In this story, the Spanking Dutchman has used some of my old photos of Cherry, (a model who has retired now), Karen, whom I hope to see again, but she has to travel a fair way, and one of Samantha.

Once more his love of navy blue knickers shines through, in his choice of photos.

…oooOOOooo…

STORY 4

Sylvia and Kate, two quiet introverts, had become close friends during their first year at senior school. They weren’t part of the ‘in crowd’, and their friendship meant everything to them. They sat next to each other in class and spent their lunchtime and breaks together.Sylvia, or Syl as Kate called her, wasn’t quite as bright as Kate, who was the nerdy type, good at maths and science. 

One of the subjects they had to take was Classical Studies, in which they were taught about the ancient Greeks and Roman’s. Kate had no interest in it and couldn’t see any use or relevance to it. So she paid ‘lip service’ to the lessons, generally doing the bare minimum to keep out of trouble.

One Tuesday afternoon,  Syl and Kate were idling through the Classical Studies lesson. Kate noticed that Syl spent most of the lesson doodling in the margins of her exercise book. Neither of them were paying much attention at the end of the class when Mr Burton gave them their homework assignment. Kate jotted it down quickly in her note book.

The Classical Studies class was only once a week, and it was the following Monday evening when Kate thought about doing the homework assignment.

She pulled out her notebook and read the note she had taken: “Write 10 lines about Julius Caesar”. “Hmmmm….” she thought, “That’s a rather silly assignment”. She pulled out the text book and looked up Julius Caesar. Then she wrote a quick summary of his life and death. It really didn’t take much to fill 10 lines!

At lunch time the following day, with the next CS lesson to follow, Syl asked Kate if she’d done the homework, and could she look at it. Kate pulled out her exercise book and passed it to Syl, who scurried off to her desk with it. She returned it a few minutes later.

The Classical Studies class followed lunch and at the end of another boring lesson everyone handed in their homework. A week passed before the next Classical Studies class. When everyone had settled down, Mr Burton began handing back the homework to each student in turn. Kate was beginning to feel a little uneasy as she realized that neither she nor Syl had got their’s back. In fact they were the last two to get their exercise books back.”Kate and Sylvia, your assignment was to write 10 lines of poetry about Julius Caesar. Neither of you did that.

One of you has copied the other  and neither of you got it right! Come out here NOW! said Mr Burton.As Kate and Syl stood up and moved between the desks to the front of the class, Kate’s heart beat faster as she saw Mr Burton open his desk drawer and take out a large plimsol.”Right. Bend over that stool Sylvia, lift your skirt and take your knickers down. Sylvia, bending over the stool as directed, lifted the skirt of her short gymslip, and pulled down her regulation navy-blue school knickers. 

Mr Burton wasted no time delivering six hard whacks of the slipper to Sylvia’s bare bottom. WHAP, THWAK, WHACK, THWOP, WHACK, WHACK.

 Sylvia shifted her weight from leg to leg, as she wriggled her bum, gasped and yelled: OW, OWW, OWWW, OUCH,  AHHHH, YEOWWShe was conscious of the stares and gazes she was getting from the class.

Her bottom was a bright crimson and felt like it was on fire by the time Mr Burton had finished.”Stand up and pull your knickers up Sylvia.

Now you Kate, over the stool, skirt up, knickers down.” Said Mr Burton.

Kate got the same six stinging whacks of the slipper as Sylvia.

Pulling her knickers up, Kate gave her sore, and very red bottom a rub.

“Now go and sit down. And let that be a lesson to you not to share homework and to do it properly”, said Mr Burton.Kate and Sylvia returned to their desks and gingerly sat down. 

As the class continued, the stinging in their bottoms turned to a sense of spreading warmth, and both girls realized that it wasn’t,  in fact, unpleasant. However, neither girl shared this thought with the other.

More to come…

Asa’s Note :-

It was nice to see some of my old photos come out with a different interpretation. A nice little classroom scene, and one that I would have love to be sat in, oh….just a minute….I was!!

Asa