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Now we've made School Reunion, our highly popular collection of spanking stories, available in three shorter compilations. From private nurses to female wrestlers, policewomen to shop assistants; behind closed doors in hospitals and schools, modest flats and spacious houses, women are being spanked. Arguing, protesting but ultimately acquiescing, wives and girlfriends, mothers-in-law and strangers are discovering the pain and pleasures of domestic discipline. Fortunately Laurel Aspen was close by to record the ...
Now we've made School Reunion, our highly popular collection of spanking stories, available in three shorter compilations. From private nurses to female wrestlers, policewomen to shop assistants; behind closed doors in hospitals and schools, modest flats and spacious houses, women are being spanked. Arguing, protesting but ultimately acquiescing, wives and girlfriends, mothers-in-law and strangers are discovering the pain and pleasures of domestic discipline. Fortunately Laurel Aspen was close by to record the results in another arousing selection of short spanking stories. Could similar scenes be happening next-door to you?
Penny stared blankly back at him, anxious and uneasy.
'In order to get a university place a GCSE pass in maths is a minimum requirement,' he went on. 'I not only taught you but also invigilated the exam, during which I saw you copying equations from a concealed scrap of paper. Of course I informed the headmaster.'
Penny's throat was dry, her voice almost gone. 'I wasn't really cheating,' she said lamely, 'I've already told you, it was just so hard—'
'The headmaster,' continued Mr Knight, 'was more concerned with exam results and league tables, so I was persuaded, reluctantly, to keep my counsel.'
'Then it's all in the past,' said Penny, with a sigh of relief.
'Not at all, young lady,' relied Knight. 'The old exam papers and invigilator's notes are kept for ten years. Brought to the attention of your employer, or the university, they might well cause you some embarrassment.'
'Or get my degree rescinded,' Penny said heavily.
'However,' Mr Knight added brightly, 'there is an upside to this dilemma. I have the honour of being appointed headmaster of the new school.'
'You?' said Penny, incredulously.
'Don't look so surprised, my credentials and performance were judged more than up to the task.'
'Sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful,' she replied quickly, eyes downcast, no longer the confident young professional but a wayward pupil brought to book.
'We thus have an ideal opportunity to resolve this disgraceful matter,' went on Mr Knight. 'In two days this building will be demolished, so who knows what might fortuitously go astray?' He raised an eyebrow, significantly.
Penny forced a desperate smile. 'Oh, I see.'
'I very much doubt it,' Knight responded sarcastically. 'But now you're appraised of the alternative, no doubt you'll cooperate.'
Penny was acutely aware of being in very deep trouble.
'I think some form of punishment is appropriate,' he continued. 'A short, sharp, retributory shock.'
'Punishment?' Penny gasped. 'But I'm not a pupil here.'
'I thought you were following my line of reasoning,' he said sharply. 'I still have the records.'
'But that's blackmail.'
'Rubbish,' he snorted. 'However, if you wish to be pigheaded...'
'No, no I don't,' said Penny, backtracking quickly. 'I suppose some sort of penance is no more than I deserve.'
'Excellent. We'll use the maths room, SC3, on the opposite side of the school... to avoid any inconvenient disturbance.'
'What sort of... punishment... had you in mind?' she asked cautiously, barely able to believe what was unfolding.
'I propose to cane you, Miss Harman,' he stated with stunning frankness.
'Cane me?' Penny was thunderstruck. 'But th-that's illegal,' she stammered.
'It's illegal for a teacher to strike a pupil,' Mr Knight replied reasonably. 'However, as you yourself so rightly pointed out, you are not a pupil here but an adult, entering into a voluntary arrangement.'
'I'm being coerced,' she replied miserably.
'You can prove such an accusation?' Knight retorted briskly. 'Five minutes, Miss Harman; I will expect you there in five minutes.' Then he departed, his dark gown swirling about him.
Inwardly shaking, Penny tried not to think of some of the old schoolgirl fiction she used to read. Caned, bent over, touching her toes; he wouldn't, surely, lift her skirt? She crimsoned at the very thought yet the tremor of fear was accompanied by another unexpected feeling of arousal. No one at school or home had ever laid a finger upon Penny it was true; but a boyfriend at university had once spanked her.
Only playfully of course, fired with the vigour of youth no sooner had they finished one energetic bout of sex than he was ready for another. Penny pretended to be demur, in truth she was as eager as he, but why not make him wait?
During the ensuing tussle she'd found herself pinned across his knee where, in spite of her struggles and the initial sting, Penny was soon aware of a warm tingle spreading through her loins. The impromptu spanking had made her most intimate parts melt with desire in a way nothing else had, before or since. Subsequently she'd been entered without preamble from behind, grasped by the hips, shafted to the hilt and propelled to a shattering orgasm. Penny several times tried to provoke a repeat performance. Unfortunately it was obviously no more than a passing whim on his part and she'd been out of luck.
This time, Penny's chastisement would be from the embodiment of authority, not a lover. With a sigh she slipped quietly out of the hall and down the corridor to meet her fate.
In the classroom little had changed, time had stood still amid the battered wooden furniture and institutional green walls that were dominated by a large blackboard. Mr Knight stood imposingly behind a desk at the front of the room, on it was a slender rattan wand that inextricably drew Penny's eyes. He followed her gaze.
'Discovered at the back of the store cupboard during the great pre-move clearout.' The new Head of Redbrook picked up the rod and swished it loudly through the air, making Penny wince.
'No doubt we'll soon draw a more lively response out of you,' he observed dryly.
'However,' he straightened, fixing Penny with a basilisk stare, 'we've other business to attend to first. Come to the front of the class girl.'
Penny did so, standing rigidly to attention as Knight walked slowly towards her.
'Your punishment will be in two instalments.'
This was worse than she'd feared.
'A dozen strokes of the cane for having the vulgarity to cheat, prior to which you'll be thoroughly spanked.'
This was far beyond what she'd imagined; the indignity and humiliation of an infantile spanking followed immediately by bending over for the cane.
'Twelve strokes?' Penny repeated in a small voice.
'Twelve,' Knight confirmed with unseemly relish, placing two straight-backed chairs side by side.
Transfixed, like a small mammal beguiled by a snake, Penny felt unable to move. Knight sat on the right hand chair and beckoned her to him. Eyes wide, moist lips slightly parted, she obeyed.
He reached up and caught her hand and in one smooth - might that be practiced - move, sharply pulling her down across his lap.
'The spanking first,' he said briskly, 'to ensure this insolent bottom is properly warmed up, ready for its encounter with the cane.'
Her toes just touching the floor, Penny's torso rested upon the second chair.
Knight lazily stroked the target area while Penny lay holding her breath, the silence eventually broken by her inadvertent cry as Knight raised his right hand and the spanking began.
Her first, mistaken, impression was that this was quite bearable; if one discounted the inelegant position and the complete surrender of power, that was. Knight's hard hand slapped rhythmically down, each impact amplified by her tight skirt. After twenty or so such swats Penny became painfully aware of a spreading warmth emanating from the centre of her behind, suffusing her with desire. She wriggled across his lap in response, her sex chafing against the solid muscles of his thighs.
By way of rebuke Knight pinned her slender waist firmly over his lap and brought an end to Penny's futile struggles. 'It hardly seems appropriate to complain now, Ms Harman,' he said sarcastically. Ignoring Penny's cry of protest, he grasped the hem of her skirt and quickly bunched it around her waist, feeling his loins stiffen in response to the view. Long legs and taut thighs, the sculptural perfection of her tanned lower limbs counter-pointed by girlish white ankle socks.
Expert fingertips brushed across her panty-clad mons, sending tremors of pleasure through her moistening sex. She wriggled rapturously at this unexpectedly gentle touch, sighing with pleasure as he continued his manipulations, slipping a finger beneath the gusset of her knickers to gauge the growing wetness they concealed.
Gasping and squirming, dishevelled and confused, she writhed on his lap. Her bottom burned fiercely, and had she asked he would cheerfully have confirmed it to be hot to the touch. The sopping void between her legs ached to be filled.
'Ooh, my poor bum is so sore,' Penny groaned. 'Enough, please.'
'I'll be the judge of that,' said Knight firmly, betrayed by a bulge in his trousers which Penny felt as she kicked her legs. 'Keep still!' he snapped angrily, forcing her hands into the small of her back and letting loose a sustained volley of slaps. Sharp bands of pain imprinted themselves the length of her thighs and calves, white handprints visible against the reddened skin. Penny shrieked, slumped across his knees, humiliated and sobbing loudly.
Knight seemed to sense that, temporarily at least, Penny had reached her limit. Firmly he tugged her knickers up into her overly sensitised cleft, increasing the pressure on her now liquid pussy. Pushing the thin strip of material aside he expertly probed her sticky labia with two fingers. She gasped at the wanton rudeness of the situation, held fast across the head teacher's lap, bum smacked to a livid crimson, her most private parts rudely opened for her stern tormentor's voyeuristic pleasure. Penny groaned in helpless delight as Knight began to tease her clitoris, sending waves of delight through her cunt.
'Oh no,' she whispered distractedly, 'you're going to make me come.'
'Copiously,' he replied confidently, one finger circling her pleasure spot, the other penetrating and plundering her velvet sheath, faster and faster. Simultaneously he resumed the spanking, and the combination of the two exquisitely conflicting sensations soon ensured that Penny came, her cheeks tear-streaked, her tie dishevelled and two blouse buttons having given up the struggle to contain her prominent breasts, now visible through the gaping material.
Penny stood shakily, knees together, skirt around her waist, petulant and pouting, the very embodiment of a properly punished schoolgirl. Futilely trying to massage away the smart of her burning bottom she looked pleadingly at Knight.
'If you think for a moment that cute, winsome look will get you let off anything further, then forget it,' he said. 'Follow me.'
'Where are we going?' Penny asked in a quavering voice.
'To the gymnasium,' he replied brusquely.
In the centre of the large echoing space stood a solitary piece of equipment: the horse, a bolster with adjustable wooden legs at each corner. Generations of pupils had bent over its leather-clad length for a punishment of last resort.
Knight waited patiently, the cane clasped behind his back. 'Knickers off and hand them to me,' he snapped.
Fumbling, clumsy, she complied, the heat of a maidenly blush on her face as she doffed the skimpy material.
'Sit astride the top, facing that end,' he instructed, pointing to the way he wanted her positioned.
Placing both hands onto the cool leather Penny eased easily up astride it, laying her torso forward along the top, legs hanging down each side.
With a snort of approval Knight stepped forward and pulled the tie from her collar, quickly employing it to bind her wrists. 'Don't want you struggling,' he said. From his pocket he produced her panties and pushed the damp scrap between her teeth. 'Don't want you screaming the place down, either,' he added. 'And believe me, by the time you've taken the first six strokes you'll be in fine voice.'
Leisurely he enjoyed the view, the position lewdly spreading her bottom cheeks to reveal her sex and her puckered anus, her knees gripping the flanks of her inanimate mount while her feet, lacking stirrups, hung freely. Gagged by her knickers she was unable to speak, and scared to move she hung on grimly, a cold shiver of dread coursing through her...
Posted March 9, 2013
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