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!

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!

Losing my bank card is a very serious matter, and I have decided that this young gentleman must answer for his carelessness! Today, he finds himself summoned before my fictional disciplinary court, where I intend to make my disappointment perfectly clear. Will he accept responsibility for his behaviour, or will a stern disciplinary sentence be necessary?

I am going to spank you until I am completely satisfied and we are both going to know when that point has been reached.

This is what I had said to my husband who was standing bare-naked, facing the wall, hands on his head. I had stripped him half an hour earlier and told him to wait for Me in the spanking room.

I want My husband completely merged with me and in constant obedience. Sometimes we need very little words. We will both know when we have travelled TOGETHER into something new. He will make the journey draped over My knee receiving My spanks from My hand, spanking sandal, plastic hairbrush and the fearsome ebony hairbrush. He will also get a healthy dose of the strap before going back over My knee for another ebony hairbrushing. I hold him so tightly that he cannot move no matter how soundly I spank and he holds onto Me with all of his might. It has got to be PERFECT.