I’m a dominatrix headteacher — grown men love being spanked in my school

Melissa does it differently to Bonnie Blue (Picture: Natasha Pszenicki)

There’s no denying the influence Bonnie Blue has had on the porn industry, but I fear that her recent documentary has given the school fantasy genre a bad reputation.

In the film, we see shocking footage of Bonnie gather up a gaggle of young and inexperienced OnlyFans creators to film a school scene – and without pay. But this is a far cry from how I conduct my own ventures.

For the last 20 years I’ve been doing ‘school work’ – a stalwart in pornography – and as controversial as it might sound to the uninitiated, in my experience it’s not remotely about older people wanting to sleep with underage students.

The truth is there are many, non-terrifying reasons why people might find school scenes sexy.

Bonnie caused a stir in the Channel 4 documentary when she filmed a school scene (Picture: Bonnie Blue)

Most of us, after all, felt our first sexual stirrings at school. Your first crush might have been another pupil or perhaps even a teacher.

Recreating the latter – the epitome of female desirability, with stockings, heels, pencil skirt, silk blouse, lily of the valley scent, being kind but firm – has paid my mortgage for decades.

If you’re of a kinky disposition, you’ve all the more reason to enjoy a school scene. Putting on a school uniform is a speedy hack to feeling small and vulnerable, while powerlessly awaiting someone else’s command. You can give up decision-making and any sense of autonomy, even if just for a little while.

This, I suspect, is the reason I’m so often called upon to play teacher. I regularly drop into: ‘Now, you know the rules here, and also the consequence for breaking them.’

In films, in sessions, in away days, school scenes are hard wired into the British psyche. Education based role plays probably account for 50% of all my sessions.

Melissa is the headteacher at Whipstock Grange where adult students go to be punished (Picture: Natasha Pszenicki)

To my knowledge, they are only role-play scenarios that have whole buildings and days devoted to them. I’m headmistress at Whipstock Grange, a regular event I host.

We usually have around twelve naughty pupils at school sessions, male and female; if you like your discipline with a side order of striped ties and stationery, I can wholeheartedly recommend it.

It’s been going for decades, within the walls of a converted bungalow with a dining hall, detention room, classroom, changing room and headmaster’s office. 

Some bright spark calculated I must have delivered around 1300 strokes of the cane on my last appearance: small wonder I drove home half asleep.

Whipstock offers lessons, exams, hymns, school dinners, tiny milk bottles, recorder practise: it has its own crest and set of rules, and devotees who’d sooner douche with a hedgehog than miss a school day. All that packed into eight hours for just £160 – although I take home £300 for my day of labour.

Bonnie made her name by sleeping with students who were freshers at uni (Picture: Bonnie Blue)

I’m also headmistress of another fine institution: GBS, or Girls’ Boarding School. This one roams across Europe, hosting long weekends for 20 to 50 women who want to role-play as schoolgirls.

And not half-heartedly, either – pinafores, hair ribbons, matching satchels, pencil cases are ordered months in advance and cooed over in WhatsApp groups.

They come from every continent to eat shepherd’s pie, sit through lectures (from A History of the Vikings to Who was the Matilda in Waltzing Matilda), and, naturally, to be spanked.

Melissa teaches in two classrooms and enjoys delivering a spanking (Picture: Getty Images)

There’s huge demand on places, too. We had women from the US, Finland, Norway, Sweden, Scotland, France, Hungary, and many more heartbroken we couldn’t find a place for them.

I first met the headmaster (another domme) on fetlife.com — consider it Facebook for perverts. When he asked me to attend Girls Boarding School I was convinced the whole thing must be an elaborate fantasy concocted for his amusement.

It was only when I got a plane ticket and a wad of cash in the post that I conceded it might, at least, be worth checking out. I couldn’t have imagined how many wild but luxurious weekends would beckon. 

The ‘schools’ take place all over Europe in beautiful remote manors, often with orchards, ponies, lakes, saunas; party-sized hot tubs, where you lie back with a tipple and watch the Northern lights streak across the night sky.

Most of the teachers are male, which mean as a woman, I’m hugely in demand for pictures and play sessions, which is quite a boost to the old ego.

Much as I enjoy some of the lectures, I’ll admit I do find all the school role-play stuff a bit silly -but then I do enjoy the spanking, the £1000 payslip, and all-I-can-drink Schnapps.

Half of Melissa’s jobs pertain to being a naughty head teacher (Picture: Natasha Pszenicki)

Spanking for pleasure has been happening for at least 25 centuries. Some of my clients only want a pleasant glow on their backsides, but many want much more, and unlike spanking itself, this is a recent development.

They want their pain to mean something. They want to act out a story. They’re there to submit, to surrender their autonomy, to find or return to some magical place that no one else understands.

Some want to be puppies, or slaves, or criminals, but the vast majority of my clients want to be schoolchildren.

It’s not my personal fantasy: I hated school. But money? Money is very much my fantasy. And as it happens, my ‘pupils’ tend to be high-earning professionals outside my cold classroom.

Which means that while they’re paying for a fantasy of submission, I’m living the reality of a very comfortable retirement plan.

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