PART TWO

I am guessing that your mind has wandered around somewhat after reading the first part of this story, you must have been curious as to what exactly happened to Charlotte, wondering what it was, to make Laura daydream herself into so much trouble.

::big breath::……well…

It all happened like this…

…two days after Laura’s punishment for slapping Charlotte during a hockey match.

You see she had received six hard whacks with the slipper, in reality a hard, rubber soled, plimsol, three on her navy-blue gym knickers…

and a further three on her bare bottom…

She had also been made to bend over the vaulting horse for six strokes of the heavy tawse, also on her bare bottom.

All things considered, it was not surprising that her bottom was still quite sore! In fact, she had decided to wear her gym knickers to class, thinking that the double back panel would be softer to sit on than her “normal” navy-blue cotton school knickers. However, that had proven to be a bad idea as she was finding that the seams either side of the back panel were digging into her bottom rather uncomfortably. Now she couldn’t change them as she hadn’t brought a pair of her regular navy knickers to class.
She was still feeling resentful about being punished by Mr Burton, and contemplating whether she still found him attractive? On the one hand, the punishment had hurt like hell. On the other, she had been curiously excited by it. The afterglow had made her wet in the private place between her legs. Should she be thankful to Mr Burton for giving her that experience?
It was last period, and on Friday that meant Biology. All the girls at her private finishing school were required to take science and math classes to improve their chances of getting a good job.

Mr Jones, the biology teacher, was entering the classroom. All the girls sat up straight, eyes front. Mr Jones did not tolerate inatentiveness, and had already slippered a number of girls, this term, for not paying attention. Laura had been one of them, and a failure to comply with this rule again would mean a trip to his study and, likely, a caning.

Mr Jones told the class that the subject for today’s lesson was testing foods for starch content.  This involved boiling a food sample in water, then adding a drop of iodine.  If it turned dark blue, starch was present.
Working in pairs, the girls were given six food samples. They put six test tubes in a test tube rack and then needed water to add to each tube. Each group took a glass beaker to get water from the nearest laboratory sink. Laura knew you had to be careful to turn the tap on first, and then put the beaker under it. Doing it the other way round would inevitably mean the sudden flow of water would cause the beaker to be dropped and smashed in the sink. As she was carefully filling her beaker, she heard a crash. Someone had forgotten this bit of lab-craft that Mr Jones had taught them in their first lesson, and he had warned them that anyone breaking a beaker in this way would be feeling his size 10 plimsol.

Laura looked round to see the guilty girl and was overjoyed to see it was ‘gym-teachers-pet’, Charlotte, the cause of her sore bottom 😃.

Mr Jones was looking very angry. “Come out here at once Charlotte. What did I say would happen to any girl smashing glassware in the sink?”
Charlotte was bright red with embarrassment as she slowly walked to the front of the class. “You’d get your size 10 slipper out, Sir” she replied, gazing at the floor.

Laura could hardly believe her luck! Now she would see Charlotte get the slipper!! Served her right for being stupid!!!

Mr Jones took his size 10 plimsol out of a drawer in the teachers laboratory bench at the front of the class. “Bend over and touch your toes Charlotte. And I want your bottom facing the class!” Charlotte did as she was told, knowing that her short grey pleated skirt would ride up, revealing the crotch of her regulation navy-blue knickers. Not that it mattered, Mr Jones flipped her skirt up over her back. He didn’t want it getting in the way!

“Now Charlotte, you know the drill. I expect you to count the strokes and thank me for each one. If you move out of position or rub your bottom you’ll get an extra two strokes. Is that clear?”. “Yes Sir” replied a very contrite Charlotte.

Mr Jones raised the slipper right back, and without further ado, brought it down hard on Charlotte’s navy knicker clad bottom.

CRAAAACK..

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Charlotte let out a little squeal, struggling to maintain her balance. “One Sir, thank you Sir”.

All the girls were watching, riveted. Laura was smiling 🙂.

Mr Jones raised the slipper right back again and whipped it down onto Charlotte’s probably reddening bottom (she had her knickers up, so he couldn’t see it)

WHAAAACK….

Charlotte gasped audibly, her eyes watering, “Ow, Oww… Two Sir, thank you Sir”. She just managed to hold her position. Mr Jones noted that her fists were clenched tightly as she fought against the urge to try and rub the sting away!

Stroke three followed, similarly

CRAAACK…

But after stroke four, Charlotte let out a loud gasp and jumped up, rubbing her bottom and hopping from foot to foot.

“What did I say would happen if you jumped up or rubbed your bottom Charlotte?”

Charlotte groaned despairing, “I’d get two extra strokes sir”

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The other girls watched in rapt attention and Laura’s smile broadened to a wide grin. “That’ll teach the bitch” she thought.

“Well, as you seem to be having trouble staying in position, you can get up and bend across my lab bench. I suggest you hold on tight to the far edge”.
The other girls were enjoying this immensely, and now had an even better view of Charlotte’s navy knicker covered bottom, as the teachers bench was raised on a plinth.

Mr Jones now raised the plimsol again, and whipped it down twice in quick succession, on the back of Charlotte’s thighs. She responded with two loud squeals and started sobbing uncontrolably.

“Now where were we? Oh yes,two more to go Charlotte” said Mr Jones.
The slipper swept down again on Charlotte’s now, probably, bright red bottom, but instead of responding “Five Sir, thank you Sir”, Charlotte jumped up again  clasping her bottom cheeks, and pleading with Mr Jones to stop. But to no avail….

“That’ll be another two extra Charlotte, plus stroke number six. So that’s another three Charlotte. You really are making a meal of this!”.

“No Sir, please Sir, please. Just make it one Sir” sobbed Charlotte.
But Mr Jones wasn’t having any of it.

“Laura and Suzette, come out here and hold Charlotte’s arms. I don’t want her moving again” instructed Mr Jones.

Charlotte and Suzette could hardly disguise their glee, “Of course Sir, at once Sir” they chimed in unison as they proceeded to the front of the class!
With Charlotte now pinned down, Mr Jones decided to get the punishment over with, quickly.

“You’ve been very badly behaved and unable to keep position twice. Now I’m going to take your knickers down for these last three Charlotte”. “Let that be a lesson for you to do as instructed next time”.

“Laura, please pull the waistband of Charlotte’s navy knickers down, so that they are bunched around the tops of her thighs”. Laura, grinning like a cat who’d got the cream and did as instructed, noticing the heat radiating from Charlotte’s bright red bottom, as she pulled her knickers down.
With that, Mr Jones whipped the plimsol down on Charlotte’s bottom, three times in quick succession, not waiting for Charlotte to count and thank.

“Get up and pull your knickers up Charlotte, and go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head”, instructed Mr Jones.

Charlotte did as instructed, walking stiffly to the corner of the laboratory.
“Right, where were we” said Mr Jones. And with that, the testing for starch in bits of potato, carrot, parsnip, banana, apple, and pear re-commenced.

Click here for part one…

…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=41908

These will all be on his own page, he is writing number three now.

Asa