Three naughty schoolgirls, Amber, Amy and Charlotte have found out that there is a little room which is nearly always quiet. A couple of months ago, they helped a teacher take some boxes of old records up the old winding stairs and to the room.
Like lots of girls their age, their first foray into shared sexual conversations follow the lines of how do they masturbate, and for many, do you find seeing another girl getting spanked in class sexy.
They have kept an eye on the room ever since, and have never seen anyone there.
So…foolishly…feeling confident and safe, they creep up there after school one day. They know that evening classes will start in two hours, so they are going to sneak upstairs and play…at self spanking, to see who can give themselves the reddest bottom, and agree that watching each other will be a turn on, and then have a group masturbation session.
What they do not know, is that most evenings the room next door to it, is used by cleaners on the evening shift, to get changed. They start after school, and finish just about the time they will vacate the school before the evening classes start.
About fifteen minutes ago the cleaners got changed and picked up their equipment. They are now busy in various rooms getting them ready for tonight’s classes.
Quite confident that this staircase is never used, the girls creep up, and find the door as always, open. They creep in…and keeping as quiet as they can, just in case, they begin to bare their bottoms for self spanking.
They take their places, and the red bottom competition begins!
Soon the room is full of fast smacks, little yelps and squeals! “Mine’s going ever so red look!”….. “God it is so sexy watching your bottoms jiggle about!”
…”I know, it’s making me drip! …”What about the noise, lets do it harder and as fast as we can!”
Look at Charlotte looking at me giggling! I can remember as clear as the day I shot this…her shouting…”Enjoying yourself Mr.Jones?!?”
….I was indeed….and like the story it continued.
They finished with a fast hard flurry of smacks, the room almost shook, and what little bit of common sense they had about keeping quiet had gone!
“Ooooh fuck! I am dying to get my fingers in or rub myself!” Said Amy, voicing all of their feelings!
“Let’s all squeeze on a desk and help each other out! Suggested Amber.
“Good idea!” Charlotte agreed, and soon they were all sat very close, bottoms and thighs pressed against each other, and fingers diddling each others stiff little clits and rubbing engorged lips.
They were pushing tight together and all bobbing up and down on each others fiddling little fingers, bottom cheeks were slapping on the warm oak seat, which was now running in their juices.
They all then swirled their cheeks and ground down into the wooden seat to a combined orgasm….the noises in the room had now changed to sticky wet slurps and slaps, with a delightful mix of cumming grunts and groans.
What a delightful mix!
Charlotte, the bravest of the group, took advantage of their abandonment and suggested they got naked and watched each other fingering.
It was about at this time that the cleaners began to finish and collect their equipment.
As they undressed Amber told Charlotte how red her bum was, and the other two agreed she was the winner!
They stripped almost naked, and all rubbed frantically to orgasm. I soon realised at this point of the shoot that there was no acting going on! They were masturbating hard and fast for real…..the sight and sounds will live with me until my dying day!
The group of cleaners carrying mops and buckets began to climb the stairs, and they heard the obvious noises!
Soon it was post orgasmic gentle massage time, along with sexy talk.
The cleaners had been listening, and between you and me, had joined in, the mop handles were very sticky. Once they had ALL finished and the girl’s talk was calm, they walked in and took their names and class number.
Their begging was ignored, the cleaners loved getting one up on the girls.
The next morning found the three of them in my Study. The cleaners were there to identify them and I invited them to stay and watch if they didn’t mind being witnesses. They all agreed.
Soon the girls were against the wall….bottoms bared again!
“So then young ladies, last night you enjoyed giving each other red bottoms? Well, lets repeat the act with a little more vigour shall we?
The cleaners giggled and moved back to give me room as I picked up the cane.
“I think that what you did, deserves a dozen each!”
“Now touch your toes!”
How the cleaners enjoyed the spectacle of three jumping and hopping, screaming naughty girls!
I put the naughty whimpering girls in corner time then, as the cleaners and I enjoyed a cup of tea and some Victoria Sponge, whilst surveying my handiwork.
Asa
Looks like the girls got took to the cleaners this time and it ended up with the cleaners being took to them!Great photoset.I think the bite of the cane on those soft and tender bottoms will only have given these naughty girls further fuel for their masturbatory fantasies.I mean wasn’t it the self spanking that inspired their consequent naughtiness?Imagine now how in the privacy of their bedrooms between the clean and fresh sheets the lifting of the hems of nightdresses takes place.Imagine how the burning sting from Sirs cane inspires fresh contemplations that make the tentative self spanking experiment pale by comparison.
Having been so thoroughly dealt with by such a strong and stern male authority figure their thoughts turn to his further attentions.They are all aware of the dull burning sensations in their girlish bottoms,a reminder of the day.Their deft little fingers are working their juicy pussies to a climax thinking about Sir…And imagining how it would feel…To have to take his big cock.
Often the prefects would go riding this proved a great test of the males training, firstly of strength the stable grounds were not really suitable for plimsolls often being muddy and covered in horse dun, so the males would have to give the girls a piggy back to the changing rooms, of course this could easily have been avoided had the ladies changed into their riding boots first, but most preferred to stay in their more comfortable plimsolls, a lot of the prefects felt wearing plimsolls gave them more power over the males something about those rubber toe caps highly polished with male juices, often the ladies would take the opportunity to belittle the male when collecting his juices having him kneel on his hands and knee’s legs wide while rubbing him off with the canvas upper of her plimsoled foot another way involved the male having to lay on his back on the floor while he was rubbed off under under the soles of a prefects plimsolls this was all part of training the male to the plimsoll, but in a few cases this had got out of hand, so now the males would have their arms and legs strapped apart for this, the prefects found the male could quickly be brought back to reality with a nice hard gooley kick should it be needed, often a prefects plimsolls would get soiled during this procedure, sometimes a prefect would allow the fluid to stain her plimsolls often pointing out her stained plimsolls to other prefects as a badge of honour, proud that she could force a lad to cum with just a plimsoled foot, in other cases a stained plimsoll would lead to the prefect delivering several hard gooley kicks before her plimsoled toes were forced into his mouth for cleaning then the male would simply be left tied down to be used as a trample mat for other prefects to wipe their feet on, some of the prefects also liked to mark the males and he was in no position to object as a prefect pulled her navy blue knickers aside to pee on him
Some of the males ended up with very wet necks and faces as the ladies insisted on sitting on their shoulders, as they rode them to the stable changing rooms some of the ladies preferred to ride the male in the blind position face to vagina which they said gave them better control as the male would in fact be forced to walk backwards they could be steered in two ways a kick in the left or right side to veer left or right or a sharp tug of the ear any falls were of course rewarded, other prefects were happy to ride on the males shoulders with him facing forward while it was much easier for the male to remain upright some of the prefects chose to ride the male with their hands over his eyes, while others would steer him by putting their fingers in his mouth pulling to the left or right, others insisted the male be on his hands and knees, in this case the male would forced to remove a plimsoll this would be handed to the prefect and used to gee the male on with constant slaps to his bottom, but of course should any male fall it he would hear the words “shorts off boy we don’t want to get them dirty do we boy,? now lift that thing of yours, pull that foreskin back legs nice and wide for some nice hard gooley kicks”, the prefect was thankful that soon she would no longer have to order the males to pull back their foreskins, as it had been agreed by all prefects that all males at the collage would have their foreskins removed, for hygiene reasons at least that was what would be put on their medical forms !
It didn’t seem to matter now that her plimsolls where getting stained with all sorts of unmentionables as she provided him with some nice hard gooley kicks she wouldn’t be cleaning them would she ! It amused the ladies at how these males would almost beg to clean their dirty plimsolls, Plimsoll cleaning being such a privilege she might even allocate a plimsoll each to two males who’d been extra well behaved, making a little competition of who was the gentlest as they tended her plimsoled feet. but that was all for latter now she’d simply wipe the worst of the muck off on the offending lads shorts and vest, now remounted he was guided to the changing rooms, his own plimsolls needed to be cleaned before he could enter, this was taken care of with an old butlers sink half full of freezing water on the floor with the prefect still on his shoulders he was made to march on the spot in the sink to dislodge any dirt from his plimsolls his feet and plimsolls were now soaking wet and freezing cold, but that was of no matter to the prefects, maybe after their riding they’d have them run around the playground to dry off their plimsolls, probably naked apart from plimsolls if they’d dirtied their shorts or vest, but for now the most important thing was changing the prefects from plimsolls into riding boots but Miss Jones had decided that as her plimsolls had already been mudded she’d keep them on, The prefects normally walked from the changing room into the stables in boots, Miss Jones loved the feel of that soft straw under the thin soles of her plimsolls something she’d never experienced with riding boots, but what was this ?Horse dun she loved the feel as she crushed it under her plimsoled feet and the thought of two silly males having to clean that muck off her plimsolls, while the prefects were riding the males were put to work cleaning out the stables and hosing down the yard, they didn’t have the option of boots on some occasions if the yard or stables was exceptionally dirty they’d be made to remove their plimsolls and work in bare feet to save getting their plimsolls too dirty
Thats brilliant old codger, I could see under the bed sheets….glad I had my mental torch with me! As for my manhood its been a good friend to me, it’s never even lost an argument or never asked for help in a battle, it has always had its own mind and stuck up for itself….been on a few adventures, sometimes I feel like I am sat behind it, galloping through life, and occasionally I have let the reins slip…..oooops!
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Wonderful photos, wonderful story! I read it before rushing off to work. It stayed with me all morning, so much so that I had to spend my lunch hour in the bathroom masturbating to my memories. Now I’m back home and jilling-off again, but this time with the words and pictures right in front of me until my eyes cross in ecstasy. I may stay here all evening, dinner doesn’t sound nearly as tasty as this!
Warmly…
Once again my dear jean Marie you hit every right spot with your erotic writing…please e-mail me, let me know how things are going in your life. It’s been a while since you updated me.