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This is one of those posts where I cannot quite decide to make it into a story, or a rather grand and large Photo Set. I decided on a photo set, but it is much more than that.

In my club, each member offers what they can, and we all gratefully receive what they do. One member is Max, a lovely chap with a handshake that can crack wallnuts. Bloody hell, my hand still hurts today, after meeting him for the first time Yesterday!

Up until then he has been quietly posting comments, making suggestions and compiling a members gallery. In our suggestions section, he posted the drawing below the intro photo…

This is the drawing that Max put on the club’s suggestion board. Asking if I could make it become real…

Maybe one day, our resident craftsman will make a desk just like this, or two! But for now, we dreamed this up. There are many more photos than what you will see here, but because my face is on them, they will be for the club only.

So….here we go.

Mr Maxwell was a well liked and respected Headmaster. The girls at Cromlech Girl’s Grammers School knew he was strict, but understood he was consistent in his punishments, and that he was fair. He was a handsome man and he had a fair few girls who had a crush on the ‘older man’. It is quite probable that some girls saw a trip to his office as something quite nice, and sexually exciting.

NOTE….in this event, that I put on for my club, I spanked Charlotte on this set up too. As I was spanking her, her bottom over the edge of the seat wobbled quite magnificently. She leaned to me, obviously excited at having her bare bottom spanked before 8 people, and whispered ‘this is nice!’ I have found out since, that she meant the edge of the stool was pressing on her clit and every smack was sending thrills up her pussy! She was on her way to an orgasm! I did not twig on and stopped before she did….. sigh … good old Asa!!

…oooOOOooo…

Today Kate has been to see him, and has been told to remove her knickers and hang them on peg number one. She does so with fumbling fingers.

With her crisp white school knickers swinging gently too and fro, she walks to the hooks. “Yours is the first pair today, hang them on the left hand hook. You can collect them at home time, as you come for the letter to your parents, which you will bring back tomorrow, signed. I suspect this will earn you another spanking!”

Like walking to some religious shrine she walks toward the left hook, her eyes focussed on it, and her hands trembling.

Where she stretches up and hangs them.

Like the knickers, I am going to leave you hanging….

PART TWO ~ Click here…

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PART THREE ~ Click Here…

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PART FOUR ~ Click here…

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PART FIVE ~ Click here…

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PART SIX ~ Click here…

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=41216

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