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Teacher Disciplines Six Naughty Schoolgirls in a BDSM Themed Classroom Spanking Adventure PART THREE: SAFETY IN NUMBERS? I woke up the following morning with the sun streaming through the curtains and couldn’t at first remember where I was; and then it all came flooding back but even then I had difficulty in convincing myself that it had not all been something I had imagined or dreamed. But the inescapable fact was that I was where I was and had a sore bottom and a slightly sore cock! Shortly afterwards, Aunty came in, respectably dressed in a bath robe, and put a cup of tea and a plate of hot buttered toast on the bedside cabinet. On her way out of the room, she looked over her shoulder and said that she and Heidi would be in the school room in an hour and would be pleased to see me down there. I drank my tea and ate the toast and went into the en-suite and had a long refreshing shower before dressing and making my way downstairs with a certain amount of anticipation about what I might find down there. I certainly didn’t expect to see what was waiting for me. As I approached the room I seemed to hear a buzz of conversation coming from it , which died down as I opened the door. …and then things took a turn
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Teacher Disciplines Six Naughty Schoolgirls in a BDSM Themed Classroom Spanking Adventure
PART THREE: SAFETY IN NUMBERS?
I woke up the following morning with the sun streaming through the curtains and couldn’t at first remember where I was; and then it all came flooding back but even then I had difficulty in convincing myself that it had not all been something I had imagined or dreamed. But the inescapable fact was that I was where I was and had a sore bottom and a slightly sore cock!
Shortly afterwards, Aunty came in, respectably dressed in a bath robe, and put a cup of tea and a plate of hot buttered toast on the bedside cabinet. On her way out of the room, she looked over her shoulder and said that she and Heidi would be in the school room in an hour and would be pleased to see me down there. I drank my tea and ate the toast and went into the en-suite and had a long refreshing shower before dressing and making my way downstairs with a certain amount of anticipation about what I might find down there.
I certainly didn’t expect to see what was waiting for me. As I approached the room I seemed to hear a buzz of conversation coming from it , which died down as I opened the door. All the desks but one were occupied by ladies in the same age group as Jilly and Heidi and all of them including Jilly and Heidi were wearing white tops with a two tone green striped tie, a short dark green pleated skirt and barely black nylons.
With the feeling that this was ‘unreal’ I walked to the front of the ‘class’ and faced them.
‘Good Morning’ I said feeling that this was appropriate.
‘Good Morning Sir’ they chorused back cheerfully.
I asked all six of them to write down their names in a notebook I found in ‘my’ desk and handed to Jilly, sitting next to Heidi on the front row and so within a short time found that I had in addition to Jilly and Heidi, Dot, Debbie, Alice and Jackie, in front of me.
From where I stood I could see six pairs of slightly parted thighs in front of me. As this was a ‘school’ set up not an office, there were no ‘modesty boards’ on the desk fronts and as I took in the view, wondering how to move things forward, Jilly opened her thighs revealing that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, not tights and that she had put on a pair of white knickers that morning. As my gaze became fixed on this sight, memories of yesterday started to come flooding back so that one of the ‘new girls’, Dot , chirped up,
‘Ooooooh, I think Sir’s got a hard on!’
‘Oh so he has’ said Debbie gleefully, ‘you’ve got a stiff willy Sir.... what were you thinking about?’ and then momentarily opening her legs wide to show hold ups and black knickers, ‘will this make it any stiffer.... Sir?’
I knew I had to gain some sort of control if this situation was going the way it was obviously intended to and so I ordered both of them up to the front of the class and told them I was going to discipline them. They both looked excited at the prospect. Dot raised her hand as I went over to the cupboard and stood by the open door looking at the selection of implements and devices for my use’.
‘It’s a bit late for questions young lady’ I told her, ‘What do want to say?’
‘I just wanted to ask, Sir’ she replied, ‘Is this to be a punishment beating or is going to lead to something else?’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I asked
‘Well Sir, Jilly and Heidi were telling us what happened yesterday and Debbie and I wondered what we could expect!’
The rest of the class tittered at this, so I told them that this was a punishment for bad behaviour but that I would show them what the difference was between the two ‘scenes’ if that would be of any use.’ The whole class said, they’d love to be shown and so I agreed to it. My erection was now incapable of concealment and I knew, I’d need some sort of relief pretty damn quick!
I reached into the cupboard and selected a crook handled cane of medium weight and length and told Dot she was to be first and that she was going to get six strokes. I told her to raise her skirt and bend over. She started to pull her white cotton knickers down but I stopped her saying that this was a schoolgirl disciplinary caning and was to be given over her knickers. I wanted to give the idea (not very successfully from my own reaction, I’m sorry to say) that there was nothing sexual about it.
Dot was quite a large woman and the knickers stretched tightly over her rump and became slightly transparent so that the cleft between her buttocks was quite visible. She was also wearing suspenders and stockings. I stood behind her and took careful aim at the centre of her bottom and then raised the cane and brought it down with a loud ‘THWACCCK’. She took the first three without flinching but then started to weave about and tentatively to reach behind to rub herself. As sternly as I could, I told her to stay still and keep her hands on her legs. She froze in position until the sixth stroke landed and I gave her permission to stand up when she felt ready and go back to her desk and sit down.
I called Debbie forward and told her to extend her right hand. This took her by surprise and very reluctantly she obeyed. I gave her three strokes across the right palm and three on her left. She yelped at each one and then sat down with her hands clasped tightly under her armpits.
I told the class I would now continue this baptism of fire and show them ‘the other sort of punishment’ which would be much more common in this classroom, (they would be pleased to hear) and called Jackie and Alice who somewhat mysteriously told me that she was usually called ‘Licky’ by those she knew in an intimate way, to the front. I went back to the cupboard, hung up the recently used cane and selected a leather soled carpet slipper which was on one of the shelves.
Pulling a chair forward, I sat down and told Jackie to get over my knee. When she was in position, I pulled up her skirt revealing that she wore dark blue high leg knickers and barely black sheer stockings held up by a black lacy suspender belt. I pulled her waistband upwards stretching her underwear tightly over her bottom and slapped her hard twice on each cheek,
‘What am I being spanked for Sir?’ she asked
‘You are being spanked because I want to spank you and you must have done something to deserve it...... when were you last spanked?’
‘Some time ago’
‘Well there you are.... you must be overdue for another one!’
‘It’s not the only thing that hasn’t happened for some time, Sir’ she replied as the rest of the class sniggered.
‘I don’t know what you can be referring to’ was my rather inadequate reply, as I gave her four more spanks on each cheek followed by three on each bare thigh top in rapid succession, finishing by stroking the target area gently, and then fondling her bottom through her knickers. At this she started to squirm about on my lap and I knew she could feel my erect cock against her thigh so I pulled her knickers down to mid thigh to take away one layer of clothing between it and her! That bottom and upper thighs had now turned a much darker pink than the rest of her and after I had given her another dozen, her thighs had opened as far as her tightly stretched knickers would allow.
Taking advantage of this situation, and what ‘schoolmaster ‘in the same circumstances would resist, I ran my hand between her buttocks and thighs until I felt her fanny hair, sticky with her excitement, between my probing fingers. Moving further down I could feel her fanny lips parting under her bush to give my fingers access to that dark, swollen, wet, cavern beyond, aching for the intrusion of something more substantial than fingers.
But this wasn’t the time, so I pulled my hand away, obviously much to her disappointment, and pulling her knickers down to her ankles and off, reached for the slipper.
As she realised what was about to happen, she arched her bottom up from my lap, giving my squashed cock some relief and also giving me a better target. With a loud and satisfying (to me at least) WACKKKK sound as leather impacted on female flesh, causing it to flatten and then ripple, I heard an intake of breath not only from the victim herself but from all the other observers in the room. Two more swiftly followed, after which I paused to fondle that which I had just spanked and felt moisture on my thigh which wasn’t coming from me.
After a pause of some thirty seconds during which time her bottom deepened in colour, I gave her another leisurely six and then paused once more to allow the spanks to take effect. I detected a movement around me and looking up saw that most if not all of ‘the class’ had their skirts up and their hands in their knickers. I thought this rather mean in that it was only me that couldn’t begin to get some sexual relief from the situation. Even Jackie had found time to touch herself but realising my dilemma, she moved her hand from her own private area to mine and gave me a little squeeze through my trousers.
It was at this point that Alice came forward and showed me why her nickname was ‘Licky’. She knelt on the floor in front of me and with Jackie still draped over my lap, reached under her and undid my fly zip and as my erect cock sprang out, took it in her mouth and ran her tongue over the swollen purple head, pausing only to flick her tongue tip into the eye causing me to clench my buttocks which nearly threw Jackie onto the floor.
At this point, the door at THE END
I woke up the following morning with the sun streaming through the curtains and couldn’t at first remember where I was; and then it all came flooding back but even then I had difficulty in convincing myself that it had not all been something I had imagined or dreamed. But the inescapable fact was that I was where I was and had a sore bottom and a slightly sore cock!
Shortly afterwards, Aunty came in, respectably dressed in a bath robe, and put a cup of tea and a plate of hot buttered toast on the bedside cabinet. On her way out of the room, she looked over her shoulder and said that she and Heidi would be in the school room in an hour and would be pleased to see me down there. I drank my tea and ate the toast and went into the en-suite and had a long refreshing shower before dressing and making my way downstairs with a certain amount of anticipation about what I might find down there.
I certainly didn’t expect to see what was waiting for me. As I approached the room I seemed to hear a buzz of conversation coming from it , which died down as I opened the door. All the desks but one were occupied by ladies in the same age group as Jilly and Heidi and all of them including Jilly and Heidi were wearing white tops with a two tone green striped tie, a short dark green pleated skirt and barely black nylons.
With the feeling that this was ‘unreal’ I walked to the front of the ‘class’ and faced them.
‘Good Morning’ I said feeling that this was appropriate.
‘Good Morning Sir’ they chorused back cheerfully.
I asked all six of them to write down their names in a notebook I found in ‘my’ desk and handed to Jilly, sitting next to Heidi on the front row and so within a short time found that I had in addition to Jilly and Heidi, Dot, Debbie, Alice and Jackie, in front of me.
From where I stood I could see six pairs of slightly parted thighs in front of me. As this was a ‘school’ set up not an office, there were no ‘modesty boards’ on the desk fronts and as I took in the view, wondering how to move things forward, Jilly opened her thighs revealing that she was wearing stockings and suspenders, not tights and that she had put on a pair of white knickers that morning. As my gaze became fixed on this sight, memories of yesterday started to come flooding back so that one of the ‘new girls’, Dot , chirped up,
‘Ooooooh, I think Sir’s got a hard on!’
‘Oh so he has’ said Debbie gleefully, ‘you’ve got a stiff willy Sir.... what were you thinking about?’ and then momentarily opening her legs wide to show hold ups and black knickers, ‘will this make it any stiffer.... Sir?’
I knew I had to gain some sort of control if this situation was going the way it was obviously intended to and so I ordered both of them up to the front of the class and told them I was going to discipline them. They both looked excited at the prospect. Dot raised her hand as I went over to the cupboard and stood by the open door looking at the selection of implements and devices for my use’.
‘It’s a bit late for questions young lady’ I told her, ‘What do want to say?’
‘I just wanted to ask, Sir’ she replied, ‘Is this to be a punishment beating or is going to lead to something else?’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I asked
‘Well Sir, Jilly and Heidi were telling us what happened yesterday and Debbie and I wondered what we could expect!’
The rest of the class tittered at this, so I told them that this was a punishment for bad behaviour but that I would show them what the difference was between the two ‘scenes’ if that would be of any use.’ The whole class said, they’d love to be shown and so I agreed to it. My erection was now incapable of concealment and I knew, I’d need some sort of relief pretty damn quick!
I reached into the cupboard and selected a crook handled cane of medium weight and length and told Dot she was to be first and that she was going to get six strokes. I told her to raise her skirt and bend over. She started to pull her white cotton knickers down but I stopped her saying that this was a schoolgirl disciplinary caning and was to be given over her knickers. I wanted to give the idea (not very successfully from my own reaction, I’m sorry to say) that there was nothing sexual about it.
Dot was quite a large woman and the knickers stretched tightly over her rump and became slightly transparent so that the cleft between her buttocks was quite visible. She was also wearing suspenders and stockings. I stood behind her and took careful aim at the centre of her bottom and then raised the cane and brought it down with a loud ‘THWACCCK’. She took the first three without flinching but then started to weave about and tentatively to reach behind to rub herself. As sternly as I could, I told her to stay still and keep her hands on her legs. She froze in position until the sixth stroke landed and I gave her permission to stand up when she felt ready and go back to her desk and sit down.
I called Debbie forward and told her to extend her right hand. This took her by surprise and very reluctantly she obeyed. I gave her three strokes across the right palm and three on her left. She yelped at each one and then sat down with her hands clasped tightly under her armpits.
I told the class I would now continue this baptism of fire and show them ‘the other sort of punishment’ which would be much more common in this classroom, (they would be pleased to hear) and called Jackie and Alice who somewhat mysteriously told me that she was usually called ‘Licky’ by those she knew in an intimate way, to the front. I went back to the cupboard, hung up the recently used cane and selected a leather soled carpet slipper which was on one of the shelves.
Pulling a chair forward, I sat down and told Jackie to get over my knee. When she was in position, I pulled up her skirt revealing that she wore dark blue high leg knickers and barely black sheer stockings held up by a black lacy suspender belt. I pulled her waistband upwards stretching her underwear tightly over her bottom and slapped her hard twice on each cheek,
‘What am I being spanked for Sir?’ she asked
‘You are being spanked because I want to spank you and you must have done something to deserve it...... when were you last spanked?’
‘Some time ago’
‘Well there you are.... you must be overdue for another one!’
‘It’s not the only thing that hasn’t happened for some time, Sir’ she replied as the rest of the class sniggered.
‘I don’t know what you can be referring to’ was my rather inadequate reply, as I gave her four more spanks on each cheek followed by three on each bare thigh top in rapid succession, finishing by stroking the target area gently, and then fondling her bottom through her knickers. At this she started to squirm about on my lap and I knew she could feel my erect cock against her thigh so I pulled her knickers down to mid thigh to take away one layer of clothing between it and her! That bottom and upper thighs had now turned a much darker pink than the rest of her and after I had given her another dozen, her thighs had opened as far as her tightly stretched knickers would allow.
Taking advantage of this situation, and what ‘schoolmaster ‘in the same circumstances would resist, I ran my hand between her buttocks and thighs until I felt her fanny hair, sticky with her excitement, between my probing fingers. Moving further down I could feel her fanny lips parting under her bush to give my fingers access to that dark, swollen, wet, cavern beyond, aching for the intrusion of something more substantial than fingers.
But this wasn’t the time, so I pulled my hand away, obviously much to her disappointment, and pulling her knickers down to her ankles and off, reached for the slipper.
As she realised what was about to happen, she arched her bottom up from my lap, giving my squashed cock some relief and also giving me a better target. With a loud and satisfying (to me at least) WACKKKK sound as leather impacted on female flesh, causing it to flatten and then ripple, I heard an intake of breath not only from the victim herself but from all the other observers in the room. Two more swiftly followed, after which I paused to fondle that which I had just spanked and felt moisture on my thigh which wasn’t coming from me.
After a pause of some thirty seconds during which time her bottom deepened in colour, I gave her another leisurely six and then paused once more to allow the spanks to take effect. I detected a movement around me and looking up saw that most if not all of ‘the class’ had their skirts up and their hands in their knickers. I thought this rather mean in that it was only me that couldn’t begin to get some sexual relief from the situation. Even Jackie had found time to touch herself but realising my dilemma, she moved her hand from her own private area to mine and gave me a little squeeze through my trousers.
It was at this point that Alice came forward and showed me why her nickname was ‘Licky’. She knelt on the floor in front of me and with Jackie still draped over my lap, reached under her and undid my fly zip and as my erect cock sprang out, took it in her mouth and ran her tongue over the swollen purple head, pausing only to flick her tongue tip into the eye causing me to clench my buttocks which nearly threw Jackie onto the floor.
At this point, the door at THE END
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