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I am waiting for a knock on the door, Kate is coming back, it was only just over a week ago since I spanked her on the seat of her navy blue knickers, with the small plimsol, a dozen whacks in all. Remember?

I sometimes wonder on the intelligence of a girl, I told her quite plainly last time that if she was back any time soon, it would be another dozen, but without her knickers! Yet here she is.

I have a theory, and when I retire from this school I am going to write an anthology of the naughty school girl, after all, I have punished naughty bottoms thousands of times, and always make my own little notes. I have come to the conclusion that those who come back, often fall into two categories, the first in a minx, quite simply a girl who is a bit of a rebel, and just cannot help getting into trouble, and is quite happy to take the risk of being caught and punished. It makes me wonder what they have actually got away with, to make the risk so worthwhile!

The second, and this is what I believe Kate to be. I think she is in the formative years of her psyche, and her psyche is that of a submissive. I believe that she likes it. She probably cannot understand why yet, but I am quite sure of it.

knock knock knock…

“Enter!”

After the customary reprimand and voicing my disappointment, she stands still. She looks anxious, and sorry, but beneath that persona, I believe she is feeling some kind of sexual excitement at being back.

“I told you quite clearly that your next visit will result in a punishment on your bare bottom, I trust that the fact of me seeing such a part of your anatomy naked, and thereafter punishing it with a plimsol, might make you think before you doing something silly like flirting ink sodden pellets at the girl in front of you. It has upset her, and the girl’s Mummy has sent in a bill for cleaning her jacket and blouse. This is the receipt, in an envelope, with a letterready for you to take home to your parents! I put it on the desk. Get to the stool, bare your bottom, and bend over.”

Kate goes to the now familiar spot, and looks around. The smell of Johnson’s Beeswax Polish, and Brasso, fills her nostril, as does the usual ticking of the clock and my patient breathing fill her mind…

Her destiny is before her, and all around her. My apparatus and implements hang and stand around the room, a deterrent for some, yet like this case, a taste of what is to come, and possibly something they are saving for later, like a favourite treat. Such is the complicated mind of a submissive girl.

I see that she glances at the rack before her, and pauses momentarily, then the journey of her navy blue knickers continue. I watch as her bare bottom, (and a fine one it is), comes into view.

She takes a deep breath, which conveys a myriad of emotions and feelings, as she bends over the stool. I can tell, as easily as if she had told me, that this is important, very important to her. I suspect that in the privacy of her bed tonight, she will be masturbating about this. And this moment, this sacred moment for her, will be paramount.

“You have presented your bare bottom to me very well Kate. However I want you slightly differently.” I walked to her side. Her breathing was quite something…it portrayed excitement, need, expectancy, and fulfillment.

Her behaviour in class might disappoint me, but here she had a chance to do exactly as I instruct, and in her mind, she thought it would please me.

She was not wrong, maybe she could see my psyche in return through her eyes. I love what I do, punishing naughty girls is exactly what I want to do, and carry on doing for as long as I can. My mind returns to the professional task at hand, and I continue to tell her how I want her to position her bottom for a spanking.

“Take tiny steps with your feet until I say stop……STOP!”

I knelt beside her, it almost felt like sliding beside a lover in bed…so close, so intimate. I had to show and use great resolve, she must not know how this affects me….none of them must. I slid her navy blue knickers to her ankles and rested my eyes on the glorious heap pf navy blue cotton.

“Grip the bar tightly, the time for your bare bottom spanking with the plimsol is nigh. Bend your knees and tuck them into the space between the flogging stool legs.

She moaned in ecstasy. It could not have been anything else, I had chosen my words carefully, and uttered them slowly. My tongue, through speech, had made a direct hit on her young twitching vagina.

She was fluttering, excitement was running in spirals down her legs and mixing with the butterflies in her tummy. I could smell her, the tasty tang of excited woman, a smell I first encountered after smelling my fingers after fingering my first girlfriend was permeating the room. I was almost giddy with the scent, but kept control.

Before I raise my plimsol to the spanking heavens and bring it down into the sea of the soft girl buttocks, lets spend a moment, relaxing in the grandeur of the presented bottom…

I began….THWACK!

“Owwwwww, oooooooh, one Mr.Jones, thank you Mr.Jones.” She gasped with great release…was it an orgasm? It sounded like it.

I never asked her to count, I never asked her to thank me, but I am so glad she did.

more to come

I think I poured my feelings of spanking my dear Kate onto the paper there, ::smile:: …I hope it did not spoil the esscence of a school girl spanking too much for the purist, but I am going to leave them before you, forever, it is how it is between Kate and I, when we are alone…spanking.

Asa