Hello, let me introduce you to my new contributor…The Spanking Dutchman

We have been e-mailing each other, and he has been commenting on my posts. That is how people make their way into my spanking club, especially when they have something to contribute. And he offers rather nice spanking stories, with a leaning to navy blue knickers.

He will hopefully graduate up to being on my ‘Contributors’ page, with his own page there; to see other contributors…click on the menu bar above, then click on ‘Links and Contributors’ and then on ‘Contributors’. Once there, just scroll through those wonderful people.

Here is his first contribution…

SPORTS DAY

Laura woke up and luxuriated in her dorm bed as she thought about the day ahead at her high priced finishing school. She hated the place. 20 years old and still in uniform, and worse yet, subject to CP if she misbehaved!
It was Wednesday, so it was sports day. As it was the autumn, that meant field hockey in the afternoon. She would have to remember to take her kit bag, even though hockey was another thing she hated – all those super sporty “young ladies” hacking at her legs with those horrible hockey sticks. Ugggghhh. Well it couldn’t be avoided she thought, but at least the new gym teacher, Mr Burton, was dishy!! 😍. 

Laura rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, then returned to her dorm room to dress. As usual, she had left her uniform neatly on her chair. The dressing ritual was always the same. First she pulled on her snug navy knicks, (she hated the way the elasticated cuffed legs gripped the tops of her thighs), then she put on her bra, twisting it so that the clasps were at the front while she did them up. Then twisting it back so that the bra cups were over her small breasts. Next she pulled her white blouse over her head – she always left the buttons done up – and put on her striped tie. White knee socks were next. She sat down on the chair and rolled them up her slim, shapely legs, thinking “next year I’ll be able to wear some sexy stockings and suspenders!” Finally she put on her grey pleated skirt, wrapping it round her waist and fiddling with the button. She looked at herself in the mirror, the very picture of the smart finishing schoolgirl? She was sure the Headmistress would think so! Grabbing her blazer, she went down to breakfast – cornflakes again! “Good morning miss” she said to the Dorm Mistress. 

Having gulped down the cornflakes and a cup of tea, she grabbed her kit bag. Then she rushed out the door heading over to the school.
Her morning excitement involved sitting at her desk with her legs apart, and hoping Mr Jones, who she fancied, would look up her skirt. Naughty Laura couldn’t help watching to see if he would try to get a furtive look at her navy knickers. She had a suspicion he liked to see her silky white thighs contrasting with the navy-blue cotton!

The morning passed slowly – double maths, then deportment. And then it was lunch time. She regularly had fish paste sandwiches which the other girls mocked her about. They sometimes used them as an excuse to taunt her, “Fishy Laura”. Grrrrr… 

Then it was time for hockey. God she hated hockey and the humiliation of regularly being picked last by the team captains aka gym teachers pets. There was also the embarrassment of the communal change room with girls checking out whose boobs were the most developed. Was there any part of the sports ritual that Laura liked? 

She stripped out of her uniform, grabbed her kit bag and began to put on her hockey kit. First were the different gym knickers they had to wear. These were really thick full brief knickers with a double back panel and gusset, and wide cuffed legs. And the gusset was extra wide too, making her feel like she was wearing a period pad 🙄. They were, however, really figure-hugging knickers, exaggerating her feminine figure. She pulled on her white aertex blouse, put on her short, pleated, wrap-around navy-blue gym skirt, and sat down to put on her thick navy-blue hockey socks. Then it was out to the hockey field with the other girls and dishy gym teacher Mr Burton. 

The team selection passed as embarrassingly as usual. Mr Burton selected two team captains, then the captains selected girls alternately for each team. Laura was, humiliatingly, selected last as usual! 

Laura trudged out onto the pitch, the whistle went, and the game started. The sporty girls were running around, skirts flying and flashing their navy knickers, when suddenly the hockey ball landed at Laura’s feet. This was a first! Laura could hardly believe it!! She immediately ran as fast as she could, dribbling the ball in front of her towards goal. Then, just as she thought she might score, she was ankle tapped from behind by a hockey stick and went down like a sack of potatoes into the mud 😢. Getting up in a rage, she saw the other team’s captain, Charlotte, behind her, grinning triumphantly. Laura was so mad, she gave Charlotte a stinging slap on the face 🤨. That’ll teach HER she thought. 

But then…. 

“Laura come over here now!!” It was Mr Burton…. He had seen everything… 

She trudged over to the side of the pitch where, she noted, he was removing a large plimsol from the kit bag he always brought out with him. He wasn’t looking so dishy now 🤨. 

“Laura, what do you mean by slapping Charlotte like that”. “Sorry sir” said Laura. “It’s not acceptable Laura and I’m going to have to punish you”. Laura gulped 🥴. “What, out here sir? In front of the other girls?” “Yes Laura. Now bend over and touch your toes.” What could she do? She had no choice, she had to obey. So she bent forward, keeping her legs straight, and touched the tips of her toes. As she did so, she was conscious of the short gym skirt riding up to reveal those big gym knickers. How much protection would the double back panel of the knickers give? Now the other girls were gathered round, grinning 😁. So was Mr Burton. She could see him from between her legs, but he wasn’t ready yet. He reached out to that short gym skirt and flipped it up over her back. Now she was mortified and her whole body was trembling. She had not received corporal punishment before. She was a good girl! 

Would it hurt? How many would she get? 

Aiming carefully, Mr Burton brought the plimsol down with an almighty CRAAACK. Poor Laura was nearly knocked over but managed to keep her position, despite the intense stinging in her poor bottom. She was about to get up when Mr Burton said “stay in position girl. I haven’t finished yet!” 

Again the plimsol swept down, landing with another mighty whack. Laura’s eyes were watering and her bottom felt like it was on fire. But he wasn’t finished even yet, and delivered a third resounding CRAAACK to Laura’s bottom. Now she was fighting back the tears, trying not to let the other girls see her cry 😪. 

“Stand up Laura” said Mr Burton. Then he leaned forward and whispered “Report to me in the gym at 4 o’clock and don’t bother taking off your gym kit”. Oh no! What next? She had heard that he kept a Lochgelly tawse to discipline naughty girls, as was customary in this finishing school! Would she now get that? 

Charlotte was grinning broadly as they all walked off the pitch. 

Laura, her bottom throbbing like crazy, trudged off the hockey pitch toward the change rooms. She had hung back to let the other “young ladies” go ahead. She’d had enough of their stares and giggles! Then, by the time she’d reached the change room, she realized that the intense throbbing had subsided a bit and been replaced by a warm glow that was now spreading through her loins and into that most intimate region between her legs. She noticed, with some shock that, in fact, it wasn’t unpleasant 😲! Even more of a surprise, her perky nipples were hardening. Good grief!
By now she was entering the change rooms where the other girls had stripped off their hockey kit and were heading to the showers. There were games skirts, aertex tops and navy-blue gym knicks scattered all over the place! 😉
She glanced at the clock. Only 3:30, she had 1/2 an hour before her next “appointment” with Mr Burton. She looked at herself. There was mud on her hockey socks, grass stains and mud on her knees, and her white aertex sports top was dirty too. She couldn’t report to the gym like this, she would have to shower. So she too stripped off her sports kit, easing those big gym knickers carefully over her bottom and at the same time revealing the light blonde curls of her pubic hair. As she entered the showers, the other girls all turned to look at her, well her bottom anyway, which she realized was bright pink pretty much all over. A few of them were chanting “Laura got the slipper… Laura got the slipper”.  Her friends though were mouthing “Did it hurt” and “Poor you”. At least that was sympathetic!

Laura got under one of the shower heads and began to soap off the dirt. She did NOT wash her bottom though, it was too tender!
After she had toweled herself dry, she proceeded back to the change room. The other girls were already dressed and leaving. Laura was left alone to get back into her gym kit. Well she couldn’t put on the hockey socks, they were too muddy, and her aertex top was dirty too. She pulled on the big gym knickers – they provided good coverage, but didn’t seem to have provided any worthwhile protection! Then she pulled on her white school uniform knee socks, put on her white school blouse (without the striped tie), and finally she put on the short navy games skirt. She could do without her bra. That would have to do!

Laura got up and walked to the gym. It wasn’t quite 4:00, so she stopped outside, glancing through the little window in the door. Mr Burton was in the gym adjusting the height of a vaulting horse that he’d placed in the middle of the floor. Laura gasped. Now she was really nervous 😬. How could the school get away with this! Surely she was too old to be slippered or tawsed?!

Glancing at the wall clock she noted that the appointed hour had come, pushed open the swing door, and marched into the gym. She wanted to appear confident at least.

Seeing Laura, Mr Burton barked “Come over here Laura, and stand next to the vaulting horse!”. Once there, he instructed her to “Stand up straight with your hands hehind your back”. “Yes Sir” she said, and then pleadingly “I’m really sorry sir. Please don’t punish me further, I’ve never had the slipper before today. Don’t you think three’s enough”.
Mr Burton looked her sternly in the face “No Laura, it’s not. What you did was inexcusable and I’m going to give you a lesson you’ll never forget!! I only gave you three outside with the other girls watching. But I intended to give you six, with the last three on your bare bottom. I decided to leave the extra three until you were in the gym. Furthermore, I’m going to give you six with the Lochgelly Tawse to drive the lesson home. I can assure you that you’ll think twice before you slap another young lady across the face 🤨. Now, during punishment I expect you to stay in position. No jumping up, and no rubbing your bottom or you’ll get extra. Is that clear?”. “Yes Sir” answered Laura obediently.
Laura’s heart sank. She had been able to get through the first three swats with the plimsol but how was she going to get through this?
“Right, we’ll get the slippering over with first Laura. Bend over and touch your toes”. Laura did as she was told, and again Mr Burton flipped the little gym skirt up over her back. Then, grasping the waist band of her gym knickers, he pulled them down, leaving them bunched at the top of her thighs…..

…… Mr Burton (Mark) had been thinking about Laura’s punishment. He had seen what happened on the hockey field. Indeed, he had been about to blow his whistle and award a penalty against Charlotte’s team. Ankle tapping was both unsportsmanlike and against the rules. However, once Laura had slapped Charlotte, the situation changed and punishment was called for. The school simply couldn’t have it’s young ladies going around and slapping or hitting each other! However, he had already given Laura 3 stinging swats with the slipper. Was further punishment really called for? He had decided that it was. However, he was mindful that Laura had never been punished at this school before, and had concluded than only moderate force would necessary with the tawse.

Laura was unaware of any of this, of course, and more than a little bit fearful of the tawse.

There was no need to hold back with “The Slipper” however, and he delivered Laura’s forth swat, now on her bare bottom, with stinging force. Laura yelped loudly, hopping from foot to foot and wriggling wildly. “Keep still Laura, I’ve told you what will happen if you move out of position!”.
The fifth swat was given with equally stinging force, and by now Laura was breathing heavily and gasping “Ow, Ow, Ow….”. Her bottom was now an even brighter red. To Laura it felt like it was on fire!
Now for the sixth and final swat. Mr Burton brought his arm back all the way and whipped  the plimsol down really hard. Laura gave a little yelp, and jumped up, clasping her hands to her outraged bottom and hopping about.
“I’m going to ignore that behaviour Laura! I won’t give you extra this time, but be warned, I won’t be as lenient if you do that again 🤨. Now, put your hands on your head and calm down. You’ve still got a strapping to come!”
It was all that Laura could do to resist the urge to rub her bottom and try to ease the throbbing, firey, pain!
Mr Burton went back to his office to fetch the tawse. He had decided to use the” H” or heavy tawse because it was stiff and wouldn’t flop around during a lighter application. When he returned to the gym, he noted that Laura still had her hands on her head, but was squirming a bit and clearly still in some discomfort.
“OK Laura, let’s get this strapping over with. The rules are the same. No jumping up or rubbing your bottom or you’ll get extra, and remain in position until I tell you to get up.”
Laura nodded obediently.
“Now, bend right over the horse and hold onto the legs at the other side”. Laura did as she was told and Mr Burton noted with satisfaction that he had adjusted the height just right. Laura was slightly on tiptoe with her slender body at full stretch to reach the legs at the far side. Once again Mr Burton flipped her skirt up, and noticing her school blouse, lifted that clear of her bottom too. Her gym knickers were still around her thighs and didn’t need further adjustment. What a site she was! Magnificent and beautifully proportioned! Ready for punishment. He could not stop a certain “stiffening” 🤔😲.
“Are you ready Laura?”. “Y… Yes… Sir” Laura tremblingly replied.
Mr Burton raised the tawse, holding its two tails together with his left hand, and swished it down with medium force into the fleshiest part of Laura’s trembling bottom. Laura’s reaction was immediate. She let out a squeal, jumped up, and danced around clasping both hands to her bottom cheeks! “Ow… Ow… Ow!” she gasped. Mark looked on impassively. “What did I say would happen if you moved out of position Laura?”. “I’d get extra sir” Laura moaned. “Well get back in position and I suggest you hold on tight and don’t forget to count the strokes and thank me”. With that he let the strap fly twice in quick succesion. Laura let out a muffled “Mmmff” from between clenched teeth just as the tawse struck for the second time, this time across the backs of her thighs. “Ahhh… Ow… Ow”.
“How many is that Laura?”. “Three… er… Two? Sir”. “That’s right Laura. Four to go”.
Mr Burton delivered the next two strokes in quick succession again, eliciting a long sob from Laura. She responded “Three, four sir, thank you sir!” Mark noted that Laura now had a mass of swelling pink weals criss-crossing her lovely little bottom and delivered the next stroke. “Five sir” moaned Laura, squirming wildly, but remaining draped over the horse.
Finally he delivered the sixth hissing stroke, a little harder than the previous ones. “S… Six, sir” Laura yelled between deep gasps for breath, as she slumped over the horse. She wouldn’t have imagined that her bottom could throb and burn so much!
“Now, get up Laura and pull your knickers up”, said Mr Burton. When she had done so, Mark cupped her chin in his hand, and looking into her eyes said: “It’s over now Laura. You took your punishment well considering it was your first time for both the slipper and the tawse, at least at this school. I don’t think you’ll slap another girl like that in a hurry. Now, go and get changed, and go back to dorm”. He gave her a little pat on the bum as she scampered off to the change rooms.

Once back in the change rooms, Laura quickly took off her little gym skirt, eased her gym knickers carefully over her bottom and gently ran her fingers over the stripes left by the tawse. She could feel the swelling ridges of weals forming and gently traced them with her finger tips, craning her neck to take a look. Goodness, her bottom was a mess. She wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably for a while, she thought. She eased her knickers back up, stretching the elastic waist band so it wouldn’t drag across her well redened orbs.
She’d already put her white school blouse and knee socks on before her punishment. Now she put on her grey pleated skirt, fastened her tie, and quickly donned her blazer. Then, stuffing her gym kit and bra into her kit bag, she headed back to the dormitory.
When she arrived, the dorm mistress gave her a long look. “You look like you’ve been crying?” Laura mumbled that she was fine, wishing she’d splashed some water on her face before leaving the change rooms.
Laura glanced around the common room, as she entered. Several of the “young ladies” seemed to be giving her knowing looks of the “I wonder why you were kept behind and now aren’t sitting down” kind. Laura blushed furiously. Would word have got round that she’d been punished? She wondered if perhaps the tawse marks where Mr Burton had strapped the back of her thighs were visible. Surely not?

Laura rushed to her dorm. Once inside, she locked the door, quickly took off her skirt and gym knickers, and stood in front of the mirror to get a good look at the combined effects of being plimsoled and tawsed!

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To add to our enjoyment the Spanking Dutchman has picked this photo of mine, of Charlotte.

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Story Number Two…

The Biology Lesson…

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