A Naughty Schoolgirl’s Crimes and Punishments ~ Part 4

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…when Kate got home, she was obviously very worried. Mummy talked sensibly to her after reading the letter. She explained about reputations, and getting the wrong things said about her. She said she deserved her punishment, and it served her right, and she would try to keep Daddy calm.

On his arrival she heard him explode…”She did what!? What? Bloody hell!”

Then there was talking, and in he came, with his leather soled slipper gripped in his hand. She passed the letter nervously.

She had always been his blue eyed girl, and when he saw her shaking hand, his temper cooled. “Look, what you have done was silly, rude and extremely naughty. Everyone will know, and Mummy will find it hard to look her friends in the eye. However, I know you have paid for it well, Mummy says that Mr Jones has done one of his renowned jobs on your naughty bottom. So, it is supper in your bedroom and no television for the next week. I am going to give you a spanking though, get on that chair, and bare your bottom!”

Twenty good firm whacks later found her in her bedroom, tummy down, naked on the bed. Her towel was spread over her bottom with cold water soaked into it. Her bottom was welted and very sore, it would be a night for sleeping on her tummy, and probably breakfast stood at the breakfast bar.

Sleep slowly came over her, her mind full of thoughts about being punished, as she stroked her welts. Her fingers moved to her pussy…

She arrived in dreamland, she was walking with Mr.Jones, before them was an old building in the woods.

She walked in, it was damp, she could hear dripping water. He led her by some hanging chains with hooks, to some stairs. She noticed he had a lantern to light the way. He switched on a light which illuminated the bottom of the stairs, which they descended.

There was a long corridor, with twists and turns, and other corridors at intervals leading into the darkness. She thought she heard moans from some. They arrived at a locked door. Mr Jones unlocked it, and took her in. “You are now one of my schoolgirl spankng slaves. I come down here to punish you, not because of anything you have done, but because you are a dirty little bitch who likes to be punished, you are a pain slut. That is what people say about you now. Even your Mummy and Daddy know what you are, they have given you to me.”

‘Yes, I am your dirty slut, your dirty little bitch. You can fuck me if you like.”

“Shhhhh. For now, just get on there, and bare your bottom. There’s a good slut.”

‘Yes Sir.’

Her dream went on and on. Day after day she waited, hungry for his cane. She heard him walk down swishing it, but on some days his footsteps faded, down another corridor, where she heard distant whack, screams, and groans of sordid pleasure. How she hated those other dirty bitches. She wanted to be his only dirty spanking bitch!

On some days, the steps would stop at her door, the key would insert into the lock, echoing, and after a clunk the door would open. With black gowns flowing, over his tweed suit, his brogues clipping on the cobbled damp floor, and his rattan cane swishing in the air, he would deal with her.

Every time he came, she found new ways for her bottom to greet him.

Night after night she lay thinking of it, her hands working hard, one on her pussy, one smacking her bottom, or scratching lines on it.

Night after painful night he came and thrashed her to orgasm.

He was right, she loved it, she needed it.

Then one night is was different. Why? You might ask. Well, you see it wasn’t her bottom that greeted him, it was her wet pussy…”Fuck me Mr.Jones, then cane me long and hard!”

He took out his throbbing manhood, and with the cane in one hand, and his glistening, pulsating, purple head in his other he…she…he…she…she awoke to the best orgasm of her life…

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