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Charlotte has disgraced herself completely.

She is an excellent hockey player, full of passion, athletic, quick, strong and at times volatile. More than volatile, truth be known, when she loses her temper, she is a force of nature!

The latter was her downfall.

We were playing our strongest and most local rivals in the County Inter Schools Hockey Championship, a semi final, second leg. The first leg had been feisty, but it ended badly, with ill feeling after many fouls, and losing 0-1. The eventual winners, go into the Inter County Hockey Championship. The most prestigious hockey event for under 18’s. Many club scouts attend and many girls eventually end up playing for England in the Olympics.

We pulled back to 1-1 today, the game was tremendous but very, very physical. Niggling fouls had led to scuffles here and there, the referee was earning her corn today. Charlotte stormed through in the dying minutes and struck a shot from an acute angle. Straight into the ‘top bins’, the goalie had no chance. We all thought she had scored and we were in the final. We all went quite hysterical, the cheering was the loudest I have ever heard at our playing field, both teams were well supported by students, staff, parents, family and League Officials, who were there as invited guests and VIP’s.

Sadly there was an infringement and the goal was disallowed.

Oh my, it all kicked off, Charlotte went crazy, and hit the referee, then pushed her to the ground. The referee showed her the red card, she was sent off, but refused to go. She had a fight with the other team’s captain, and gave her a black eye. She wrestled with other match officials, and bit another player. A League Official tried to intervene, and excuse my language, but Charlotte screamed at her loudly….”What the fuck do you know you fat old cunt! Piss Off, what do you know about hockey anyway? You will never understand the game as long as you have a fucking wet hole in your fanny! Then she ran at the other team whirling the hockey stick over her head like a whirling dervish, screaming like a banshee. It degenerated into a riot, girls have been injured, quite badly. Hockey sticks are like Maori War Clubs in angry girls hands.

We have narrowly avoided Police intervention, but talk of private action being taken against us by their parents is loud and clear.

An instant decision was made, to placate the other school and League officials. We are disqualified and cannot enter for two years (appeal pending). Our School is in disgrace, the other school drove away in cars and coaches laughing and making fun of us….ohhh it is one of the worst days ever.

Charlotte has been calmed down, and sent to Miss Kenworthy, Head of Discipline. I cannot go near her, I would wring her bloody neck! I have rang and told her to punish her and humiliate her! But to leave her for me to deal with later. I needed to calm down. I am going to have tea with my secretary Brigitte and use calm sensible thought and her calming judgement.

Miss Kenworthy has punished her many times and is sat looking at her pages in the punishment book, waiting.

There is a knock on the door, and in walks Charlotte, upon Miss Kenworthy’s invitation to enter.

Miss Kenworthy smiles, and shakes her head. “I told you that you would end up disgracing yourself and the school one day didn’t I?”

“Yes Miss Kenworthy.”…::sigh::…”You did.”

“Well you have let yourself down, the school down, and your team mates down. I am going to punish you now, but this will not end here. You will be dealt with again towards the end of the afternoon, by Mr.Jones, he is calming himself down, he never punishes in anger, and I expect he will use reason and thought. For now, you will stay here, in disgrace. I think the whole school needs to calm down.” Miss Kenworthy said thoughtfully and calmly.

She was right, the school was rife with rumours of expulsion and staff arguments.

Charlotte of course was now wishing she had not lost control, and looking quite forlorn. But inside she had equated the situation, it was not a foul and she was quite pleased with her performance, and the aftermath. She resigned herself to her fate, she was a tough cookie, and was willing to face the consequences. It was time to look forlorn, say the right apologetic words, say how she felt she was fighting for the injustice against her school etc etc

Miss Kenworthy stood and gave her another talking too, her finger wagging like a wooden toy on a garden windmill.

If you cannot do the time, then do not do the crime. Charlotte took a deep breath, it was time to go into another battle, her bare bottom was undoubtedly going to lose.

“Give me your hockey stick….don’t look so scared, I am not going to use it on your bottom, although by the sounds of it, you deserve it!”

Miss Kenworthy placed it on the punishment desk, that Charlotte had sat at on many occasions.

It was going to be a long afternoon, thought Charlotte, it always was when she used dramatics to prepare someone for punishment.

Part 2

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Asa

TradP is another rather interesting chap I have met through the interest of spanking, who has become a contributor, and also a club member.

If you click on ‘Links and Contributors’ above, then click on ‘Contributors’, you will find him if you scroll down.

THIS WILL BE HIS FIRST PAGE AND ALL SUBSEQSUENT STORIES WILL BE LINKED AT THE BOTTOM (where else?) AFTER THE VERY INTERESTING PARAGRAPH ABOUT HIS SISTER.

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Sharon, a pretty girl with shoulder length brown wavy hair had never been considered as  a model student at her school but she was a diligent worker, respectful to her teachers, and well-behaved most of the time.

On this particular morning, her image amongst her peers at least, was about to change. She had only been at her new school for a few weeks after moving to the area. It was a much better school, the rules a little more rigid but she liked that, her previous school was very laid back. She settled in well in her new school and had made friends quickly and easily. 

On this particular morning as she walked to school, her mind was consumed with thoughts of rebellion, she wasn’t sure why she felt this way. She had been feeling suffocated by her perceived goody-two-shoes reputation and craved a taste of rebellion. And so, she decided to sneak out a cigarette that she had acquired from a friend  and smoke it along the way to school. She had seen some of the other girls smoking and she had tried a few in the park .

Little did she know, her actions would not go unnoticed.

Her headmaster, Mr Stevens , who up until this point  had never even spoken to Sharon, was on his regular morning walk to school when he spotted Sharon taking a drag from her cigarette. Shocked and disappointed, he immediately challenged her, told her to extinguish the cigarette and to report to his study straight after assembly. 

Trembling with fear and already regretting the cigarette Sharon entered the headmaster’s study . She knew she was in serious trouble and her heart was beating out of her chest. As soon as the door closed behind her, she was met with a stern scolding from her headmaster. His voice was calm and stern, this only emphasised to her how much trouble she was actually in 

She hung her head in shame, knowing she had disappointed. Her headmaster’s voice grew louder and more authoritative as he scolded her for her reckless behavior.

Just when Sharon thought she had reached the peak of her humiliation, her headmaster uttered the words that she never thought she would hear: ‘You need to be taught a lesson, young lady.’ And with that, he marched over to his desk and pulled out a wooden chair.

Sharon’s heart sank as she realised what was about to happen. She had never been spanked in her life, and the thought of being bent over her headmaster’s knee was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

With trembling hands, she slowly made her way over to his desk and bent slowly over his knee, her tight thin grey uniform trousers stretched over her plump rounded bottom emphasising the target area, she felt like it was the biggest thing in the room and could feel herself quivering over his firm lap. 

itHer headmaster wasted no time in starting the punishment. His large hand struck her bottom, over and over again, each strike gaining more force and causing her bottom to flatten, wobble and jiggle under the pressure of his palm. 

Sharon couldn’t help but cry out in pain as her bottom turned a bright shade of red under the thin material. She could feel the heat radiating from her tightly trousered bottom, each cheek a separate mound of heat and pain, she couldn’t believe how much it stung.

As the spanking continued, her headmaster scolded her for her disobedience. He reminded her of the no smoking rule she had broken and how disappointed he was in her. The spanks kept coming, Sharon’s bottom was now bouncing under his heavy hand. Breathlessly she blurted out that she would never smoke again. This had no effect as his hand kept landing with precision and effect. Her cheeks were now a mass of stinging and scorching. 

When the spanking was finally over, Sharon was standing on shaky legs. Her bottom was throbbing and felt it like it was on fire. She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and they streamed down her face as she rubbed her burning bottom. The headmaster dismissed her with a final scolding and told her to return to class 

But as she walked out of the headmaster’s office, something unexpected happened. She felt a rush of excitement and a sense of enjoying the spanking. As she made her way to the girls’ toilets, she couldn’t help but look at her tightly trousered bottom in the mirror. The grey seat of her trousers stretched tightly over her swollen cheeks showed tell tale signs of his hard hand landing. The nap of the material gave away the fact that she had been spanked. 

Despite the pain, she couldn’t deny the shapely and plump appearance of her bottom. She admired how the trousers hugged her curves and how hot they felt from the spanking. Her hands cupped each cheek and she slowly squeezed to ease the pain. Curiosity got the better of her and she lowered her trousers to get a better look.

And there it was, her bottom was red, blotchy and visibly sore, but there was also a sense of satisfaction. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying the pain, but she couldn’t help it. It was then that she realised  she was hooked on spanking and the feelings it aroused in her. 

From that day on, Sharon’s behavior changed. She no longer feared the headmaster’s office, in fact, she found herself getting in trouble more often just to experience the thrill of the spanking, slipper and eventually the cane. 

The girl in the story is my sister and although slightly embellished in places, this is pretty much how it happened. She was slippered and caned until she left school (which is in the home counties) Today she still has a big interest in CP and is an avid practitioner. 

Story Number Two will appear on his art page…

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Asa

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This incident involves just one girl, Kate, who is eventually dealt with by Miss Kenworthy. I did a similar story with Charlotte and Peter Birch, but I thought it a perfect incident for the S.H.H.f.W.G log.

Look at Kate, we all know how naughty she is, she has had many spankings before you all, but look at her! Innocent or what?

Stood there in her immaculate school uniform she sums up the oft used phrase, ‘Butter would not melt.’ Doesn’t she?

We know differently…she is a naughty schoolgirl.

This all started a few months ago, when she set up an ‘Only Fans’ page, on the internet. She has more than a few followers, she has many thousands. A young woman masturbating or self spanking in her school uniform has seen viewing numbers, and followers, multiply rapidly.

As often happens with these things, as it grows and grows, her posts get more daring and risque.

She new that just after school, when ‘After School Clubs’ ran, that many rooms were left unattended, ready for the cleaners moving in. She hid, until all was quiet, and searched for a vacant room. She expected it to be a classroom, but imagine her delight when she found Miss Kenworthy’s Office open! She saw the cleaner walk away and went in quickly, for a few selfies.

With all the implements and apparatus in the background, it would be the ideal backdrop. She set up her expensive moblie, and took a video. She could take screenshots from it later. She was only in a few minutes, and ran out, her heart beating fast. Undiscovered.

Or so she thought. The cleaner had spotted her, and knew her well. She was quite infamous!

That night Kate did her homework and then settled down to take some screenshots and edit them. She needed to masturbate and did a live feed, which gave her a wonderful orgasm as lots of rude and lude comments flooded in.

She posted the edited screenshots, by using the timer, to go up at half hour intervals during the night, calling the sequence “A Naughty Schoolgirl in the Head of Disciplines Study ~ Alone!” Her followers would love them.

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The cleaner had left a message on Miss Kenworthy’s desk, and the next morning Miss Kenworthy, in bright and early as always read it with interest, and was furious! She left a message on her form teachers desk, asking for Kate to be sent to her ‘first thing’.

As they all slept peacefully, the photos steadily posted themselves.

PART TWO

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PART THREE

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Asa

The BBC News? Hell no! I would rather gnaw my own nut-sack off than be made to report on politics and wars etc

Allow me to elaborate…

Deep in rural England, not far from the Cotswolds is a little frequented area called the Broadlands. Wide sweeping meadows, pretty and quiet country lanes, meandering rivers, quaint villages, ancient woodland, an all round quintessential picture postcard of England, pretty much like Constable would paint in his day.

,The Main Market towns are Broadmeadow, and Broadleigh. Broad seems to crop up everywhere, and in one clutch of villages, full of pretty little thatched cottages and country pubs, not that far from Broadleigh are Upper Broadley, Nether Broadley, and Lower Broadley. Close by Lower Broadley is, or was, to be precise, Broadley Manor, in an area known as Broadly Bottom.

It is a huge house with carefully tended gardens. But in the 1930’s things became a little tight for Broadley Bottom Manor, as it was then called, and they moved to a more modest 50 acre 75 roomed house.

It was a tough decision for Lord and Lady Broadend, they worried and fretted over it for two years.

A lot of people were quite pleased to see them go, they were reputed to be quite immoral and in the late 1800’s the family had seven sons, who gave the local girls a great deal of fun and money. People now often comment that the body shape of people, especially the women, living in the area (2000 square miles of this glorious England) is quite peculiar to the area.

Namely, a good firm broad bottom. “A lass from the Broads in broad by name and broad by nature, especially in the arse department”, was often said by the men in the area, as a shapely girl passed by.

It was evident then, when Lady Broadend declared to her husband, “I think we have a buyer! Who ticks every box!”

It is still very evident today. The people who purchased the property turned it into a College for Girls.

Broadley Bottom College….BBC.

Our BBC.

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Please allow me to digress from this lovely story of the beautiful broad bottom, and tell you how this came about. It is funny how things happen. I told you recently of a post on ‘X’, that I put up, with Charlotte in jeans being spanked. 5000 views in no time at all. people started writing to me, saying there is not enough Clothed Bottom Spanking.

So I went in search, and came across an advert, on ‘X’ by TraditionalCP (@traditional44), it read…

” I am looking to find a model, professional or amateur that would like to pose for some clothed spanking photos to illustrate a few stories I have written….”

To cut a long story short, he is sending me stories, I have allowed him to use mine in return for using his very clever AI images. I think we have a new contributor and I have a new spanking friend. I am arranging a shoot with him, and cannot wait to see what he does with ‘my girls’ bottoms!!!!

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So you will now receive regular bulletins from the BBC.

Let me show you some of the girls and staff…

Purple and Grey are prevalent in the school, all clothing seems tight and shows off the broad bottoms of Broadley Bottom College to advantage. Especially when bent over for spanking…

Not just the trousers, all clothing seems to be a tight fit on the Broadley Bottom Girls…

Yes indeed, it has to be said, that all the Broadly Bottom Girls are always a picture to look at.

Like many boarding schools, navy blue knickers and gym shorts are a requisite.

As I have just alluded to Broadley Bottom College for Girls is a Boarding School, and don’t the girls look lovely in their pyjamas?

So, a little like my ‘Incident Log’ at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls,

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You will get them from here too, by all accounts it seems that spankings here are as common as there!

Oh….news alert, two girls who have been naught have been sent to the Study, to wait for their bottoms to be spanked….must go!

Broadley Bottom College For Girls ~ Bulletin 2

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Bulletin 3

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Asa

I would guess, that you can guess, what their passion is.

Yes, of course, it is Spanking.

I have put a couple of trial posts up, just to see how you reacted to teachers meeting to spank each other, and they went down well. Also, it has been pointed out to me, just how much people like to see girls spanked in jeans and leggings, so the story will start with that…I have only been on ‘X’ for two months, and a few week ago I put one of Charlotte in jeans, being spanked by her Mum…over 5000 views already….I have just put another up.

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Anyway….there I go again, rambling on! The story :-

Three teachers who work at the same Girls School got talking yesterday, about how they like it when they get the chance to spank a girl. WHICH IN A SCHOOL OF 800 GIRLS IS MOST WEEKS! They decided it was a bit risky talking in school about their guilty pleasure, and have met this morning, the day after, a Saturday, for coffee. Their talk was sexy and exciting. They touched on various ideas, like spanking each other, or acting out the best spankings they have given. They were pleased that all three like to receive as well as give a spanking.

One of them, is Samantha, the Deputy Head, and as such, has the pass code to the senior car park, the code to the alarm, and of course, keys to her study.

What would be more natural than going in to school to discuss something or other. So the following weekend, off they went, and found the school almost empty, just a couple of caretakers and a gardener.

Soon, feeling safe and more relaxed, they began to share spanking sites and chat room information. They all agreed on the best site around for chat, and realistic role play. All three agreed to sign up for the Oaks and Pines Spanking Game, where they could be the naughty girls for a change. They could even plan how to get a spanking in their fabulous chatroom they host.

Note…this is a real game.

All three enrolled on their phones, and picked the names of the girls the like to spank most for their characters names.

I think they have room for a couple more, either teachers of schoolgirls, just click on ‘Links and Contributors’ above to visit them. I used to play and loved it, but alas, this has all got too big and takes my free time up.

They made themselves comfy, and Kate said she had brought something along to show them, and fished in her pocket.

Charlotte and Samantha looked on, curiously, and were both delighted and surprised to see her pull out a beautifully crafted model of a naughty girl with her bottom red and striped.

They loved it. It appears that one of her her hobbies is making dioramas showing cats in all sorts of situations, but secretly, in her garden studio, she makes spanking dioramas of spanking scenes too.

They really admired the model, and agreed to go around to see the dioramas the very next day!

Kate although very modest, and humble, felt quite justifiably proud, she knew her creations of classrooms, buses, shops, school stage etc were rather good, and could not wait to show them off. They would be a secret no more!

Samantha suggested that they could set a web site up, showing the dioramas and that maybe Kate could make some dioramas of their favourite spanking positions. Ideas were flying, they even discussed a fictitious school name, and teacher’s names too.

Kate was excited. “We could yes, I’d like that idea of different positions very much, because mine are nearly all over the knee ones, I love spanking a girls bare bottom over my knee!”

Without thinking she did a little demonstration, which made Samantha and Charlotte giggle, naughtily.

Both Samantha and Charlotte agreed that they loved it too.

Samantha then added, that she had just started using the baton method.

Kate and Charlotte spoke together, “Whats that?” they said in unison, with wide pretty eyes.

“Allow me to demonstrate…..anyone?”

Kate felt bold, and pushed herself forward, “…me please, all this talk has made me desperate for some stingy smacks on my bottom!”

Part Two…

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Asa

Another wonderful spanking story from Brigitte, one of my most valuable and the longest regular contributor of them all.

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…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=41949

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Whippingham Fitness Camp part 2

After lunch, we were back in the small ante room where we had left our backpacks. I chimed. “It would for sure be more efficient than our trekking!”

June echoed. “Since we have failed our fitness tests we will be strapped, and have to stand in those punishment corners, with our crimson butts for all to see!”

“Yeah, but somehow it will serve us right. If we hadn’t boozed, and party every weekends…”

“April! Have you ever been strapped? I was belted by my father, and it was no picnic.”

“Yes, I was also belted by my dad.”

“June, we have to consider that it will be over if we again fail. No grant, no housing, out on the street, our dreams will be lost.”

“Alright! I hear you. How much money have you got?”

“A thousand something.”

“Same here, we will have to ask for credit.”

A few minutes later, I gently knocked on the door with the gold plate reading, “Principal”.

We entered when invited, and met an older, yet very fit lady.

“The campers! I will show you a lovely spot. Only 10 £ a day with showers.”

I stammered. “Huh… Ma’am… please… We’re thinking of joining the program.”

“Ah! Very brave girls! Tell me more.”

June still down to earth mentioned. “First we only have a thousand pounds each. We well need credit.”

“That isn’t a problem. What income have you got?”

“We have our sports and studies grant.”

“That is if you don’t fail.”

“Well, Ma’am, we were given a second chance.”

“Please explain.”

“We are into modern dancing, we haven’t failed the dancing, we only failed the fitness test.”

June sheepishly confessed. “I have an extra eight pounds.”

“And you?”

I blushed. “Seven pounds, Ma’am.”

“Although you haven’t failed the dancing test, you have to retake it after having shed your extra weight, correct?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Very well, I guaranty that you will shed those extra pounds, and brilliantly retake your dancing test. You will repay your credit over the next two years. I am giving you ten days for the price of your first week.”

We echoed as we said. “Thank you Ma’am!”

“Follow me, I will take you to your dorm.”

On the second floor she showed us a comfortable room with 6 beds. Two of them were unmade. “You already know your roommates as you had lunch with Louise and Annabelle, and their friends Melissa and Lucinda.”

We smiled.

“Over there you have your cupboards with your uniforms. You will change into sports bras, T-shirts and gym knickers, we call them burumas as in Japan. Then you will return to my office to be punished for your failure.

We changed and tried to adjust those buruma. “Whoa! They sure aren’t too covering!”

Five minutes later we again knocked on the door with the gold plate. We paid only a third of our dues. Miss Principal said. “I don’t want you to return home without any money.” We also signed a very generous financing contract.

“Step on that scale, I want to record your weight.”

Then her tone suddenly changed. She sternly ordered. “Take off your buruma, and drop them on my desk!”

We blushed as we had noticed that unlike shorts there are no knickers under those buruma. We were immediately bare butt as we lowered them.

“Twelve strokes!”

We timidly nodded, with our hands in front of our curls.

She took a leather strap out of a cupboard. It was about three feet. We eyed it with fear. She stepped between us.

“Hands on you head!”

That strap whizzed and whipped June. She squealed. Next it was me, and I squealed as well. That strap like a whip flew left and right as it alternated between us. She had us dancing with her sizzling strap!

“OH! AH! OUCH!”

June tried to protect herself. “Hands back on your head, you will receive an additional stroke!”

She whipped the back of my thighs. It was so stingy that I couldn’t help rubbing them.

“Hands back on your head, you will receive an additional stroke!”

I got that penalty stroke on the front of my thighs. That was even fiercer than the stroke on the back of my legs.

“OH! AH! OUCH! OUCH!”

June also rubbed the back of her legs. The extra stroke across the front of her thighs had her chanting.

“AH! AIE! AIE! AIE!”

Each time we rubbed, she made good on her promise of penalty strokes.

“OH! OUCH! OUCH!”

It was ten time more severe than Pops’ belting!

“In the punishment corners both of you. No rubbing! Keep your hands on your head. Stay there till I give you back your burumas.”

Red face, still sniffling, with our hands on our head, and everything on show, it was a walk of shame till the punishment corners. I further clasped my hands above my head to avoid rubbing my incandescent derriere and thighs. I felt as a well punished little girl.

A few girls teased us. “Stings doesn’t it!”

“Baptized of fire!”

“A real red head with a red butt, hahahaha!”

“Blondie’s, bum looks even redder!”

Deep in my heart, I soberly had to admit, that it was a well deserve punishment for a year of partying and boozing.

We were eventually given back our burumas. We gingerly pulled them up, and didn’t bother adjusting them. I rubbed and rubbed some more! June even danced on the spot as she rubbed.

We were ordered to get a tray for our dinner. I was very careful; I had a peach instead of the appetizing chocolate dessert. I saw that June had made the same choice.

Annabelle and Louise waved, and we joined them.

They smiled. “So you aren’t chickens!”

“They will be tigresses!”

We bravely smiled.

Melissa asked. “How long have you got?”

I answered. “Starting with ten days.”

June was still rubbing as she commented. “That was a quite a whipping.”

Lucinda summed up. “You had sixteen strokes, the four extra strokes to the front of you thighs are glowing.”

Annabelle mused. “Not bad, some got more.”

I was eating with one hand, and rubbing the front of my thighs with the other.

April and June

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