Samantha returned painfully to her place, and stood looking very serious, and rather red faced, before Charlotte, whom I now told to go to the flogging horse.
Samantha’s bottom must have been stinging and throbbing, but she managed to stand almost to attention, her cheeks were wet, and she kept sniffling. “Get up on to the horse Charlotte!”
Her grey pleated school skirt rose slightly, her plump young bottom stuck up proudly underneath it. I walked slowly to her, other than the ticking clock, and our breathing, along with sniffles, the room was quiet. The floor board creaked as I moved, to lift her skirt.
There she was, on tip toe, her tight white school panties stretched across her inviting soft, round, young buttocks. The horse displayed her perfectly. A very well presented bottom needed to be bare though, so I leaned in close and pulled down her school knickers.
“Oh my word!” I thought. “What a sight!” My manhood already stiff, now resembled an iron bar. I decided to thrash her young buttocks with a back hand swing. “God! She looks so fuckable like that.” I thought.
In my mind I was closer than I was in reality, moving in to lick her wet schoolgirl cunt out…
“Get a grip man!” I told myself, and back in reality I moved to her side.
You will be caned you naughty young miss
Lift up your skirt and bend over my desk right now
Oh please Sir, no,
Please do not pull down my knickers
I will do what is necessary you naughty young miss
Your bottom must be bared to receive the cane
Oh please Sir, no,
Please I would be so embarrassed and ashamed
No argument, bend over the desk right now
You naughty young miss
Oh please Sir, no,
I will in future behave, I beg you spare me the pain
No argument you naughty young miss
Over you go, count the strokes and thank me for each one
THWACK! OUCH!
Oh please Sir, no, not so hard I pray
THWACK! You haven’t counted and thanked me yet,
That one will not will not count, you naughty young miss
Oh please Sir, no…THWACK! OUCH!
One thank you Sir, I promise to be good
Five more you naughty young miss
Plead all you like, I will not stop until your bottom is soundly thrashed!
THWACK! OUCH! Two, thankyou Sir
Oh please Sir, no more
THWACK! OUCH! Three, thankyou Sir
Oh please Sir, no more I beg
THWACK! OUCH! Four, thank you Sir
Oh please Sir, no more can I take
SWISH! OUCH! Five, thank you Sir
Oh please no more Sir, my bottom is on fire
THWACK! OUCH! Mmmmm…Six, thank you SIR! Oh please Sir yes, please do not stop I am so close, but not quite there yet Pray continue, the pain is such pure pleasure
Young Mademoiselle
You have gone too far this time
Bring me the martinet and remove your dress
Your pretty young derriere must be soundly whipped
I beg your pardon Madame
Do not whip me this day
I promise to be good and behave
Madame just shakes her head and picks up the whip
She forces the naughty young miss down across her lap
Her hand opens the slit of her white cotton split drawers
As though drawing the curtains back at the start of a theatre play
Revealing the beautiful round rump upon which the action must be staged
Swish, swish, the martinet rises and falls
The thin leather lashes splay across her bottom
Curling sensuously around each reddening cheek
Leaving a tracery of fine red lines
Again and again the whip visits her writhing buttocks
Stinging her flesh and bringing forth howls of pain
Stop Madame, please stop I implore you
I will be good from this time on
Madame takes no notice of her urgent cries and pleas
This naughty young miss must be taught a lesson that she will not forget
That soft curvaceous bottom must be thoroughly whipped
Until it is reddened with not a trace of whiteness remaining
Swish, swish goes the martinet
Curling around her bottom from left and right
Occasionally kissing her soft young thighs
And straying into the crack that divides her pert young bottom cheeks
The young mademoiselle kicks and wriggles to avoid the whip’s smarting lashes
But Madame just holds her more tightly around the waist
Chastising that errant young bottom again and again
No mercy is shown, the whipping must continue
Swish, swish goes the martinet
Playing its fiery tune
Swish, swish, goes the martinet
Leaving its distinctive red marks on mademoiselle’s once fair rump
Madame stops at last, her eyes shining with passion The young miss now lies limply across Madame’s knee Sobbing and crying, her eyes full of tears, all resistance gone The martinet has delivered a salutary lesson that will certainly be remembered
Skirts raised up and knickers slowly peeling Down over soft white curves onto the floor pooling Bared bottom revealed to the eye most arousing Hand contacting naked flesh stroking and caressing Then slapping and smacking Pert buttocks bouncing and squirming Meeting each slap, rhythmically rising and falling Legs kicking, scissoring and revealing Gasping and yelping, howling and screeching Pretty derrière bucking and wriggling Long blonde hair tossing and flying Eyes shining and glistening Tears now freely flowing and to the floor falling Round rump now writhing and reddening Smarting and stinging An endless torrent of slapping and smacking Landing on each flaming cheek alternating Wetness and tingling between legs growing Until finally surging to an ecstatic peak and climaxing
I have four ‘Glorious Bottoms!’ Sections, this is from one of them. So when you feel like a bottom fest, just trawl your way through the beautiful soft orbs!
just type ‘glorious bottoms’ in my search box….and have fun!
Mr Reece had taught at The St Helena School for nearly two decades and for the last three years he had taught as a senior Master. There was a slight pay increase but the main perk for him, was that he was now empowered with being able to inflict Corporal Punishment to any Girls who broke the rules.
The procedures for punishing any misdemeanours were very rigid and so he had to be careful not to overstep the mark and punish a Girl just because it was something he secretly enjoyed immensely! He was allowed to use various implements on a Girl’s hands and on their Bottoms. He wasn’t at all interested in making a Girl hold out her hand and instead preferred to whack their shapely buttocks when bent over provocatively. The Cane was seen as the ultimate sanction so he had to have a very good reason to punish a Girl in this manner. This was rather a blow to his new powers of inflicting Corporal Punishment, because if he had his way, even the slightest transgression would result in a VERY sound Caning to a Schoolgirl’s posterior. The other rule that made the whole act of Caning a Girl rather frustrating was that it was only permitted across the Girls skirt while she was bent over a desk. He was allowed to instruct the Girl to pull her skirt at the front so it had the effect of being tightly stretched across her Bottom. This action in itself, he found thrilling. It was almost as if the Girl was asking for the Caning to be made more painful by pulling her skirt tight! Also in his mind it added a distinct sexual element to the punishment as the Girl lewdly presented her feminine buttocks to full erotic effect, for the act of Caning them.
Although he found it incredibly exciting to see the Cane whack down on a tightly stretched Schoolgirl’s skirt, he longed to be able to make the Girl raise her skirt and see her tight Knickers in all their glory waiting for the painful ‘kiss’ of the Cane. Of course his ultimate dream was to be able to slowly pull those same knickers down her thighs and to be able to Cane her on her BARE Bottom …. Oh if only…. he thought to himself. He resigned himself to the fact that he would never be able to use the Cane very frequently and if he did it would always have to be applied over the skirt……
That is until a wayward girl called Samantha moved to the area and was enrolled at his School. Mr Reece always remembered the first time he set eyes on her at the beginning of a new term. His Cock had instantly stirred in his trousers, the moment he saw her shapely Bottom wiggle as she cavorted across the quadrangle with some other Girls. Oh how he wanted her to be the naughtiest Girl in the School and be a ripe candidate for his Senior Cane to get to work on her rounded backside!!! Well as it happened, certain events were going to work very much in his favour!!!
Mr Reece always walked to School and would often get to the school a good hour before classes started. He knew that Samantha was not a border at the School and discovered that she actually lived in a house on the route he would take when walking to School. He would often stare up at the single window on the first floor at the front of the house and wonder if that was Samantha’s bedroom. Then one morning as he walked past in the drizzling rain he saw the net curtain being pulled back and for a brief moment saw her face looking out of the window. He suddenly felt his Cock start to swell as he thought of her up there putting on her School uniform. What he would give to be in her bedroom helping her get dressed and pulling her knickers up her smooth thighs and watch as the soft material encased her plump Pussy lips at the front and her soft buttocks at the rear!! He secretly wished that she would put on something that was against the school’s strict dress code. As he continued walking with his engorged Cock rubbing against the front of his trousers he made a mental note to check what she was wearing every day, to see if he could reprimand her. Then about a week later, as he walked past her house again, he was surprised to see Samantha’s face at the window once again. As he got closer he noticed that it wasn’t just a quick glance outside, to see what the weather was doing that morning. Instead, her face seemed contorted and almost pressed to the window pane. It wasn’t until he was right underneath the window that he heard the unmistakable sounds of a Spanking being delivered!! He felt that he couldn’t just stop and watch but he slowed down his pace of walking. He was treated to the muffled sounds of Samantha’s pleading voice as her Bottom was walloped. Mr Reece thought he would spurt in his pants as his Cock sprung to attention. This was the most exciting event he had experienced in years. Little did he realise that this unexpected event was going to lead to something FAR more exciting than Samantha’s anguished face pressed against her bedroom window, on that cold November morning…..
Finally he couldn’t resist and as he listened to the unmistakable sound of an implement striking a bare Bottom, he slowed his pace, almost to a standstill and he turned and looked straight up at Samantha’s face……
He saw the soft lips of her mouth open wide as she wailed and instantly thought of what those lips would feel like, encircling his extremely aroused Penis!!! He held her gaze for only a few seconds and then decided that he should not intrude on this very private moment which was obviously intended not only to be painful but extremely humiliating. He realised that he had inadvertently provided the humiliation factor and pushed his hand inside his trouser pocket to fondle his aroused manhood and continued walking… As he walked along the empty street he tried to imagine what he would see if he was standing in the doorway of Samantha’s bedroom. What he imagined, was very close to what he would have actually seen……
Mr Reece got to the School gates about ten minutes
later, just as a snivelling Samantha was pulling
her knickers up over her very red Bottom and putting
on her uniform ready to walk to School….
…. Mr Reece quickly headed straight for the toilets
before other Teachers started arriving…..
….to be continued…
Well Sir I hope you like this one! I haven’t really formulated where this is going next but I’m sure something will ‘pop’ up!!!
Well done Mr.Reece, and thank you for the lovely words about my blog that you sent. I look forward to Part Two, as I suspect we all do!
The Summer is a comin-in And Ma’s palm begins to itch The garden is the place to be Half-tidy is the state of dress The bees will buzz, the birds will sing The sound of ball on bat or racquet But tis the palm on bare behind which adds to the summer symphony And white to pink the colour best To paint bare cheeks yearning to be free And so spank up and spank the bare For summer is a coming-in
