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Frau Baeur soon found out what precisely had been planned by the two girls when she walked into the changing room toilets at the end of the day.

The two bullies had put an out of order sign on a toilet cubicle door and hid inside. They were listening, stifling giggles,  as Charlene got into a position to spank her own bottom, thinking she was alone.

They could hardly believe their plan was working so well. How silly they would make her feel when they told the whole class!

They heard Charlene run back to the door and excitedly say to herself, quite loudly, 

“‘Oh she’s coming!’’ 

She unzipped her shorts and pulled them down with her knickers, ready to start spanking her bottom!

The girls really struggled to keep themselves from laughing.

Charlene began spanking furiously as she looked in the mirror towards the door…

Thrasher Gretchen did enter, and was greeted by a furiously self spanking Charlene!

“Thank you for picking me Miss, please spank my bottom! I know all about the initiation ceremony…

…smack…smack…smack!

Underneath the door of the cubicle Frau Baeur saw two pairs of feet and guessed what was happening. She had a very good idea to whom the feet belonged.

She played along and did indeed give Charlene a spanking, but only a light one, but nonetheless a spanking, after all, she had been self spanking in the public toilets!

Once the spanking was over Frau Bauer told her to go, the ‘initiation’ was over! Charlene thanked her and left happily, rubbing her bottom.

Frau Beauer had another look under the door and was certain who it was. However, she left them for the moment to revel in their glory. She was hatching a plan to ‘nail them’!

She left the toilets, but was determined to get the two bullies, and teach them a harsh painful lesson. In her own country when she was a young girl, she heard a story,  a sort of ‘hockey team urban legend’,  about a team near Frankfurt that also played in bright red.

It transpired that whenever a girl scored their first goal, they dyed their pubic hair red  and showed it off to the team.

She had an article on it somewhere and photocopied it. She went back to her classroom.

more to come

Asa