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This naughty girl has just had a few smacks on her skirt, now it is time for her knickers to come down! A bit of a shock for her, she thought it was over, silly girl.
Taking sequences of a naughty schoolgirl’s knickers coming down for a spanking is something I will never tire of.
Asa
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The caning was now a steady rhythm, the cane swung back, then slashed down with a thud or a whop! The girl squealed and kicked, counted out, and the cane swung back.
The crowd of girls watching were indeed having an example set.
Matron stared at them menacingly, “this is what you can end up with if you misbehave” is what her sneering face said.
The Headmistress was focussed on the six inch band of red, across the girls cheeks. Keeping every stroke relentlessly within it.
The secretary marked each stroke on the paper on her clipboard, triumphantly.
The girl, kicked, squealed and counted, kicked, squealed and counted, kicked, squealed and counted…and on.
THWACK….’Yeeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwww….seven Miss!’
THWACK! ‘Oooooooooooooooooooh! eight Miss!”
THWACK! ‘Aiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! nine Miss!”
More to come for this naughty bottom!
Asa
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Flexing the cane around her own bottom as she stood by his side.
“Right! Let’s begin…..present your bottom!”
She was going to enjoy this, she was going to make it swish and crack, and him scream! She took aim…
And then gave him a sound thrashing! The cane fizzed, whizzed and swished! It cracked and whacked and thwacked! He squealed and screamed, and yelled…loud, long and high pitched…
As she examined his bottom, she could feel the moistness of her pussy. She was thrilled to the core and exhilarated. It was like a drug. She knew that tonight she would be fingering her pussy very hard to many orgasms. She drank the sight in.
“Not red enough!” she announced and gave him six more in rapid quick fire succession…whack,whack,whack,whack, whack, whack!!!
Then she yanked his underpants den and examined his thrashed bottom closely…
“Right, you naughty boy!! Get into the corner and stand in shame!”
“Ooooh, ohhh, yes…yes…yes, Mistress Tamara, I will Miss, yes…yes!” he squealed as he ran to stand on display, in the ‘naughty corner’
”Oh you naughty, naughty, boy Mr Reece!” She said joyfully, yet seriously.
“What are you Mr.Reece.” She demanded.
“A naughty boy Mistress.” He whimpered in reply.
“Tell…..me…..again!” she commanded.
“Yes Mistress, I am a naughty boy, your naughty boy Mistress.”
From that day onwards, Tamara yearned to further ‘hone’ her skills as a disciplinarian. On leaving school and attending University, she indulged her passion for discipline whenever she could, usually on a steady flow of transient submissive boy- and girl-friends who were drawn to her by her dominant nature, like ‘moths to a candle’.
On graduating from university, Tamara might have travelled down the road of becoming a professional dominatrix. However, whilst this might have gone some way towards satisfying her dominant desires, she had gradually come to realise that disciplining young ladies was more to her taste than the usual stream of older men that tended to seek the services of a dominatrix, even though it was more lucrative. In particular, she found young ladies’ bottoms so much more attractive than male buttocks. They were much plumper, softer and eminently more spankable!
As a result, when I advertised the post of Head of Discipline at St. Helena’s, she had quickly applied for the position. At interview, she proved to be far the best candidate for the job and the Board of Governors, and myself, had no hesitation in offering her the job.
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The atmosphere was heady, Samantha’s excitement at watching the girls masturbate as she read the spanking book to them grew and grew. The noises were do exciting, the closeness of the three was lovely, warm, and sexy.
She looked from one to the other, studying their techniques, watching their fingers slide in and out, seeing them rub….she was fascinated, and very moist herself.
She urged them on towards climax. “Oh I can almost feel what you are feeling! This is soooo sexy, keep rubbing, keep fingering, pick up pace. Oh look at your bottoms bouncing, you can feel it starting can’t you? Ooooh come on, come on….bring yourselves off for me. Let me see your pussies come! Orgasms are coming! I can feel them…come on…yes…yes.”
More to come
Asa
Here they are…
Ahhh bless them, I love it when they sing to me!
Think Marilyn Monroe….purring!
“We want to be spanked by you..just you…and only by you…Mr Jones”
“We want to be kissed by you….just you…and only …etc etc
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“Oh alright then, I’ll just go for my slipper!”
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Asa
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Hanging on the ladder, bucket on its hook, chamois leather dripping in your hand, ‘polishing off’ cloth (red of course) hanging from your overalls pocket, the window pane was the last thing on your mind.
This is your own company, and you had fancied getting this contract for years. Hence the ridiculously low bid you put in, to get it. There is as much overtime as you want, and already there is talk of working with the caretakers when needed, and gardening too. But cleaning the windows will always be the priority.
Your reputation is good, all the staff like you. Outwardly, and inwardly to most extents, you are a kind, well mannered gentle man, a gentleman. But in your head….(on a look but you cannot touch basis), you dream of spankings and naughty girls. Masturbation is high in your fantasies too.
The reputation of ‘Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls’, is one of strict discipline, and a school full of attractive naughty girls.
It is your fifth week, most of your work has been on empty classrooms. You played a master stroke by telling the Headmistress that you came down from a ladder because it was the girls changing rooms, you apologised, and asked if you could be given a timetable for sensitive places. ‘Oh what a lovely man.’ The staff are saying. ‘The last one we had would have taken all day to do it!
But you knew, all along, it was only a matter of time…’just be nice, it will pay off, just you see.’
The two girls wriggling before you, through the window are getting cheekier, and naughtier.
You are pretty sure you know who they are. Samantha and Charlotte are cheeky but nice. They always smile at you, and call you Mister Bucket. Only the other day they asked if Mrs Mop was alright. You laughed and replied, ‘How did you know? We are going into business! I am having a van painted, ‘Mop and Bucket, Window Cleaners.’
No harm done, and you looked forward to seeing them…. (on the corridors, because you do the inside window panes on bad weather days, and classrooms in holidays)….and you looked forward to seeing lots of other cheeky girls too. They all seemed lovely.
Back to the ladder…
You could see their school knickers! And then, they started to slide them down!
You were excited, and trembling inside, your widest hopes and dreams were proving right, it had just been a matter of time, and being nice.
Your mind, although not a photographic memory, was very perceptive. Tonight this image would be in your mind, and your manhood would be in your hand, rubbing back and forth up your shaft.
First one pair, and then the other…
More to come!
Asa
Asa
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Oh my word! This is stiff!! I bet it makes a sound like a pistol! Had enough recovery time, you naughty boy?… Don’t answer! That was rhetorical. Let’s try it shall we? Hah! Again, don’t answer. Your screams will do that for you!”
With a gleeful expression, she pushed herself up to try it…
The senior tawse is a stout, quite inflexible, long leather strap. Formidable and scary to look at, empowering to hold and use…
Exhilarated, moist, and wanting to punish him more, to listen to his noises and see his bottom bounce, Tamara stood behind him with the senior tawse…
It was quite a spectacle. She showed no mercy at all to the tightly clenched bottom of Mr.Reece. Relentlessly she swung the strap from way behind her back, whacking it down, and following through like an expert. The whacking noises echoed around the empty classroom like gunfire on a rifle range!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
She then took some photos as a keepsake and told him that if ever he tried to photograph her again, she would post a shot of his bottom on social media…
As she sat down on a desk watching Mr. Reece standing with his hands on his head, she heard him sigh.
“Was that a sigh of relief? I don’t know why….you have the cane next!”
She watched his bottom twitching and trembling for a while…
Proud Mr.Reece was broken, trembling with pain, humiliation and fear, he flinched when Tamara said,
“Right Mr. Reece, to finish off, I’m going to give you a dozen or so of the cane.”
More to come…
Asa
