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The three bottoms of the naughty girls were now hot and stingingly sore. The double stroke method used on up and down strokes, with the size fifteen plimsol had achieved its objective. It was now time to take their knickers down. One by one, starting with Charlotte, Mrs Potter made her way down the line of glowing cheeks
Mrs Pollard’s love juices were now flowing freely, as she bent down to pull Stephanie’s knickers down, she felt the wetness, now on her inner thighs. She paused to stare, and get a close up image in her mind. “Oh yes, I will remember this tomorrow afternoon.”
Friday afternoons were special to her, and late Friday afternoons, especially so.
With the image ingrained on her mind’s eye, she smartly walked back to the ‘front of the queue’. Once more she began to use her trusty size fifteen plimsol to good effect. Long swings, repeatedly made direct flat contact with Charlotte’s cheeks. Once more the room began to fill with smacks, cracks, whack, and thwacks! Charlotte squealed and screamed.
In the secretaries office knickers were stretched across a pair of thighs, and the outer door locked. This was no surprise, because discipline of a serious nature was always undertaken on a Friday afternoon, and always on the bare. So the door to the office and the study was always locked. Unless an emergency. Fingers were fiddling deeply as another orgasm raced through the secretaries body.
Soon Charlotte’s legs were kicking and she was begging for mercy. Her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Mrs Pollard moved on to naughty Samantha, swinging high and thwacking down in wide, full blooded whacks! Samantha wailed and cried, begging for mercy. No heed to the pleas was given.
Soon her leg was kicking and leaving her knickers in a heap.
Finally she turned and moved to Stephanie.
The size fifteen plimsol repeatedly landed true and flat on those wonderful cheeks, to make her start kicking too. Through her screams she begged repeatedly for mercy….but to no avail.
At the last good hefty slap of the buttocks, Mrs Pollard, breathing deeply gathered her energy. “…And don’t think that’s it! Oh no! You have more to come yet!!”
As she said!…..more to come!
Asa