses, and canes. “Before you go I’ll give you a list of some websites where you can purchase all these things,” she said, “but although some of them are fairly expensive, there are also a lot of cheaper items so you don’t need to spend a fortune, and I’m not advising you to rush out and build an arsenal. Just get maybe one or two, and introduce them gradually – if you can bear to wait, of course!” Again the women laughed. 

After some discussion and a break for coffee it was time for some live practice – hence the presence of the three guys Dana had recruited. Initially, Anne Dickens, Emma Austen, and Penny Fleming were each paired with one of the guys to practice OTK spanking, using their hands and a range of implements; this was supervised by Dana, who gave advice and made suggestions to help the women improve their technique.

While this was happening, Julia led a caning workshop for the other three women. For starters Julia had brought a large black cushion, which she placed strategically on a chair. She then drew a thick white chalk line across the middle. “An important part of giving a good caning is accuracy,” she explained to the women, “so that you can space the strokes to produce a series of lines without too much overlapping.” Having given a few demonstration strokes, she invited the women in turn to undertake some target practice, the aim being to land the cane on, or as near as possible, the chalk line. “Initially, go for accuracy rather than power,” Julia advised, but if you use plenty of wrist action the cane will swish very nicely.”

Mary Wordsworth was first to try. Her first attempts were awkward and somewhat wayward, but as she continued not only did she feel more comfortable with the rhythm of making the strokes but also her aim became much more accurate. Next up was Caroline Wilde. During the morning it had quickly become clear to Julia and Dana that Mrs Wilde was a strong, confident woman. She had never held a cane before but seemed at ease as she took hold of it & gave it a few swishes through the air. Her first shot at the cushion landed plum on the line, sending up a puff of chalk. The other women applauded. “Beginner’s luck”, said Caroline, though inwardly she was pleased with herself. Her second attempt was almost as good, landing within half an inch of the line. The third, which she struck more firmly, again landed right on the line with a pronounced thwack, producing another puff of chalk. Mrs Wilde, it seemed, was a natural! After another half-dozen or so attempts, all of which were reasonably close to the line, Julia commented that she didn’t think Caroline required any more practice and that she was confident that her husband would be experiencing a neatly striped bottom in the near future.

Joanne Rowley was not so successful. She had not overcome her nervousness about the whole thing, and couldn’t imagine herself ever giving her husband-to-be a caning. Her initial strokes were both feeble and wide of the mark. “Take your time, just get used to holding and swishing the cane,” Julia had encouraged. Joanne persevered and gradually her aim became better, though the strokes were still rather mild. “OK, honey, now, just think to yourself, this cushion has been very, very naughty. I want you to teach it a lesson. Take your arm back further and make sure to flex your wrist.” Joanne followed Julia’s instructions and this time the rattan landed on the cushion with a meaty thwack, and not too far from the line. The others applauded, and Joanne’s face broke into a slightly embarrassed smile. Five minutes later, after more practice, she was, as Julia commented, “really getting into the swing of it”. 

In due course the two groups of wives swapped places, with the OTK group learning about caning, and vice versa. The unmistakeable sounds of spanking echoed around the room. Then, finally, Julia called all the women together. Their final practice was to try out their new-found caning skills on a human being, namely one of the three guys, all of whom were now thoroughly reddened as a result of being spanked almost continually for the past hour.

Julia positioned a chair and the first guy was ordered to bend over with his hands on the seat. She suggested that Caroline Wilde should be the first wife, confident that this would get them off to a good start. She was not disappointed. Mrs Wilde landed six stingers, spreading them across different parts of the guy’s backside, to applause from Julia, Dana and the other women. Emma Austen was next, and added to the guy’s discomfort with six firm and reasonably well-placed strokes.

A second guy took the place of the first and was ‘dealt with’ by Mary Wordsworth and Penny Fleming, both of whom did quite well. Then finally it was the turn of the third guy to offer his backside for target practice. Anne Dickens, who, like Caroline Wilde had found the task had come fairly naturally to her, stepped forward and gave six of the best that Julia and Dana would have been proud to have delivered themselves. Finally, it was Joanne Rowley. Despite her initial nervousness, watching the other wives doing so well had made her determined not to let the side down. She didn’t, applying the strokes with a degree of panache that, at the start of the morning, she wouldn’t have imagined possible.

“Bravo, ladies,” said Julia, and she and Dana embraced all the women in turn, congratulating them on their new-found skills. Dana thanked the three guys for being good sports and participating so well, prompting the wives to break into some impromptu applause. 

The morning had been challenging but also great fun. “I think that went well,” Julia said to Dana, who certainly agreed. In fact her idea had proved to be even more successful than she anticipated, and she herself had greatly enjoyed passing on the benefits of her knowledge, skill and experience to the women.

The eight women enjoyed a delicious lunch ordered in by Julia, and of course much of the discussion was about the activities of the morning and their feelings about acting as disciplinarians to their husbands, or in Joanne Rowley’s case, fiancé. They also heard from Julia about the demerits system employed at Fouettards. Then, conscious of the time, they had been secreted away in a back room, anxious that they should not be seen if any of the ‘boys’ arrived early for the afternoon session.

By two pm all the men had arrived and the session began. “Good afternoon, boys,” Mrs Armstrong greeted them, “I hope you have put your morning off to good use and are ready for what we have in store ….. though, actually, I rather doubt that.” She smiled, knowingly, and it was all Dana could do to prevent herself laughing aloud.

The boys were given just ten minutes, much less time than usual, to write their behaviour confessions. Each in turn was then given two minutes to read out their list to the group, at the end of which Mrs Armstrong and Ms Kane collected all the notes they had written.

“There’s something strange going on here,” commented Joe Austen, “this doesn’t smell right to me.” Dickens, always perceptive, agreed.

Their suspicions were soon confirmed, as Mrs Armstrong announced that she had a surprise for them, at which point Ms Kane left the room. She carried on speaking until a few moments later Ms Kane reappeared, followed by the six wives. Julia and Dana studied the boys’ reactions; the astonishment on their faces was a joy to behold!

“What the hell?” said Fleming.

“Oh my goodness, this I don’t believe,” groaned Wilde.

Mrs Armstrong pulled out some chairs and the wives sat in a group at the front of the room. As the initial shock wore off and the reality of the situation had started to sink in, the boys had gone quiet. 

“I trust you boys are delighted to see your loving partners here to support your education,” Mrs Armstrong said with an irony that amused her. “I did inform you that we had some special lessons planned for this afternoon. What will now happen is that each of you in turn will be the focus of attention. I shall read out the confession you have written this afternoon and then invite your wife to comment on its accuracy and any omissions. In consultation with her I shall then decide on how many demerits you deserve. However, instead of staying behind at the end, any punishment required will be given immediately, in front of the whole group.”

Wilde put his head in his hands, an action noticed by Mrs Armstrong. “What’s the matter, Wilde, are you unhappy with these arrangements?” 

“Well, Ma’am, it’s just that having my wife watching me get spanked will be rather…er… embarrassing.”

“My dear boy, don’t worry yourself on that score,” said Mrs Armstrong, “I’m sure we can find a way around it. In the circumstances I think you should be first, so that you don’t have too long to worry.” In truth she had already determined that Wilde would be first, having seen his wife in action during the morning practice sessions.

“Stand up, Wilde, while I’m reading out your list,” Mrs Armstrong ordered. “Right, number one, ‘I upset Caroline by watching a football game instead of helping with the chores’. Number two, ‘I got home a bit late on Wednesday when a meeting over-ran’. Number three, ‘I forgot to collect her suit from the dry-cleaners’. Mmm, not a very impressive record, is it, Wilde?

“No, Ma’am.”

Mrs Armstrong turned to his wife. “So, Mrs Wilde, what are your comments on what you’ve heard. Is this a full and accurate record?”

“I’m afraid not, Mrs Armstrong. Number one is true, but there’s no mention that I asked him three times to help me, and each time he ignored me. Number two, well, he makes it sound as though it was not his fault. I have every reason to believe that it was not a work meeting that over-ran, it was a drinking meeting with his mates, and I don’t consider two hours to be a bit late but very late indeed, and there was no phone call to let me know. What he hasn’t mentioned at all is that he’d forgotten previously to pay the phone bill so we received a red reminder, and when I went to use the car yesterday it was almost out of petrol so I had to stop at the garage to fill up, which made me late.”

“Thank you, Mrs Wilde. Well, now then,” Mrs Armstrong began, putting on her best magisterial tone, “let us consider the situation. Two misbehaviours downplayed considerably, and two omitted entirely. I think that calls for some serious punishment. What do you think Ms Kane?”

“Very poor indeed,” said Dana, “certainly not less than fifty demerits in my opinion.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Mrs Armstrong agreed, which was not surprising as she and Dana had already agreed that Wilde should be given sufficient demerits for a caning, irrespective of his record. “So, Wilde, you are very well aware of the tariff for fifty demerits. Come out here now.” As she spoke she walked to the side of the room and picked up a cane from the table where she had placed a variety of implements. She then pulled out a chair, which she placed in the centre of the room in front of where the boys were sitting. 

“Come along, Wilde, you know the score by now. Get that bottom bared and bend over the chair so that your loving wife can give you what you deserve.” She looked up at the other boys. “Oh, I’m sorry boys, did I forget to mention that it would be your devoted partner administering the punishment today? And if any of you harbour any doubts about how effective that will be, I should also inform you that these lovely ladies have been here all morning learning and practising, which is why your attendance was not required.” 

Ernie Wilde, waiting with his trousers at half-mast, and the rest of the boys were stunned. What was already uncomfortable had now descended into a nightmare. If only they could wake up and discover it was not the case. It was.

Mrs Armstrong turned to Caroline Wilde and asked her to come up and set the wheels in motion. She stood up, walked centre stage and took the cane from Mrs Armstrong. “The tariff for fifty demerits is twelve of the best, Mrs Wilde; kindly proceed in your own time.”

Her husband did not enjoy the next couple of minutes. Mrs Wilde’s proficiency was again demonstrated as the rattan swished, whined and thwacked, occasioning several loud yells from the recipient’s mouth. The lines across his backside were further proof, if any were needed, of her accuracy and first-class technique. 

“Pull your trousers up, boy, and go back to your place,” Mrs Armstrong commanded, “and difficult as it may be, make sure you sit still for the rest of the afternoon or I’ll have you out here for some more.” Wilde ruefully made his way back to his chair.

In turn the rest of the boys were reviewed, sentenced and punished. On this occasion Mrs Armstrong’s decisions about the extent and nature of their punishment were based not simply on what their misdemeanours deserved but also on what she thought their wives were most capable of giving and would most enjoy. Consequently, two of the men were given a hand-spanking, one was slippered, one was paddled, while Potter was the other student to get a caning as Mrs Armstrong wanted to help increase his fiancée’s confidence and authority. In some cases this meant they escaped with a lesser punishment than would normally have been the case, but the embarrassment of being spanked in front of all the other students and their wives added an unwelcome dimension.

“Excellent,” Mrs Armstrong declared after the final punishment had been completed, and went on to inform the boys, if they had not already anticipated as much, that she fully expected the marital discipline to continue. “So if any of you were thinking that next Saturday would see the end of your punishments you’d better think again. Is that not correct, ladies?” She turned to where the wives were sitting, and was greeted with comments like “certainly”, “you can bet on it” and “can’t wait to get started”. Their menfolk looked on with not a little resignation and foreboding.

“Dana, you’re a genius,” Julia said as the two women reviewed the day. “What we’ve done today could be truly life-changing, and it’s all down to your idea. And I’ve decided that, in future, session nine will always take this form, indeed, I’m going to build it into the initial contract.”

“Thank you,” Dana replied. “I’ve learnt a bit over the years about what naughty boys need, and even if they protest initially, it’s not long before they’re thanking me and coming back for more, because they experience the benefits of what I do. Anything I can do to help more men and women have better lives gives me great pleasure.”
To be continued.






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One Reply to “F/M Spanking Stories: Fouettard’s Academy – Part Three”

  1. Wow! This is one hot story – hot enough to get an old man all tingling and excited!

    Thank you so much for writing it – it is so well done!

    I wait, with bated breath and quivering buttocks for part 4!

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