Now then, before scrolling down these lovely photos of Samantha, get yourself relaxed, and if you are going to masturbate, get ready.
In this school, girls who have been very naughty get sent to sit with a class at least two years below them. Either to sit in shame, and maybe do some work, feeling silly as the younger ones giggle and point, knowing that at play times or lunch, ridicule will fly towards her. Or, if more serious, they read out an essay on why they deserve to be spanked, and then are spankedin public before them all. Finally to stand in the corner, hands on head etc etc
You are sat in your desk, and in comes Samantha. She is told to sit quietly and get some work out.
She pretends to be reading a text book for English. But in actual fact, it is a naughty novel.
She gets so engrossed in it, she does not see Mr Jones slowly walk around the class to stand behind her and read what she is reading. He walks back, and then, once more, deftly and slowly he walks towards her. You can sense what is going to happen.
“Miss Kenworthy! Would you like to read a sample of the book you are so interested in, out to the class. So they all know what interesting work awaits them in the sixth form?”
“Err, no Sir.”
“And why is that Miss Kenworthy? Please stand up and tell the class why!”
“But Sir, please…I…I…erm….it’s not school work it’s…..” She says squirmingly as she stands.
The whole class turns to look at her, her discomfort is magnifying by the second.
“Well girl?”
“It’s a naughty novel Sir.”
The whole class laughs.
“Silence!!! Sit up straight, and sit still. Face the front, and stop fidgeting!”
The class goes perfectly silent. The clock’s deep ticks seem louder than ever before. The water running through the large old cast iron heating pipes, being pumped from the boiler sounds louder. The pipes seem to creak and click more, also louder than usual.
After a minute, which felt like ten, Mr Jones speaks again.
“Out to the front of the class young lady!”
Samantha, resigned to her fate, her tummy in knots, her knees shaking tries to walk as bravely as she can. Trying to act as if she is not bothered, she goes to the front. Thirty three pairs of eyes following evey tormented step.
On reaching the front she hears the words she feared…
“Keep facing the projection screen you naughty girl.” Mr Jones says quite matter of factly. “And BEND OVER, with your hands, palms together, gripped tightly between your knees.”
This is my favourite bending over position, it forces the bottom out and up, whilst the girls pussy is forced on show, which adds humiliation.
She has no choice in the matter, any defiance would lead to a sound thrashing with the cane. She bends over.
“That’s it. And that is how you will place them after pulling your knickers down. YES, THIS IS TO BE ON YOUR BARE BOTTOM BEFORE THIS CLASS!”
I turn to face the class, nobody moves, all are facing her bottom, sat straight.
“Now, knickers down and then replace your hands.”
There she was, exposed to the class. “Hands between your knees all the time, bend your knees.”
She bent, her pussy pushed through, her lips full and soft. The air blowing gently by felt cool. It wasn’t, her engourged lips were wet, being exposed before thirty young scholars excited her. She could feel her wetness.
What a sight. It was as if you had the ability to zoom in, the image imprinted itself on your mind. And as you lay in bed that night, it came to you perfectly.
You will see her blushing red spanked bottom and often, in and around my site.
But for now, just sit and enjoy the glory of her arse!
