Mr.Reece Gets the Plimsol

You ought to read the previous post and the story attached to it, so please click here in order to understand what is happening here…

…Samantha stopped spanking him by hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief for the respite. Bending over she spoke to him. “Well your bottom is looking rather hot Mr.Reece, oh look, the naughty boy is really trembling! Are you scared Mr.Reece, do you want the nasty burning in your bottom to stop? Awwww, poor ickle Mister Weece.”

He was trembling, he knew without doubt that this was only the beginning, and his bottom hurt so very much already.

“I think it’s time that jolly old Mister Plimsol here, with his really heavy rubber size thirteen thick sole, ought to kiss that poor little bottom better.” She whispered into his ear.

“No, not the heavy plimsol…please…no….not the plimsol!”

“What are you Mr Reece?” THWAAAACK!

“Ooooooh a naughty boy, a naughty boy!”

THWACK THWACK THWAAAACK! “A what? I didn’t hear you?”

“Owwwwwwwoooowwww owwww oooooh a naughty boy, a very naughty boy!”

The sound of rubber on soft buttock….’WHHHHUUUUUPPPPP!?’ Filled the room repeatedly, as Mr Reece hopped and jumped about screaming “I’m a naughty boy Miss….ooooh I’m a naughty boy!”

With a fast flurry of full blooded swings Samantha gave hell to the Crimson cheeks of the ‘galloping on the spot’ Mr.Reece

Whack….owwwww, thwop…..ooooh….he screamed like a girl.

To be continued, what next for the poor old teacher? Just a minute, what are they on the desk, is it a strap, and is that a tawse, and look….a cane! Oh dear Mr Reece, what a torrid time you have to come!