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Mature Matron Disciplines and Trains
(Miranda Birch)

My name is Sue Coleridge. I have always been a big girl, and have always found it difficult to meet men who satisfy my particular, ah, requirements -- of which more anon! On reaching `a certain age', I applied for and was accepted for a position as matron in a good class private school. This post was ideal for me. My charges were all teenage boys, as it was a same-sex school. I was robust in my dealings with my charges, quite stern with naughty boys and thoroughly enjoyed corrective sessions. I used corporal punishment for discipline and correction, of course. But also I added certain `refinements' of my own. To be honest, my corrective duties became bound up with my sexual life, which consisted of affairs with the older boys at the school. 



As housemother to teenage boys, it was my duty to impose discipline for offences not only in the dormitories but also around the school. The school rules would often confine culprits to their dormitory for a whole weekend or even longer periods when necessary as a punishment for various offences. Naturally the boys hated this form of discipline. As a result, I often offered a boy the choice of accepting personal punishment from me as an alternative. Although I was well known for my strictness, a number of boys preferred to get their punishment over and done with, and therefore accepted my offer. It would look odd if boys were invited to my rooms, but of course being summoned for discipline was something else altogether. I was expected to deal firmly with breaches of discipline -- and I can assure you I did. 



Once a boy agreed to punishment from me, I gave him a specified time at which he was to report to my rooms. I always ensured that he was aware of what I expected from him and the form of correction he was to receive. As soon as he arrived I locked the door behind him to assure privacy, then I started the session. I was always pleasant, but very firm and I made a point of dressing up for such sessions. Sexy lacy lingerie; stockings and suspenders; blouse and skirt -- business-like but just that little bit tighter than usual, enough to show off my ample curves to best advantage, and the blouse unbuttoned a little bit further than usual, to show off plenty of cleavage. Sometimes if I was anticipating a very long discipline session, I would even get my hair done! 



First off, I reminded the young man of his reason for being in my room, and that he will have to accept punishment completely on my terms, 



Next I would bring out the special discipline jacket that I had had made by a specialist in leather especially for these discipline sessions. This jacket was of mini length, barely reaching the waist and had long sleeves which are sewn up at the cuffs and short straps and buckles stitched around them. It was put on from the front and the straps fastened the sleeves in the small of the back. Once a boy had been put into the jacket and it was zipped up the back, with the sleeves buckled in position, then the boy is completely helpless and at my mercy. Even the older, stronger boys got quite nervous when they were put into the discipline jacket for the first time. They realised that they had no choice but to be submissive to me. 



Now, with one or two of the older ones, I would sometimes give orders to strip naked right at the beginning. There was nothing more exciting that having a well-developed young man stripped and kneeling before me. 



Oh, it was marvellous hectoring and berating my nervous young charge! 



"Kneel there!" 



"Hands on head!" 



"Legs wider than that!" 



"Wider, I said!" 



"Head up, look at me when I am speaking to you boy!" 



And then I would take my time in lecturing him at length on his faults, seeing in his eyes that he knew only too well what was coming. 



I must confess, my dears, that I always got quite a thrill and felt quite damp when one of my youngsters was completely under my control.