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Charlotte’s bottom being spanked at the desk…

Things to look for…

Some images show a double image as my hand spanks her….it shows how her cheek sinks in on impact.

Look at the pain but sheer enjoyment of a good spanking in her face.

Look how her grip on the desk changes as it hurts more and more,

More to come…

Asa

To see more of B’s work, click on ‘Links and Contributors’ in the menu bar above, and then click on ‘Contributors’, once there, scroll down to her page. She runs a very immersive realistic game. If you are not able to spank, or be spanked, tr it…..it is the next best thing.

Buxiban part 7

Next morning at school, Tuti, one of the teasing Asian girls saw the cane stripes peeking under my uniform skirt, “Your Mom bought a mamak cane!”

I shouldn’t have worried about what my classmates could see of Mum’s punishment, since the afternoon was about swimming. With a common locker room, I had to take my knickers down in front of everyone. Tuti and Zee laughed, “That wasn’t much of ganzhé dance!”

I adjusted the bottom of my cossie and they laughed the more, “Your stripes are still showing!” I shrugged, and they turned to Emma who also had a few stripes. “Your muqin is learning fast!”

Miss Coach warned us about having a wee-wee in the pool. “There’s a tell tale chemical, and I will tan your bottom.” She had us swimming quite a few lengths before pulling a net across the pool for a fun game of pool volley

After showers Lila invited us for a weekend pajama party at her house. Having returned home I asked if I could go and Mum agreed, “Don’t forget your homework!” I changed into a jeans mini. I no longer cared about showing the cane stripes on my thighs. I knew that I wasn’t alone. I stuffed a backpack, rode to Emma’s nearby house, and impatiently rang the bell of my bike.

Lila’s house was a classic detached bungalow in a condominium park with tennis courts. We were parking our bikes under the car-shed when Isa joined us. Lila lead us to the kitchen to meet her mom. I immediately saw the mamak cane with a purple plastic handle hanging in plain sight by the fridge. Her mother was real nice, and offered ice cream cones. We followed Lila to her room. Her mother shouted, “And start your homework!” Lila had prepared mattresses on the floor, and a large telly for a real PJ party. 

Two hours later we had enough of homework, and we heard a car. Lila ran downstairs and told us to follow her to be introduced to her father. He looked as the stern banker that he is, but he gave a peck on the forehead for his daughter, and for each of us.

After stir-fried prawns with snow peas and ginger we helped Lila clear the table. We watched the news on the big screen TV of the family lounge. Her father had quite a sense of humor, as he commented the days events.

Then we retired to Lila’s room, and loaded ‘Bring It On’. We didn’t stay up the whole night. We had had a busy day with morning classes, and the afternoon swim.

Next morning we went to a super shopping center with a pool in the atrium. There’s also big shopping centers back home, but none have a pool! We took a table with a view of the pool for watching the boys. We had chili crabs. It was great, and messy, but we were given big plastic bibs. The waiter hosed the tables and floor before taking our bibs. Then we had lychees, and more boy-watching.

As we unlocked our bikes by the parking elevators, two boys discreetly offered a big bottle of French champagne. “Only $25.” We exchanged naughty winks, and bought that bottle.

Back at Lila’s house, before dinner, we discreetly got ice cubes for chilling our bottle of bubbly. After dinner it was party time! “Don’t be up too late dears!” Lila chimed back, “Yes Mum!” and we took the stairs to her room giggling.

We loaded part 2 of ‘Bring It On’ and tasted our champagne. It was great and we mimicked the cheerleaders dance routines of the movie. Two glasses later we were enthusiastically dancing and singing. With two more we stumbled, and loudly crashed on the floor.

The door was suddenly opened. Lila’s mother didn’t need a drawing to understand that we were half drunk. She called her father. He smiled when he saw us. She picked up the cordless phone and called our parents, “Yes, agreed, she will be punished exactly as my daughter.” 

She suggested the mamak cane, but Lila’s father offered to spank us. “It isn’t as if they hadn’t done their homework, or had bad grades.” She laughed, “You’re such a softy!” 

I was first. He pulled me over his knees, grabbed both my wrists behind my back, raised my skirt and started spanking my knickered bottom. Lila’s mother protested, “At least take down her knickers for a real spanking!” I blushed crimson as he yanked my knickers down to my knees. Then I got a super fiery spanking! I stomped my feet, kicked my legs. He had one of his legs over mine and continued my spanking. I had teary eyes, and my bum was throbbing when he helped me up. I shamefully pulled up my knickers.

Twenty minutes later we were rubbing each other’s bottoms with cooling cream. “Phew! Thanks to your father we avoided that mamak cane!”

Amelia and Emma

To be continued…

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The Photo Day went on longer than expected, so I sent a message via my secretary, Brigitte, for the girls to meet me in the Detention Room straight after assembly in the morning.

Thus, after assembly, I went to the detention room after calling into my Study. Brigitte told me the girls were waiting. I had an adjoining door, so walked in to find two nervous girls waiting for me.

Brigitte as always, when a spanking was in order, smiled at me quite eagerly. I knew she would be the other side of the door. So, to satisfy her curiosity, I left it slightly ajar.

“Good Morning Girls!”

“Good Morning Mr.Jones.” The two naughty girls replied in a musical sort of way.

“You know why you are here. You almost succeeded in making the whole of yesterday into a total farce. I am very disappointed. It seems your last spankings did no good at all. You are getting a slippering apiece today, and tomorrow (Friday) I will cane you both at home time. Maybe six red lines each might make you think about your behavior over the weekend, and if your parents notice them, you will only have yourselves to blame, won’t you?”

I was not at all pleased with them, I needed to wait until caning them, because right now it would be too tempting to lay into their bare bottoms too vigorously. As an Headmaster I have to show restraint, and keep to the rules as laid out in the Disciplinary Manual.

They quite understandably sulked.

I continued. “Up you get, to the front of the desk, lets have those bottoms bared.”

I picked up my size fifteen plimsol, a sturdy beast with a thick rubber sole. “Bend Over! Grab the back rest.”

I noticed the door moving rhythmically at the edge of my vision. I suspected that Brigitte was enjoying the show. I raised the pleated skirts.

Then I lowered their knickers….always a pleasing task, as my cheek almost caresses their buttocks as I lower them to the ankles.

Slapping the plimsol in my right hand, onto the palm of the left upturned hand, I informed them that the were getting twenty each, ten on each. I notice that at that news, the door began to move a little quicker, what was my secretary doing?

At the news of their punishments, the girls faces were a picture of woe.

More to come…

Asa

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continued…

Mrs Walters felt delightfully relaxed as she continued to try out various punishment positions on her new high, straight backed, punishment seat. In the distance she could hear the caretaker in the garden, above her in the classroom was the cheerful chatter of the workmen as they varnished floors and treated desks with linseed oil.

Little things like the position of the feet, or where the back of the seat dug in, were all mentally noted, and in her study, later, she would make notes and diagrams, for a disciplinary manual she was hoping to have published..

She liked this position very much. She tried to emulate the movement of escape after a whack with the birch or cane. The sharp edge on the back of the seat really dug pain fully in to her midriff, which automatically made her jump back. This would be the time to whack again. If she kicked, the top of her feet struck the edge of the desk. This would stop unnecessary kicking and wriggling.

She experimented with replacing the vaulting horse with a piano stool, which presented the bottom higher for straight downward cuts of a long cane.

She found that moving the teacher’s desk trapped the feet.

She went on to trying more positions.

more to come…

Asa

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continued….

Stephanie looked down at the view of Charlotte over her knee, and delighted in it. “Do you know, one thing I like to see in an otk spanking is kicking legs. But I fear I will be concentrating on your bare bottom so much, that I might miss it. Will you kick a little for me?”

“Of course.” Replied her friend obligingly, and did so.

“Hmmmm, I can see what you mean.” Charlotte commented as she looked over her shoulder.

“Well that is enough of that, lets get these knickers down shall we?” Asked Stephanie rhetorically.

“Yes please! My bottom needs a spanking!” Charlotte said emphatically.

And here is your colour bonus…

More to come…

Asa