In the classroom Samantha has been tapping away on her phone.
“Samantha! Put your phone away, have you any idea what I have been talking about?”
Samantha sits up straight as all eyes in the class turn to her. “No Mr.Jones, sorry Sir.”
“Being sorry is not good enough, you are being naughty far too often.”
… I place the stool at the front of the class. “Get out here young lady!”
She goes to the stool.
“I have told you before about wearing your skirts too short! That my dear is just a little step away from being a belt! The class can see your knickers before you bend over!”
Giggles ripple around the room….”Quiet!”
“Samantha, bend over the stool.”
I walk to her and hook my fingers into the waistband of her tight white school knickers. “You are going to get a dozen of the plimsol, on the bare!”
At that I yank her panties down to reveal her perfect bare bottom to the class. She lets out a little squeal at her exposure, and the whole class gasps.
“Come on, present that bottom properly, legs out straight, grip the stave of the stool.”
She does so…
“Legs further apart Samantha, and let’s get your on regulation knickers around your ankles shall we? Tomorrow will bring you to my class in a skirt to your knees and large bottle green knickers. If you do not present yourself as such, your bottom will be bared again for a dozen of the cane!”
And there she is, a perfectly presented young, plump, girl’s, bare bottom, for spanking. I noticed the shadows and just how beautiful her bottom was. But duty called, so I walked over for my size thirteen plimsol. Time to make her squeal….
…after being showed by her Mummy, it was time for some spanking bonding (not bondage!) between them. Deborah proceeded to put her daughter in their favourite position…
Charlotte sat on her Mummy’s lap, facing her. “Thank you for spanking me Mummy, I need it, I know I do.”
“Yes, even at your age you need it, you are still my naughty girl. And, you know I love to do it! Come here…”
They embraced lovingly, Mummy patting her daughters bottom. Slowly the pats became smacks, and Charlotte could not help but thrust against her Mummy’s lap. “You are such a naughty girl, my decadent daughter. You love this don’t you?”
“Yes Mummy, spank me…..mmmm…owww! Spank me Mummy….owww! Yes, spank your naughty daughters bottom Mummy…harder….faster, oh Mummy I am such a naughty girl….tell me I am!”
“You naughty girl.” SMACK….”You need your naughty bare bottom spanking, tell me you do…” SMACK SMACK SMACK
“Owwwww, yes Mummy, I’m a naughty girl…. Ohhhh such a naughty girl… OWW, OOOH, OWWWW, YES YES….OWWWW I am so naughty!”
As the pace of the spanking picked up again, and the slaps got harder, Charlotte lifted from Mummy’s lap and thrust her bottom up.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK ….
“Owwwwww, yesss! Ooooooh, yeesssss! …”
The loving spanking then moved on to the next stage…
A month or so had passed by since Kate’s caning. Her need to masturbate in unusual places, with a high risk of being caught grew and grew. Temptation was never far away and today it lured her into big trouble once again.
She was already in trouble for repeatedly being late with her history homework. Detention had been arranged and half an hour writing about the effects of the Industrial Revolution on farming was not exactly riveting. Her mind wandered, naughty thoughts had crept in, and fantasies settled once more on her mind, and inside her large green school knickers.
Her eyes settled on the school bell and it’s smooth bulbous handle. Her pussy dribbled at the thought of it fucking her…
She leaned over to feel how smooth it was, and gently picked it up. Ding, ding it rang gently as she did so.
She stroked it, like it was a cock, running her fingertips over its foreskin and shiny purple, throbbing wet head. She knew Mr Jones was next door, how daring it would be if….
As I was sat writing orders for various requested items, checking invoices and budget I thought I heard a ‘ding’ of a bell. I listened, but no, it did not ring again. Probably a caretaker hammering some metal desk leg.
The point of no return had come and been passed. Naughty Kate took the risk, and accepted the challenge her mind had set. She would cum after a few strokes of it plunging into her wet pussy,mashed was sure, so it would not take long… So she rose to the challenge. She decided to stand on her desk chair, lower her knickers, lower herself onto it and fuck it.
Ding! Ding! Ding! I heard the bell again, a regular ding dong ding! What was going on? I knew Kate was next door busy on an essay, was she messing around with the bell? I got up from my desk, annoyed at having to leave my work. I set off to investigate.
Kate was so much in the zone now, fucking the school bell was the only thing in her mind! She was bobbing up and down, quicker and quicker, harder and deeper, the bell was ringing! Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong!!!
As I approached the detention room the bell was clattering on a desk and ringing like a blasted fire alarm! Ding ding ding ding ding….I burst into the room. “Kate! What on earth are you doing with the bell?….Oh my God! You are….”
Kate was shocked, bobbing up and down like a fiddlers elbow, up and down the handle of the bell….ringing it for England! “Ohhhhh Mr Jones, I can’t stop! Watch me Sir, watch me fuck this bell, your bell….ding ding ding ding… as I ….fucking hell, God yes! Ohhhhhh…mmmmmmmmmm YES YES YES YES YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!”
“Remove that bell from your….from….from your person! This instance, and stand up!”
I am sure by now that you realise a lot of photo sets are for my stories. This is for ‘Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls’. Slowly but surely I am amassing lots of photos for this very long story. But not always in order…lol
Hey! That’s not confusing for you is it? Think of it like a film being made, it is easier to shoot the bits of the story that need the same scene all at once. You have seen Charlotte spanked, and caned etc in many ways, but I needed a good example of her being naughty! To justify the punishments.
In the story, Charlotte will have her phone before her, she is showing herself on web cam for money in her lunch time, every time someone ‘tips’ her, her phone makes a chinking noise. A teacher passes a quiet classroom at lunch, hears the noise, and finds the last photo in this set!
Of course in the story, Charlotte will not see the teacher come in, and carry on talking to her fans, “are you wanking you naughty boys? Looking at my dripping wet cunt in my classroom, shall I finger it for you as you spurt on your sticky screens?”
“NO YOU WILL NOT! BUT YOU WILL GET A DAMN GOOD SPANKING AS THEY LOOK!”
Two naughty girls Charlotte and Sarah are always in trouble, usually it us just non stop chattering or similar.
This last time, after repeatedly being told by a young female teacher to be quiet, they were put on detention….again.
The girls were very rude to the teacher, who got upset and went to fetch Mr. Jones, who had just had disturbing news. Two girls from his school have been captured stealing on security cameras in a local shop shop, on Wednesday afternoon. He had just gone through the registers and two girls had been off, supposedly with a tummy bug. Charlotte and Sarah!
Luckily the Proprietor was an ex-pupil and said she would not take the matter to the police, if he dealt with it. She sent him a copy of the video, he replied assuring her of dealing with it seriously. She knew what that meant, and also knew the police would probably just caution them, so was very happy.
The e-mail came through, and there they were, on video, stealing! He was furious, just as the young teacher Miss Smiley knocked at the door. She told him about their blatant disregard for her authority, she was upset and close to tears.
He quickly told her about the video, and asked her to confirm their identity. With a smile, she did. Mr Jones passed her a tawse, and picked up his cane. “Follow me Miss Smiley!”
The two girls were larking about, making fun of Miss Smiley. “Oh Miss Smiley, we are so naughty, you must spank us! Then we can spank you!”
Those words were said just as Mr.Jones and Miss Smiley stood at the door, about to enter. “WE HEARD THAT!”
The girls froze as my voice bought fear into their hearts. “I have just had a message from ‘Fossbetts’ the shop in the High Street, about two thieves they caught on camera, just as I was checking their identity and absentee records, in came Miss Smiley here, to tell me of your rudeness and lack of respect!! So, not only are you messing about and ridiculing her in the classroom in her absence, wearing non regulation knickers, and non regulation stockings, you also write notes allegedly from your parents about a tummy bug, take an afternoon off and start a life of crime! Miss Smiley has just confirmed your identity.”
She smiled cynically at them as they looked a her.
I continued…”I have promised to deal with the matter, rather than get the Police involved. Miss Smiley is going to spank your bare bottoms…”
Her face lit up as again she smiled at them.
…”then I am going to give you the tawse, on the bare, for being rude. Then I am going to cane your bare buttocks, without mercy for letting me down, the school down, your parents down, who will get a letter! And of course you have let yourselves down. Now bend over and bare your bottoms for Miss Smiley to smack!”
Miss Smiley being a timid young woman, smacked their bottoms. Hardly making a mark, but she seemed pleased and content.
“Miss Smiley, if you will, I would like you to witness their punishment from me.”
“Oh yes Mr Jones, of course.” Once again the smile and the stare came from her delighted face to the naughty girls.
“Out to the stool, Both of you, you get over first Charlotte!”
“Why have you pulled those ridiculous pink panties up? Take them down!”
How Miss Smiley enjoyed the nervous fumbling.
I gave her wriggling bottom six with the tawse, and then picked up the cane to give her six with that. The ferocity of my caning shocked Miss Smiley, but she did not take her eyes off the spectacle of kicking legs and squeals.
Sarah took her position as Charlotte stood to watch.
“Let that be a lesson you both. Now get to the front and display your punished bottoms.”
Miss Smiley watched , as struggling to walk, they got into position.
I instructed them to bend over to display their punished bottoms, with their noses to the projection screen.
I left Miss Smiley in charge of them, after telling the girls to stay there for half an hour.
I turned as I left, Miss Smiley beamed at me. She will have no more trouble from them.