I have been rather busy building up my collection of traditional Scholl sandals, and I am delighted to announce that my collection has now grown to THREE!

Each one has its own distinctive character, and naturally, I have been absolutely itching to put them all to the test!

My collection now consists of:

The Rubber Scholl – A classic with a character all of its own!

The Wooden Scholl with a Heel – A formidable-looking specimen with plenty of old-fashioned authority!

The Flat Wooden Scholl – A traditional favourite that certainly deserves its place in my collection!

But which one deserves the title of Miss Granger's Ultimate Scholl?

Well, there is only one way to find out!

In this film, I put all three sandals through their paces, testing each one and awarding a score out of TEN. I shall be judging their individual merits very carefully indeed, and I can assure you that I take my responsibilities as chief examiner extremely seriously!

And, of course, what would a competition be without a prize?

The winning Scholl earns the honour of delivering a celebratory, fiery LEG-LOCK SPANKING!

Three contenders. Three scores. One victorious sandal!

When my adult stepson returns home from the supermarket, I decide to inspect exactly what he has brought back with him. I am not impressed.

Despite knowing perfectly well what he should be eating, his shopping bag is filled with junk food. Clearly, somebody has allowed temptation to get the better of his self-discipline — and Stepmum intends to correct that immediately.

I put him over my knee and reach for that most traditional of household punishment implements: my slipper. But today I am wearing my mules, and it isn't long before one comes off my foot and finds a rather more disciplinary purpose.

This is strict, traditional domestic discipline: an adult stepson who knows the rules, a disappointed Stepmum who expects better, and a very simple lesson about what happens when he deliberately ignores her instructions.

Perhaps next time he goes shopping, he will think twice before filling his basket with things he knows Stepmum wouldn't approve of.

I have one very simple rule in my house: NO JUNK FOOD!

And yet, despite my repeated warnings, he has deliberately disobeyed me once again!

As the woman responsible for maintaining discipline in my household, I have absolutely no intention of allowing such blatant disregard for my authority to go unchallenged.

This time, a stern lecture simply will not be enough!

Here, I take charge of a lengthy disciplinary session featuring traditional spanking, a severe belting punishment and an uncompromising lesson in obedience and respect.

I expect my rules to be followed, my authority to be acknowledged and my standards to be maintained.

It's time for Sam's nightly maintenance spanking, and I made certain that he experienced the full embarrassment of being positioned across my sheer-tights-clad knee!

There is a considerable difference between fantasising about a strict disciplinary session and experiencing one in reality, and I was determined to teach Sam that very lesson.

What followed was a formidable, no-nonsense hand spanking across his bare bottom, delivered with such firmness and intensity that he was left panting by the end!

I can't say I was surprised when I discovered the evidence of this young gentleman's theft. For that reason, I knew it was time to take a much firmer approach to his unacceptable behaviour. From now on, he will face strict disciplinary rules and be expected to account for his actions every evening. But before I introduce this new regime, I have a particularly stern lesson in mind, involving my unmistakable authority and a very clear reminder of the consequences of dishonesty!

You and your colleague failed to pay attention during My presentation, and now you are both about to discover just how seriously I take such disrespect! I expect nothing less than your complete attention, and I intend to make My disappointment perfectly clear. By the time I have finished delivering My disciplinary lesson, your bare bottoms will be burning with the fiery heat of 10,000 suns!

The Three-Striped Pervert has been summoned before the Court of the Gym Mistress to answer for repeated misconduct, wilful disobedience and deliberately provoking further disciplinary action.

Having reviewed his latest confession, the Gym Mistress has issued an official court summons and prescribed a judicial sentence of 72 strokes, involving six different plimsolls, the tawse, the strap, the Senior Rattan Cane and the Senior Dragon Cane.

With the sentence formally delivered and the court's authority established, the Three-Striped Pervert must face the consequences of his latest misdemeanour.

I can't say I was surprised when I saw what you had done.

It's been quite some time since I last administered a Level Three Punishment, and I intend to make sure I enjoy every moment of it.

You've pushed your luck far enough, and now it's time for Me to draw a line in the sand.

Level Three. No more warnings.

When the Boss Is Wearing Her Strapping Tights, Expect a Level 2 Punishment!

You failed to observe My rules.

Despite My very clear expectations, you simply couldn't stop yourself from staring at My female staff.

Such behaviour will not be tolerated in My workplace.

Therefore, you are hereby summoned to My office at the end of the working day.

And when you arrive, you will discover that I am wearing My infamous Strapping Tights.

You know perfectly well what that means.

It's time for your Level 2 Punishment.

You are summoned to my office at the end of the day to receive your Level One Punishment.

How bad can it possibly be? After all, you know you're going over my gorgeous knee.

At least, that's what you're thinking...

Until you discover that you're required to sign a waiver before I will administer your punishment.

Suddenly, Level One doesn't sound quite so innocent, does it?

You have a full 15 minutes of strict, relentless discipline ahead of you, and I intend to make every minute count.

Perhaps now you're beginning to understand why I require that waiver.

Welcome to Level One.

My husband is going to be away from home for two whole days starting tomorrow morning. Before we go to bed, I am making absolutely sure that I imprint my love, control and ownership on him before he leaves. I take him over my left knee and leg-lock him, holding him place so tightly that he cannot move his bottom at all. I cannot wait to remind him that he belongs to me. My trusted ebony hairbrush is waiting on my nightstand. I pick it up and spank my husband with all of my love. His bottom is going to be permanently tender and sore while he is away from me. He will be thinking of his Wife all the time. He is such a good and obedient husband for his loving Wife.

Horrified by his naughty nylon-peeking behaviour, I decide to turn the tables and make sure he understands the full extent of my disappointment. A firm disciplinary lesson is in order, and I intend to make my disapproval perfectly clear. I wonder how he will feel when he has to face our neighbour and explain the consequences of his unacceptable behaviour!