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Continued…
“Right!….” There was a deliberate pause for effect. “Let’s get those bottoms presented in a different way shall we? Is this lesson starting to sink in to those cheeks? Hmmmm?”
‘Sniff, yes Miss.’ Said Charlotte quietly.
‘Sniff, yes Miss.’ Said Samantha subduedly..
‘Sniff, yes Miss.’ Whispered Stephanie submissively.
“Very good, now, hands on heads! Walk to the other side of the form and face the wall.” Instructed a very strict sounding Mrs.Pollard.
The three red bare bottomed girls did as instructed, and stood there sniffing and whimpering.
“Hands down! Keep them clasped at your midriff, shoulders back, chins up….look smart!” Bellowed Mrs.Pollard.
The secretary was now at the keyhole, her knickers at her ankles and skirt up around her waist…..gently toying with her swollen pussy lips and clitoris. She had the view that you have, right now.
“Now sit down.”
“Further back please, I want your bottoms poking out to me.” Ordered Mrs.Pollard.
Obligingly, yet sensitively on the hard cold wood, which felt as if it pushed up to greet them, the girls shuffled into their spanking positions.
“That will do nicely, now bend forward!”
The three naughty red bottoms were now correctly positioned to Mrs.Pollard’s satisfaction, and ready for their final onslaught, which lasted a good fifteen minutes…
Mrs.Pollard sat down, out of breath. The secretary had one last gushing orgasm and moved back to her chair. She listened to the final magnificent reprimand of the sobbing girls, as she finished typing the letters to their parents.
Having been told they were a disgrace, that they had let themselves down, and we’re having all their house points removed. They were told to go and collect the letters to their parents, adding that they were suspended tor a week.
“Now listen! I know all of your parents very well indeed! They are coming to collect you now! They are humiliated, angry, ashamed and disgraced. I suspect that you are all in for another thrashing as soon as you get home! It damn well serves you all right, I hope you will not sit down for the week. IF ANYTHING LIKE THIS HAPPENS AGAIN, YOU WILL BE OVER THE VAULTING HORSE FOR A DOZEN OF THE CANE EACH! ON YOUR BARE BOTTOMS! Now pick up your knickers, put your hands and knickers on the top of your heads, and get out of my study you naughty, NAUGHTY GIRLS!”
Crying the trembling girls listened to their doom.
The girls stood and collected their knickers.
As instructed, they held them on their heads, and left, sobbing and wailing and in disgrace.
Mrs.Pollard left her final shot as they reached the study door…
“I do not mean for you to go to your classrooms! Your parents have already picked up your things and are waiting at the gate! They have slippers in their hands!
To much derision the girls made their way down the corridors, by all the other girls going home, and across the quadrangle.
Down the drive they went, still with hands still on their heads, and red, very sore red bottoms on show to everyone!
Each were dragged by the ear, heads low down, by their Daddies, with their bottoms stuck up high and bare, for a walk to their cars, and Mummies smacking their bottoms at every step, saying…”Just wait until we get you home!”
To be continued…
Asa