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1. …https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?page_id=18
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3. …https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=32421

However, this is PART FOUR

You see, I put my first post on X (Twitter) on Nov 22nd, last year, and now, almost four months later, I have 700 followers. A long way from the 7000 I used to have on there, but non the less, I am enjoying it. Suzette has gone on too, and she is flying. So, if you want to be in contact with her, go to my web site home page, and click on the X button. You’ll find her.

But what it has done other than showing me just how popular X is, (I regularly get over 1000 views on a single photo post) it has shown me the power of a single photo, with a good scenario or situation, attached..

I intend to go through X at the end of each month, and look for the one or two with the highest views, and put them on here, but expanding the writing, so this is the start of that…

Scenario 1

…I have actually posted this today, so you can track it if you go.

The class had been restless, something outside of school, before the days lessons had begun, had made the school full of girls, restless. Lots of gossip, lots on innuendos. It had increased by morning break, it was commented on in the staff room at lunch. Similarly at afternoon break, everyone had said how it had increased over lunch.

It is now the last lesson and the chatter was almost at hysterical level when they came in. “Quiet! All of you, I do not know what has happened…..”

This was greeted with all heads turning to naughty Kate, I am not at all surprised to know that she is at the centre of it. She guffawed, and the rest of the class did the same.

“.…QUIET!!!! This is your last warning.”

Peace and quiet descended, I gave them work to do, and the scratch of pen on paper ruled once again.

Kate was stifling a giggle, I could see it building, she was going red, her hand was over her mouth, and when it burst out, snot flew through her fingers and she lost control….laughing loudly and snorting rudely.

I got hold of her ear with one hand and picked the tawse up with the other.

Half sniggering still, and half squealing at the discomfort in her left twisted ear, she was dragged to the rear of the classroom. I kept my arm holding her ear straight, so you can imagine the spectacle of a squawking girl, wriggling at my arms length.

…. “I warned you young lady!!!” I boomed, “I warned the whole damn class, but no, you, Kate, the bane of my school life, has to be the stupid little girl who goes hysterical before everyone”.

I make her stand facing the wall, and get the rest of the class to write out fifty times….”I must not encourage idiots to make spectacles of themselves in class” A huge groan goes up. “QUIET! You are now all going to stay behind for twenty minutes, with hands on heads, in total silence.”

The girls all write their lines. I collect them and tear the pages into four, one at a time, without even looking. Kate is stood looking at the wall still. I drop the pieces of paper ceremoniously in the bin. To prove what a fruitless waste of time this all is.

“Stand up! Turn around to face the punishment desk at the back of the room.”

Feet and chairs shuffle, as all the girls turn around.

I bend Kate over, bare her bottom and wallop her backside with great force! She squeals the room down. I tell her to stay in place, freshly thrashed bottom on view.

“Class dismissed. Stand by your cleared desks, with chairs neatly in place.”

They all have to file out, slowly, in single file, through the door by her side. She is now in disgrace and shame. The girls have stood up, cleared their desks and placed the chairs neatly. All but one untidy desk of course remains. The chair on its side on the floor adds to the silent drama.

As they begin to make their way, I announce…

“Class 5b you are deducted 500 class points, this will mean you lose the lead and go to fourth position in the Reward Table. Now off you go, quietly and orderly.”

I allow a lot of leeway in these situations, slaps, threats, and the odd pinch are all ignored by me as twenty eight girls walk by the naughty girl to go home.

The last girls go out, the door closes. I carry a stool to the naughty desk and ask her to give me her knickers. She sits on the cold hard stool with a wince.

I give her a sheet of paper, and a pencil. “In Upper Case, in your best hand writing, write out ‘I am a silly naughty girl who has acted foolishly and got the whole class into trouble. I have been punished and made to walk to the school gate with my knickers off and skirt tucked in at the back, with my red sore bottom on show……keep writing that until you fill the paper.”

She looks forlorn, and takes the pencil

“Leave the last line on the other side empty, for your parents to sign. I want you to bring it back tomorrow. At the end of assembly, with your knickers removed and skirt tucked in, you will walk onto the stage and hand it to me”

She begins to write…

I sit at my desk and smile as I hear the pencil lead break. The pencil sharpener is screwed to the bench at the front of the class, her bottom is towards me as she wriggles and cranks the handle. The pencil sharpener is so good, that the point it leaves is needle like, this will probably happen ten to twenty times, before she is done.

I know her parent well, the approve of my discipline, she really needs it regularly. They will almost certainly spank her tonight, and in the morning. When she comes up she will be wiggling her red bruised bottom before the whole school.

If, it is not signed. She will be bent over and get ‘six of the best’, touching her toes, before the whole school, to start her day.

Asa

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