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They began to make themselves noticed in the background of her life, giggling and pointing at her. Charlene began to feel worried. They looked two formidable, older, frightening girls….

Like all bullies, once they sensed fear in their prey, they became crueler and bolder.

Samantha looked to the sky as a prefect walked by and said,

‘Well done Charlene! Everyone thinks you’ll win us the ‘Sir Hansi Cup’ this year!”

Modestly and blushing slightly Charlene said that she would try her best for the team and why stop at the cup? 

“Let’s go for the double!” she shouted back to the prefect.

Samantha pretended to throw up.

The next few weeks saw Charlene’s popularity grow and training was going very well. In fact it was going so well that Charlene and Samantha’s jealousy and contempt rapidly grew. It would be true to say that it was turning into some sort of hate, and they could be soon described as her tormentors or bullies. And it was not just with Charlene. They  threatened other girls if they were seen with  Charlene.

Things were growing out of proportion in their minds. All Charlene had done was to play well, be selected and modest about her talents.

Frau Beauer had introduced tactical sport’s lessons. She called them her ‘Theory of Sport’ lessons. Hockey figured predominantly, but so too did netball, football and athletics.

She had used Charlene, dressed in her training kit, to demonstrate various skills to the class, All except two were avid Charlene fans. Samantha and Kate pushed their way to the desk behind her, and began teasing her, calling her ‘Gretchen’s Special Little Pet’.

Charlene tried to ignore them, but she had never been bullied or disliked by any school ‘friends’ before. It upset her. She was naturally popular and this was new to her.

They began to pull her hair, and told her she should shower more because of the bad smell. They were really very horrid to her.

Gretchen was no fool and had some idea of what was going on. A couple of times she had turned around quickly to see Kate and Samantha doing something. There was one thing she hated more than anything else in school life and that was bullying.

As the first match approached, Frau Bauer noticed a dip in Charlene’s form,p and arranged a private chat with her.

However, Charlene just said she had been under the weather but was now feeling better. Nevertheless, Frau Bauer decided to keep a close watch and soon it became obvious as to what was happening. However, she decided that it might be best just to keep an eye on things for the moment. With luck, this could be a situation the rest of the team sorted. It would be good for team building and morale.

As the days went by, Charlene became more resilient.  She began concentrating on her school work and hockey, whilst avoiding Samantha and Kate. She had plenty of friends her own age when in class or about school, and the team loved her. They had seen the nastiness and rallied around her.

So much so, that the two bullies began to feel lonely and excluded. Their hate grew.

The two bullies hatched a plan, and, on the day the team sheet was posted for the first match, they found Charlene and sat with her pretending to be friends. They even apologised for being nasty and horrid towards her.

Charlene thought that they were genuine and felt that it must be her good playing in practice that had won them around. They told her of an old tradition… that when you played in the team for the first time, you bared your bottom for the coach, self spanked it, and then asked her to spank it for you. It was an initiation ceremony of sorts. She was told to say nothing, and that it was a closely guarded hockey team secret. Every girl had done it, and every girl had kept the secret.

“Really? Is that true?”

“Of course!” said the bullies, very convincingly.

Charlene was engrossed, “Tell me more!”

Charlene being younger and gullible believed them, and swore to keep the secret. She found it really funny, and laughed with her new friends.

But Frau Bauer was watching. ‘Hmmm, what are those two nasty pieces of work up to?’ She had never really taken to these two girls. There was a certain degree of nastiness to them. She was pretty sure that the smiles and friendliness were false, but because Charlene was happy, she decided to stick to the same tactics of watch and observe.

More to come…

The latest part of this story, which for some reason really fits my Wintery, Christmas, prospect of a New Year mood! Good work ‘B’ xxx

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Wuthering Moors part 4

“Airing? Did you say ‘airing’ ?” Asked Jenny.

Alicia answered, “Yes! Haven’t you girls heard of ‘airing’ ? Since punishments were mostly private at our old school we aired the shyer newbies.”

 Betty mused, “I remember when I was aired after my first spanking. Two of the naughtiest girls got me during the morning break, one hugged me so that I couldn’t move and pulled my skirt up and kept it up, while the other one pulled my knickers down. I was later told that I blushed as red as my well spanked derriere!”

Louise teased, “As this morning !”‘

Jenny laughed, “We also aired the newbies. We do it when they discover the dorm and the communal showers!”

The repairing of the telephone poles and wifi were announced for the next day. We decided to continue our time travelling adventures with a sting.

Alicia teased, “Don’t tell me that you weren’t excited by that spanking in front of the whole class !”

Betty giggled, “As much as you! Although that sister with her leather hands sure made it quite stingy!”

Alicia laughed, “Next time you order medium rare!”

A peaceful night, after Antonia’s belting the one hand reading of steamy romances was more discreet. We had also joined the fun as we were offered Swedish Farm Girls and Italian Hot Tubes.

Next morning after the run Betty showed the girls whats an Italian kiss. Cheryl volunteered. “He grabs your ass with both hands, a real grab, not a cherry boy’s grab…” Betty grabbed Cheryl cheeks. “Then he pulls you towards him…” Betty gave a great demo and added, “And you feel his boner…” Just then a nun entered the dorm. She didn’t ask for a dictionary!

She untied her belt and barked, “Both of you take your shorts and knickers off and lie on those beds, I am going to teach you a lesson about ladylike behavior!”

She stood between the two beds and alternated between Betty and Cheryl. When each of them got six, she told Cheryl to get dressed for the uniform inspection and breakfast. With both hands rubbing her throbbing botty she ran for the showers.

 Then the nun told Betty. “Six more for your six demerits, its about time that you are taught a real lesson!” For sure Betty must have thought that six with the belt was real enough, but she got more than she bargained for. A minute later she also run for the showers with a blazing bottom.

The girls knew how to deal with their punished chums, and offered cold flannels for Betty and Cheryl. Alicia also helped with rubbing Betty’s well roasted buns and thighs with after spanking balm. She also teased her, “That wasn’t medium rare!”

“That was intense, I remembered when I was belted as a schoolgirl…” She also appreciated the after spanking, “Oh! Ah! Yesssss!!”

Alicia snapped, “As Antonia yesterday you are enjoying this too much!”

Next was the uniform inspection line up and another mean nun told Cheryl and Betty to take two steps forward and raise their skirts. “This is what happens to naughty girls !”

They had of course blushed with having to show their white uniform knickers and well reddened butts to everyone, but they soon recovered as breakfast called. A few cushions magically appeared, and their belting had made them ravenous…

I teased Betty and she fumed because I didn’t get my butt tanned, by the end of the day she was fuming, “I don’t care if the WIFI is repaired tomoz, we are staying till we have matching bums !”

I shrugged and Jenny gave me a novel for reading with one hand, A College Girl’s Wet Dreams. As quite a few girls in the dorm I snuggled under the covers with a mini light and my steamy book. One hand held the book and the light, and the other one was… was busy!

After one hundred pages I heard the warning coughs from a few girls. I hurriedly turned the light off and, “Ouch!” I had burned my fingers with the led light. I now had a choice pull my knickers up or hide the book. I didn’t have time for neither! The belting nun had pulled my covers off. “Don’t bother to pull up your knickers, take them off, and give me that book.”

She read the title aloud, “A College Girl’s Wet Dreams, how could you girls read such trash! If I am not mistaking you have 6 dems. Therefore its 12 with my strap or 6 with the cane, and I chose the cane. Antonia, fetch the cane.” Antonia didn’t have to go far, the cane was behind the dorm’s door.

“Your pillow under your tummy, I want a nicely presented target !”

Although the girls had seen my girly secrets when I was spanked in class I felt my ears tickling, a sure sign that I was blushing as red as strawberries. I kept my legs well closed. The first cane stroke, right in the middle of my derriere was a sizzling streak of fire. I gasp. I opened my legs and closed them. The next two were above and they were like hornets or red ants eating my bottom red raw. The following two were etched downward and they felt as tongues of fire.

The last one was across my under-curves and I remembered what it was like to be a well punished naughty schoolgirl. I had opened my legs for the last three and didn’t closed them. I surrendered.

Alicia and Betty

To be continued…

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