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Jollyrei

Angelus Mortis
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I don’t think that will be necessary Sister. I shall put this item on the agenda of our staff meeting tonight.
Nothing takes the eroticism out of things like a staff meeting, I find. :confused::rolleyes::doh:
Nice evocative artwork on the wall there as well. You'd think the young ladies would be able to keep up.
 

melissa

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Nothing takes the eroticism out of things like a staff meeting, I find. :confused::rolleyes::doh:
Nice evocative artwork on the wall there as well. You'd think the young ladies would be able to keep up.
What a pain up the backside staff meetings are. I have heard however that the staff of St Melanias have agreed Virginia Bottomley's proposal to hold special naked training sessions for the young ladies of the school in the Gymnasium. Apparently a rota for each class will be organised so every girl will gain very intimate knowledge of each of her classmates over the coming month. I await developments.
 

melissa

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The Seduction Of Molly Thompson
(All characters 19+ All models 18+)

Friday evening at St Melanias. Lessons over and Molly is in the shared kitchen having showered and changed into something more relaxing. A quick bite to eat and then

Geraldine: “Molly! Get changed back into your uniform. Miss Peacock has invited us over to her rooms for a little get together.”

Molly: “What! Why! She hates me. I’m always over her knee having me knickers pulled down.”

Geraldine: “That’s probably because she likes you!”

Molly: “Well I’d hate it then if she really disliked me! And how come she never spanks or canes you recently? And how come your all friendly with her recently and where do you sneak off to on a Friday evening?”

Geraldine: “Oh, she does give me a few extra lessons after school and advice, that kind of thing. Anyway we better not be late so hurry up and change back.”

Ten minutes later both girls were warmly welcomed by Miss Peacock who shared a very comfortable settee with them . Miss made sure Molly was next to her. After some snacks, a little wine and general conversation the subject was steered around to sex and how the girls of St Melanias are more liberated these days and how unfortunate it was that most male staff still saw themselves as God’s gift to women. It all sounded very reasonable even when Miss found an excuse to get Molly onto her knee.


She started by complimenting her on her looks and very trim figure and what gorgeous legs she had. A little more wine flowed and Molly became even more relaxed hardly noticing Miss Peacock’s wandering hands. And then...Molly was invited to join Miss Peacock’s elite harem. After all, as Miss pointed out, her room mate Geraldine was already a member and had recommended that Molly be invited so it couldn’t be a bad thing. Molly pondered this and suddenly noticed that Geraldine was now completely naked.

Miss: “Of course there’s always my cane in the drawer behind me. You could spend the night comforting a very sore bottom or share a nice cosy threesome in my bedroom.”

Geraldine: “Come on Molly, Miss is a real expert at giving French pussy sucks..you’ll love it Molly honest.”

Miss: “ Well I must admit that French sucking is my forte, with Polishing The Pearl also a favourite among my girls,”

Molly: “Would that be the cane that you used on me last week miss?”

Miss: “The very same one.”

Molly: “Er!! So which way is the bedroom Miss?”

Geraldine: “Great!! Please Miss can we start with a daisy chain? Then we could let Molly be Queen For The Day. I’ll look after her tits and you could give her pussy one of your French sucks,”

Miss: “Very well. Then we’ll find the sex dice and play whatever turns up.”
 
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poem21045

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The Seduction Of Molly Thompson

Friday evening at St Melanias. Lessons over and Molly is in the shared kitchen having showered and changed into something more relaxing. A quick bite to eat and then

Geraldine: “Molly! Get changed back into your uniform. Miss Peacock has invited us over to her rooms for a little get together.”

Molly: “What! Why! She hates me. I’m always over her knee having me knickers pulled down.”

Geraldine: “That’s probably because she likes you!”

Molly: “Well I’d hate it then if she really disliked me! And how come she never spanks or canes you recently? And how come your all friendly with her recently and where do you sneak off to on a Friday evening?”

Geraldine: “Oh, she does give me a few extra lessons after school and advice, that kind of thing. Anyway we better not be late so hurry up and change back.”

Ten minutes later both girls were warmly welcomed by Miss Peacock who shared a very comfortable settee with them . Miss made sure Molly was next to her. After some snacks, a little wine and general conversation the subject was steered around to sex and how the girls of St Melanias are more liberated these days and how unfortunate it was that most male staff still saw themselves as God’s gift to women. It all sounded very reasonable even when Miss found an excuse to get Molly onto her knee.


She started by complimenting her on her looks and very trim figure and what gorgeous legs she had. A little more wine flowed and Molly became even more relaxed hardly noticing Miss Peacock’s wandering hands. And then...Molly was invited to join Miss Peacock’s elite harem. After all, as Miss pointed out, her room mate Geraldine was already a member and had recommended that Molly be invited so it couldn’t be a bad thing. Molly pondered this and suddenly noticed that Geraldine was now completely naked.

Miss: “Of course there’s always my cane in the drawer behind me. You could spend the night comforting a very sore bottom or share a nice cosy threesome in my bedroom.”

Geraldine: “Come on Molly, Miss is a real expert at giving French pussy sucks..you’ll love it Molly honest.”

Miss: “ Well I must admit that French sucking is my forte, with Polishing The Pearl also a favourite among my girls,”

Molly: “Would that be the cane that you used on me last week miss?”

Miss: “The very same one.”

Molly: “Er!! So which way is the bedroom Miss?”

Geraldine: “Great!! Please Miss can we start with a daisy chain? Then we could let Molly be Queen For The Day. I’ll look after her tits and you could give her pussy one of your French sucks,”

Miss: “Very well. Then we’ll find the sex dice and play whatever turns up.”
Don't want to offend you, Melissa, but aren't the girls portrayed here a bit too young, CF-policy wise?
 

melissa

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Alla did a lot of work for nubiles.net and coedcherries..all legal and certified. Here's a screenshot from one of the shoots..she is all over the web. I think she was born on the Ukraine..she has that look about her.Screenshot_20201021-152005.png
 

melissa

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Caning By Candlelight
All characters 19+ All models 18+

Some staff at St Melanias were rather fussy about when and where to discipline students. Here Mr Strictland prefers a candle lit study with Ride of the Valkyries playing in the background. A large glass of finest single malt whisky to maintain his energy levels as he administers due punishment . As the tempo of Wagner picks up so does the frequency of the strokes and the cries of the girl. As Mr Strictland often says "If you can't take the pain then don't sin again."
 

Baron Von Sade

Governor
Caning By Candlelight
All characters 19+ All models 18+

Some staff at St Melanias were rather fussy about when and where to discipline students. Here Mr Strictland prefers a candle lit study with Ride of the Valkyries playing in the background. A large glass of finest single malt whisky to maintain his energy levels as he administers due punishment . As the tempo of Wagner picks up so does the frequency of the strokes and the cries of the girl. As Mr Strictland often says "If you can't take the pain then don't sin again."
A man of culture I see!
 

melissa

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Student Reception Part1
All Characters 19+ All Models 18+

Mr Williams was really one of the College’s handymen but he did enjoy the role of self appointed Student Reception Officer . New students would be guided to his bungalow which he shared with his wife. He was having a good day when Bridgette DeRose arrived. In a state of some confusion she soon found herself naked in the hands of Mr Williams.

Br: “Monsieur! What are you doing?”

W. “It’s College policy miss. I’m checking whether your pussy needs a shave or not then I would do the honors for you.”

Br.”But I am not needing to be shaved!”

W.”I can see that miss.”

Br.”And what is that girl doing in that bath tub?”

W.”Policy again miss. I have to make sure that all students are personally bathed by me before they are allowed into their dorms. Have you stayed in France miss? You have a strong accent.”

Br.”Stayed in France? I was born in Paris and have lived there for 26 years!”

W.”26 years! Crikey you are an old student aren’t you.”

Br.”But I am NOT a student Monsieur. I am the new French Assistant.”

W.”WHAT! Oh..Er..I thought you were a new student miss.”

Br.”And what further liberties were you going to take with my body may I ask?”

W.”Well after bathing you I would have dried you then given you a spanking to get you used to our discipline here.”

Br.”A spanking? Oh? Well I am not averse to older gentlemen putting me over their knee and giving me a hand spanking...but only if I have been naughty..but I have not been naughty Monsieur.”

W.”Well you might splash some water on the floor while I’m washing you.”

Br.”Ah yes, now that would be very naughty n’est ce pas? I would deserve to have one cheek spanked a time then both together.”

W.”I’m sure I can manage that miss. We do try to please our students whenever possible. .”
 

melissa

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Sara Caned (Hosted externally)
All Characters 19+ All models 18+

There is a knock at the door, and Miss Timmins promptly opens it. Sara Cartwright steps into the room. She is dressed in a white button-down blouse, a short plaid skirt, and black heels without socks. Her hair is all curls held in place by white ribbons. Sara nervously clutches her satchel, which she keeps slung over her shoulder.

"Come in, Sara. Close the door behind you."

Sara steps into the office and closes the door.

"Now, Sara, do you know why you're here?"

Sara trembles before answering.

"Because of my lateness, ma'am," Sara says.

"That's correct Is there something keeping you from getting to your classes on time?"

"Well ma'am, sometimes I feel like there isn't enough time between classes. I like to catch up with friends, and also have to make sure I have all my books for each class, and I sometimes run a bit behind," Sara says.

"Yes Sara, but it is your responsibility to get to class in time, regardless of your other commitments.”

"Yes, ma'am," Sara says.

"Now, you've been late to three classes this month, and I see this as an ongoing problem. To address this problem, you are going to be punished."

"Yes, ma'am," Sara says. Her heart pumps faster; she is getting scared.

"Now I've given you the strap before, correct?".

"Yes ma'am," Sara says. "It really hurt, and I learned my lesson."

"Well the strap may have hurt, but this time I feel you need something a little worse."

"Yes, Sara, this time, I'm giving you the cane,"

Sara is absolutely terrified. This is her first time getting the cane, and she is never going to forget it.

"Ye-e-es, ma'am," Sara says. She is too nervous to get the words out of her mouth.

"Good, now would you please retrieve the cane and place it on my desk?"

"Yes, ma'am," Sara says. Sara steps towards the back wall, and retrieves the sturdy wooden cane from its place next to other spanking implements.


The last time Sara was punished, she got the strap on top of her panties. She likely has no idea that this time, she is going to be caned on her bare bottom. It's time for her to find out.

"You may get undressed now. Miss intentionally did not specify whether she is to remove all of her clothing or just some of it. Miss simply waits to see how she reacts to the instruction. Sara places her satchel on the floor. She looks as though she is about to ask whether that includes her underwear. But she does not. Sara unbuttons her blouse and removes it. She places her blouse onto a nearby chair. Sara then unbuttons her skirt and lets it fall to her ankles.

She is not used to being seen in this state of undress. She is now wearing only her bra and panties, and her heels. She turns to face Miss Timmins, and now the question is coming.

But she is too nervous to ask. She doesn't want to risk looking foolish. But she doesn't want to be seen nude either. She finally eeks out the words.

"Everything?" Sara asks meekly.

"Everything," Miss says in no uncertain terms. Sara unhooks her bra fastener and places her bra onto the chair as well.


"You may lower your panties.”

Sara takes hold of her panties and pulls them down to her mid-thigh area. As she does, she catches a glimpse of Miss approaching her from behind, cane in hand. There is no mistaking the fear in her eyes.

The cane is placed against her buttocks, to let her get a feel of it first.

"You'll be getting twelve strokes, you'll count them off as we go. As always, we will begin after you politely request it."

Sara gulps.

"Miss Timmins?" Sara asks. "May I have my caning?"

"Yes, Miss replies and removes the cane for a second, and then gives her bottom a light tap. It's important to tease before a caning; it heightens their senses and helps builds on their dread. Sara jumps at the touch of the tap so Miss knows her method is effective.

She waits about ten seconds and then administers the first stroke.

WHACK!

Sara squeals.

"One, ma'am," Sara says. She follows directions well.

The cane is swung again.

WHACK!

Sara moans in agony. She knew a caning would hurt, but she wasn't expecting this.

"Two ma'am," Sara says. Her voice is weaker now. She will have much difficulty making it to twelve strokes. She hasn't let out any tears yet, but they are on their way. Every girl who has gotten the cane by Miss Timmins hand is reduced to tears by the sixth stroke. Sara seems particularly sensitive, so Miss expects her to break by the third or fourth.


WHACK!

"Owwwww!" Sara moans. Her breathing has become deeper; this may be it.

"Three, ma'am," Sara says, but no sniffles. She's managed to hold them back, but not for long.

WHACK!

Sara squeals.

"Four ma'am," and the sniffles are here. Sara sobs silently as her body trembles in pain.

WHACK!

"Five, ma'am," Sara says between tears. Her body shakes and her panties fall from her thighs all the way to her ankles. Miss takes note on where the cane marks are placed on her bottom, and makes a mental note to ensure she gets equal attention on every part. When caning a girl, Miss Timmins finds it preferable to begin on the buttocks and gradually move down to the thighs. She has learned through trial and error which areas on the buttocks are the most sensitive, and makes sure to cane the girls on most on those areas.

WHACK!

Sara shrieks, and takes half a step forward. It is quite difficult to maintain a standing position while bending over without support, so Miss place a chair in front of Sara for her to rest her hands.

"Six ma'am," Sara cries.

Halfway though the caning, so Miss gives Sara another "teasing tap" to test her sensitivity. She jumps at the softest touch of the cane, so Miss is pleased that she has instilled a sense of fear and respect for the cane. Miss holds the cane against her buttocks for several seconds before taking the next swing.

WHACK!

"Seven, ma'am," Sara cries. She grips the chair hard, trying to put the pain out of her mind. The cane swings again.

WHACK!

Sara emits a noise that does not sound like a number, Miss waits to hear it. She sobs for several seconds.

"Sara?"

"Ei-eight, ma'am," Sara says between breaths.

"That's what I thought I heard.” "But if I have to ask again, the stroke will be repeated, understand?"

Sara quickly nods her head.

"Yes, ma'am," Sara says. Miss examine the cane marks on her behind. Miss made sure to put several on the very lower part of her buttocks and some on her upper thighs, or her "sit spot." In this way, she has ensured that Sara will find sitting in any position comfortably for the next seven to ten days to be impossible.

With her buttocks thoroughly caned, Miss decides to place the last four cane strokes on the very sensitive inner thigh area. All girls absolutely hate this, so she finds it makes an impressionable finale for an effective caning experience.

"Now Sara, you're going to spread your legs apart for me, nice and wide.”

Sara sniffles for a second, and then steps out of her panties that have gathered around her shoes. She spreads her legs apart as asked.

"Wider. As wide as you can. There, that's a good girl."

Sara now has her legs almost at a ninety-degree angle, relying on the support of the chair to keep her standing. This will make it much easier to cane the very soft and sensitive inner thigh area just below her buttocks. Being caned in this area is absolutely excruciating, to the point that many girls punished in this manner often become uncooperative.

Sara takes solace in having been told that she is "a good girl," and that is precisely why she has been told so. Miss Timmins found that giving the girls a compliment often helps ease them into a sense of greater complacency, which is necessary when administering such a severe punishment as this. With the comfort of those words, Sara, out of fear of disappointing Miss, will make an extra effort to remain cooperative for these final four strokes against such a very sensitive part of her body. Miss has learned through years of experience that this is a very effective method of manipulating the girls into submitting to punishments far more severe than they might normally be able to tolerate. Sara does not realize it, but Miss has just manipulated her into lowering her emotional defenses. She has made herself vulnerable to immense pain, but all she is thinking about is how pleased she is that she has just won favor. Now, miss has ensured that Sara is both physically and emotionally ready to have her punishment carried out to completion


WHACK!

Sara's squeals have now graduated to full on wailing. It is possible she has never experienced this much discomfort in her life.

"Nine, ma'am!" Sara screams.

WHACK!

"Ten, ma'am!" Sara screams. Even through her anguish, Sara might be making the mistaken assumption that she should be happy she only has two more strokes remaining. However, even if Miss were to stop caning her now, her agony would continue to last for hours. The worst part of a caning is effectively not the caning itself, but the aftermath. Sara will find this out very soon to her great disappointment. Sara is caned again.

WHACK!

Sara sobs. She takes a breath. She sniffles.

"Eleven, ma'am!" Sara says, with almost no strength left in her voice. It is now time to administer Sara's final stroke. The cane is raised once more, and dispenses the final stroke against Sara's naked bottom.

WHACK!

Sara does nothing but cry. Perhaps it is the pain, or the relief of being finished, but she cries, and says nothing more.

"Sara?"

"Twelve, ma'am!" Sara says.

"I shouldn't have had to prompt you,"

"No, please!" Sara pleads, between her tears.

"Once, more," Miss swings the cane again. Harder, since I had to repeat it.

WHACK!

"Twelve, ma'am," Sara says again.

"That's better. What a shame, you failed to count on your last stroke."

Sara's beautiful bottom now features brutal red and blue cane marks across both cheeks, the back of her thighs, and on her inner thighs. The cane is replaced across the desk.

"Sara, you may stand now.”

Sara painfully pulls herself to her feet. She turns to face Miss Timmins, who can see her face is stained with tears. She will never forget this moment for the rest of her life.

"Now what do you say?.”

"Thank you," Sara says. "Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome. Now, before you dress, you may put the cane back in its place against the back wall."

Sara obediently takes the cane from the desk, and places it exactly where she was told. She walks slowly and uncomfortably, as she will for several days. Sara dresses herself, wincing in pain as she pulls her panties back up over her swollen behind.
 

melissa

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Breaking in of a Head Girl Part 1
(All characters and models 18+)

(Found this free story on the web by a bloke called Fleas63)

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Eric Crossley Hanfield glanced round his study and sniffed the smell of fresh furniture polish. The College had been empty during the summer recess but that was now almost over and the cleaners had been in and it seemed done a good job. Yes just a week to the start of the new autumn term and there was inevitably a lot to be done, much of it routine and boring — but not all. This morning he had the task of caning a girl.

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Eric Hanfield walked over to look out of the mullioned window. St Margaret’s Private College for 18+ Girls was situated on the edge of the town in an acre of mature ornamental trees and shrubs, many of which across the immaculate lawn were now resplendent in their autumn reds and golds. The College had been owned and founded by Eric’s father, Dr James Crossley Hanfield, who had bought the property and named his College for his mother, adding the “Saint” with his tongue in his cheek.

Dr James Hanfield was now retired leaving Eric as sole owner and headmaster. Wishing to be his own man he had made some changes, especially where it was necessary to conform with modern ideas and practice, but one tradition of his father’s which he had certainly not wished to change had been the old man’s custom of caning his Head Girl.


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Each year as a new Head Girl had been appointed he had caned her. A private but ceremonious caning before the start of term. It was to impress on the new incumbent the responsibility and discipline required of this most honored college appointment, Dr Hanfield had informed Eric when he had joined the staff as a new graduate from Oxford. But Eric had always taken this with a pinch of salt as the girls selected to be Head of College were always good-looking and usually a shapely 18-year-old. There was no doubt in his mind that his father had taken great pleasure in requiring them to take their knickers down and offer their bare bottoms for the cane. Especially as he came to realize that the ceremonious caning at the start of term was not the only caning the Head Girl received. The practice it seemed was usually repeated, again in private, throughout the year, for whatever excuses Eric’s father could find.


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When the canings had started of course, back in the ‘30s, caning of girls was reasonably common practice and did not raise an eyebrow. Now in the 1980s public acceptance was somewhat different, but the custom had nonetheless continued.

The reason for this was that the girl’s parents were informed and their permission obtained. Dr Hanfield had from the beginning robustly informed the prospective Head Girl’s parents of his intentions, and stated that if there was a problem in Clare or Elizabeth or whoever being caned then the school’s most prestigious honor would be given to a girl whose parents had more understanding of discipline at an elite girls College. He had never had any problems in those earlier perhaps more sensible days. But perhaps more surprisingly Eric, seeking to follow his father in this enlightened and most satisfying of traditions, had had no problems either.


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No, although he was always a little hesitant in the initial broaching of the matter as he was in some ways a shy man, Eric had experienced no problems. Usually a cosy cup of tea with the girl’s parents at her home and then, in as natural a voice as he could muster, introducing the subject. Trying not to sound either embarrassed or of course excited. Nice and calm. Suave. Grave. Head masterly in fact. Well he had done it for some years now so he had had some practice. It was always a bit nerve-racking, but it always in the event went alright. For one thing of course he would have got to know girls’ parents by the end of the first few weeks and so could gauge likely reactions. Yet in the event it was always alright. The parents once they realized what was being said were usually more embarrassed than he was. The mother frequently blushing. That was always nice, especially with a good-looking mother. With the thought in her head of course that she instead of her daughter could be getting it. Taking down her own knickers for his cane. (To be contd.)
 

melissa

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Breaking in of a Head Girl Part 2
(All characters and models 18+)

Pamela’s mother had blushed. Sylvia Maidment and mother of 18 year-old Pamela. Who was to be this year’s Head Girl and so, later this morning, in about half-an-hour now, would be the recipient of that office’s ceremonious induction. Pamela’s rather ripe bottom…
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Yes, Sylvia Maidment had blushed, and her husband Charles had pursed his lips as he took in this no doubt somewhat shocking information. It had been one afternoon after school towards the end of last term, when the new girl had to be chosen. Yes a shock coming right after the other surprise, though of course a much more pleasant one, as he announced that he thought Pamela would be ideal as next year’s Head Girl. Sylvia Maidment had blushed and nervously shifted her rather attractive legs. She was a very good-looking woman, a brunette like the delectable Pamela.

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H e had seen Sylvia Maidment again this summer, at the vicarage fete and, catching her alone had, with his eyes smiling, put the question: ‘Were you by any chance caned as a girl, Mrs Maidment?’ He had been rewarded with another blush as she vigorously shook her head. And he had said, ‘Well…’ And the thought had been there: well, it’s never too late…

But it was of course daughter Pam who was the focus

of his attention. Delectable Pam who would shortly be appearing up the college driveway in full uniform.


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Full uniform was generally not required for girls once they were over 18, except on special occasions. But what could be more special than this? And so it would be the navy sweater over the pale blue blouse and the pleated grey skirt. Blue-striped St Margaret’s tie and the matching band round the flat-brimmed straw hat, which the older girls generally hated to wear. Plus little-girl white knee-socks worn with black strap-over shoes which they certainly hated. Yes, delicious Pam would be wearing all that. And under it… plain neat white knickers tightly hugging the full cheeks of her bottom. Plain neat white knickers which of course would have to come down.

Eric moved away from the window. He had a definite tightness in the front of his smart trousers. Yes, he had an erection.

‘Mother, I think I’m going to be sick!’ wailed Pam Maidment. ‘I just can’t go through with this.’

‘Don’t be a silly. Of course you can. Just keep telling yourself it’s only a school tradition and of course no one else is going to know about it. And remember it does mean you are Head Girl. Now come on, you don’t want to be late.’

Mother and daughter were up in Pam’s room where she was forcing herself to get ready for this awful ordeal. Standing in front of her full-length mirror now in the uniform which she and her friends had thankfully abandoned a year ago when they entered the Sixth Form. Pam had grown a bit since then, her boobs especially were bigger and the blouse was very tight over them. Also under the grey skirt her hips and bottom were fuller. Her bottom… No she couldn’t do this!

‘Come on Pam! If you’re late — well, he might just do it harder!’
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Pam turned with a desperate moan from the mirror. Behind her Sylvia flipped up her daughter’s skirt to check her knickers. Mr Hanfield had stressed full uniform which included regulation knickers and he wouldn’t want to find she had thoughtlessly put on something perhaps more racy: those sexy black ones or the see-through pink. But it was alright, Pam had put a pair of the required white ones on.

I’ll go and start the car,’ she said. ‘Come right down. You mustn’t be late.’

Sylvia herself was feeling agitated. Anxious for poor Pam but also excited. There was the thought of getting it herself. If for instance Pam really was sick and had to cry off. And she would have to go and tell him. And perhaps say: well if you like you can do it to me instead? And Mr Hanfield with that eager look in his eyes would say, ‘Yes alright Mrs Maidment. Or shall we say Sylvia? Take your knickers down then. And lift your skirt up round your waist and bend over my desk.’

It was such a scary but exciting thought. Perhaps she should say to Pam, ‘Look if you really are feeling ill you’d better not go. I’ll go and explain to him.’ (To be contd)
 

melissa

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These pics look like they are from the old Janus spankings
That may well be the case. I don't think the author of the story ever said how he illustrated it. I found it on the web and adapted it slightly to fit with our rules. I downloaded it from a blog on Spanking Magazine Stories. The original pics in the blog did look old and low resolution.
 
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