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Tales From the Detention Room ~ Part 3

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Tales from the Detention Room – 1 – Part 1

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This is one of those parts you like the best probably….lol …not much writing but photos of a spanking!!!

Charlotte received her bare bottom spanking over the desk, the door on to the corridor was opened, to add to her humiliation as the echoes of smacks and her squeals would drift out.

i am sure you will all agree that sometimes pictures really do speak more than words, imagine you are on the corridor and you pause to look through the open door.

Think of the wriggling, the sound of smacks, cross words, and Charlotte’s squeals.

mote to come…

Asa

Part 3 of 1965, another wonderful spanking story from ‘B’

1965 – part 3

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We cheered Freddy and Eddy, and they won. Maggie got a sweaty and for sure smelly peck on each cheeks. I only got a sweaty handshake from Eddy, but he added his winning smile. A few minutes later the boys looked much better with their team’s blazers. They invited us for tall glasses of Coca Cola at their Football Club’s coffee shop. I was told that their college shares the same cafeteria with our school, and tomorrow I had a date for lunch. They had Vespas and they towed us back home. I got a peck on each cheeks, and was on a little cloud. He was a real gentleman, and hadn’t said a thing for my still reddened thighs.

That night in bed as I drifted off to sleep my thoughts went back on that long day with many highs and a big low. I had enjoyed my new bike and met Eddy.

Although I got my first spanking I also understood that Aunt Dotty and Uncle Ed do care for me with having bought me that superb bike.

I mused, “You have to admit that you did deserve that fessée for having lied as a silly little girl …. but I am eighteen and girls my age don’t get spanked …. but they do and you know it …. and in France as well …. its only your parents who don’t…”

Next morning was back to school day. We had donned our uniforms with blue kilts. Maggie had tied her hair as Mary Ann in Gilligan’s Islands. Last night, we of course hadn’t missed the latest episode on the telly. They had these fun American shows that we didn’t have in France.

Our long legs with knee high socks …

…pedaled towards Saint Mary of Colchester with girls dressed with green, blue and red kilts. Maggie explained that green kilts are O-levels, and red ones are 6th formers. “With our blue kilts we are the A-levels, la creme de la creme !” She had said that in French, and her accent was fair.

Two girls with blue kilts were after each other.

“You’re a bitch! Ricky is mine! Bitch! Bitch!”

“You’re a daddy’s girl! You didn’t deserve him! Daddy’s girl! Daddy’s girl!”

I was told that the one called a bitch is Bella, and daddy’s girl is Daniella.

As A-levels we were welcomed by Miss Principal, and the two feuding girls were suddenly quiet. I guessed that one doesn’t mess with the principal who was actually a Sister dressed in semi-civies. We were only a dozen girls preparing the A-levels, and were told that we would have our own classroom.

A severe looking teacher replaced Miss Principal, “I am Miss Jones, your professor of English literature. You are going to take a quiz for me to evaluate your level.” It wasn’t an easy quiz for me, and I was nervous.

While she corrected our quiz the two feuding girls were back at their feud. Daniella had dipped a small plastic ruler into her inkwell and splashed the face of Bella with blue ink.

Bella shrieked, “Bitch!” They were about to pull each others hairs when Miss Jones grabbed the ear of Daniella, the ink splashier, easily identified with ink on her fingers.

She had no choice, she had to follow her ear and was pulled in front of the classroom. Miss Jones still holding Daniella’s ear dragged her chair in front of her desk, and sat before bending the girl over her knees. There was a few ohs and ahs as it was now obvious that she was going to be spanked. The question was how, skirt down or up. More ohs and ahs followed as her skirt was raised to reveal a pair of white schoolgirl knickers which didn’t match her spunky eighteen year old character.

When her knickers where pulled down to her knees to expose her bare bottom Daniella blushed crimson. The louder ohs and ahs were mixed with shuffling from the girls who wanted a better vantage point. Miss Jones gave her quite a spanking.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Argh! Ouch!”

She pedaled her legs, and the tap tap from her shoes echoed more smacks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You probably have ruined her blouse!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ouch! Ouch! She’s a bitch, she pinched my boyfriend!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Watch your language!”

She spanked her thighs for that outburst.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I am sorry Miss ! Oh! Ouch! Ouch!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She pedaled the more.

I remembered uncle Ed having smacked my thighs, and knew how stingy it was.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Please Miss! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ouch! Sniff… Sniff… Ouch! Ouch! Sniff… Sniff…”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She was helped up, “Don’t rub or I’ll start again! Stand next to the black board exposing your red bottom to the class!”

“Bella! Come here!”

“Huh? Miss…”

“If I have to get you, I’ll use my paddle!”

She was soon over the knees of Miss Jones with her skirt up and knickers down. She got a very severe spanking. Then she joined Daniella who’s knickers had fallen onto her ankles. I felt sorry for both of them, and prayed to never be spanked in front of my classmates!

She finished correcting our quiz. “Béatrice, only a C, but still a fair knowledge of our major authors considering that you are French.”

Béatrice and Maggie

To be continued…

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Photo Set – 551 ~ The Punishment Seat and Grey School Knickers

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Photo Set 543 ~ The Punishment Seat and Grey School Knickers – Part 1

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We left naughty Kate sat on the punishment seat with her bottom on show. The School Photographer was with her, she was staring at the blank wall, and not allowed to turn. In between the other girls coming in and out, he had time to look, as he bent down for equipment etc

Let’s see what he saw…

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Samantha tries the Other Side ~ Part 22

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In Three’s ~ Number 14 – Samantha Tries the Other Side ~ Part Six

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After her punishments upstairs, Charlotte announced that she was taking her on a little walk.

“Where to?”

Charlotte smiled….”You will see.”

She secured the collar and lead and tugged. “Follow me”

Down they went, flight by flight, to the ground floor.

Men were loading vans outside, but it made no difference, Charlotte strode confidently, tugging her pet along.

They arrived at the Reception Desk.

Charlotte made her pet stand before it.

“Turn around, I am going to cane you one more time, for all to see.”

Samantha gasped.

more to come…

Asa

The Incident Log of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls ~ Incident 4 ~ The Intruder in the Study! ~ Part 7

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The Incident Log of Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls ~ Incident 4 ~ The Intruder in the Study!

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We have just seen Kate spanked and put in corner time. Imagine her shock when the School Office Manager walks in with a delivery. It would not be too bad, but….she knows her mother, and they do not get on. She will delight in telling her Mummy over the garden fence. Last time Mummy spanked Kate in the back yard, with a hairbrush. Everyone living close could hear. She said if it happens again it will be at the front garden gate!

Let’s revel in the sight of a naughty girl in corner time, having to suffer the indignity of a visitor seeing her red freshly spanked bare bottom!

This is the end of this incident at Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls.

Asa

Photo Set / (Story) – 549 ~ Part 6 of Set 510

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Photo Set 510 – Boarding School Punishments ~ Samantha – Part 1

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Once a naughty girl, always a naughty girl, or so it seems. Remember the innocent young lady at the start of the story? Well, she is back again. Her naughtiness gets worse, she has insulted the Vicar who comes to help with our R.I.Classes.

Here she is trying once again to influence me with a sad sorry face and ridiculous excuses. No more! I have seen and heard enough!

It is no good looking sorry for yourself, you are a very naughty girl, put your hockey stick and briefcase down, and pull out the flogging stool. It is another spanking for you young lady, and a damn good one it will be to!

Not there you stupid girl! Over there! That is the stool you are pulling out!

She is nervous and not thinking straight, and repositions them. Then goes to the stool.

Bend over it, make sure you head is not pushed against the wall. Your head will remain where it is, throughout!

I move over to her, noticing the glimpse of stocking tops as I do, and lift her green gym slip high.

Perfect, the light touch of her hair against the wainscotting will be enough to remind her not to move. The light catches her navy blue school knickers in a delightful way, showing the curves of her bottom, soon to be spanked, quite perfectly. I stand and lightly pat my palm with the junior tawse. ‘You are getting six with the junior tawse…on each cheek!’… I see her flinch. Knowing amongst the girls as the strap it is quite an implement. Very supple, enabling it to wrap around the buttocks…

Note from Samantha…

My bottom survived, don’t worry about us, Mr.Jones is very sweet and always knows when to stop, although he does squeeze an extra one in quite often!

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Asa

Photo Set 548 ~ Part 5 of photo set/story 521

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Bottle Green Knickers, white vest, grey socks, and plimsols! ~ Photo Set 521

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Miss Honeyworth stifled a moan, Charlotte did not notice I am pleased to say, but I am sure Miss Honeyworth did notice me look at her, as she shuddered slightly, glanced at me and blushed profusely.

I would leave that matter for later.

We both watched Charlotte climb up on to the flogging horse. My attention and I am sure too, Miss Honeyworth’s, was drawn to a glimpse of Charlotte’s pussy as she pushed up.

We then both continued to watch her settle into the flogging position.

She shuffled back so her bottom was protruding over the edge, ripe and ready for punishment.

We let her settle down and ‘gather her nerves’ in readiness.

She was trembling, even though she had been punished many times before, this anxious moment, just before the start, would unsettled anyone. I reached over for the size fifteen plimsoll to pass to Miss Honeyworth, stood by her side. I glanced at Charlotte’s position as I did so.

I passed it to Miss Honeyworth, and noticed she was trembling too. With excitement.

more to come…

Asa

Charlotte and Samantha Wander around their House, Spanking! – Part 12

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Samantha and Charlotte wander around their house ~ No-3 (in black and white

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Now it was Charlotte’s turn to spank Samantha. The whole house felt infused with the smell, the sound, and sights of spanking.

Samantha bent over the high arm of her luxurious sofa, the material was almost as smooth as her skin.

Almost immediately she began to thrust slowly, pressing her mound into the soft padded arm top.

“Oh my, someone is ready!!! After I spank you, let’s go over to the window seat and bring each other off. I feel the same as you, even my thighs are wet!” Said Charlotte.

“Oh God, spank me soon, I am even more in need now you have said that!”

So Charlotte did, taking plenty of time to caress her friends cheeks and delicate creases.

After a few smacks, Charlotte stopped and commented, “I love to watch you pumping your bottom up and down and grinding your clit into the sofa, keep doing if as watch.”

The sofa creaked faster and faster.

Charlotte sighed more and more.

She watched it, entranced by the creaking erotic sounds. Stroking her bottom and upper thighs.

Then she gave Samantha the type of spanking she loves, lots of smacks, quickly.

“Ooooh, I think we had better get over to the window seat quick!” Samantha begged.

And they did, and you will see them there in the next part…

More to come

Asa