The Spanked Female - Book Two

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The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!” Directly after it is finished I cover up the part exposed, unfasten the girl, and, finding her probably much subdued, help to resolutions of amendment. If this birching has been judiciously and conscientiously administered, the girl will bear against the operation no resentment, but be ready to ‘kiss and be friends’. I see nothing here I can use to punish you,” he whispered. “My hands will not offer a severe enough punishment.”

Should I say something? Argh, what’s the point? I’m seeing him for the money—I don’t care what he thinks. Except in special cases. She’d even tried to have the class of spank re-formed. So girls could learn technique, if called. Larson,” a man named Chad Holmes called. “My good man, it has been too long. And who do we have here?”

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Obviously I was never going to take a blind bit of notice and myself and two friends were soon caught red-handed (or should that be cold handed?) by that sneaky deputy head who was spying on us. We were stood in front of his desk in his office when he decided to throw us a lifeline. He wouldn't cane us if we could each come up with a good reason not to throw snowballs. After a while, Kate called to the three of us: “OK, kids, time to head home let’s go!” Denise and I ran over to her promptly, but Kristie was having too much fun on the monkey bars and was not ready to leave. Her Mom told her a second time that it was time to go. Kristie replied in a sassy tone: “No, Mommy! I’m staying here!” Layla was home by nine—earlier than last week, though she was pleased because it meant she had a few hours to relax before she had to go to sleep. Pleased to meet you, Miss Farrow.” Chad smiled. “And exceedingly well done. I am envious of the Foster contracts—who’d imagine a deal would go from several thousand a month to several thousand a day. I wish I’d got that chance.” I will pay you of course. We are going to a fine dining restaurant. Do you have something appropriate to wear?”

Yes, sir,” she said. She stood and felt her face burning with shame as she removed the lower half of her clothing. Mr Larson indicated for her to lie over his knees, and she complied.

We then faced each other in some kind of bizarre mexican stand off as we weighed up our options. I knew I'd got something in my pants. He knew I'd got something in my pants. He knew that I knew that he knew that I'd got something in my pants. However, I was damned if I was going to admit it and he was going to have the devil of a time proving it. Time to leave them, until the next time…Mummy is downstairs, putting the slipper away, until next time. She knows this will not be the last time it will be used, it will probably have just been the first of many. Placing her face down on the table, I fasten the straps underneath it. Then I fasten the knees together, wrists the same, unless I anticipate a struggle— then I use anklets and wristlets, and fasten her limbs to the legs of the table. Unfastening the dressing-gown, her bottom is found at the right angle for punishing. Layla beamed and resisted the urge to gloat at Mr Larson. “You are too kind,” she said. “But you wear the dress beautifully yourself.” Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles.

I remember the deputy head coming into the staffroom and rubbing his hands together. "Well lads! Time for the final strapping ever. Who will it be?"She thought for a moment. She did not want him to hurt her, but she wanted to feel punished. She wanted to please him. “Ten strokes with the paddle, sir.” Layla beamed happily. She had been feeling self-conscious about her dress, but now, realising Mr Larson was simply a snob, she relaxed. Anyway, along with my belt, I wore one of my favorite pairs of belt whuppin’ sandals…a pair of dark brown, leather Rainbow thongs. Kind of hard to tell from the picture, but the color of them matches closely to the color of my belt. Then I talk seriously to her, show her the nature of the fault, and the need of punishment as a cure. Next I put on the waist band, after having told her that if she submits quietly no one needs to know; if she struggles I must call in help (girls generally prefer to be quiet). There is always a rather rowdy, ribald crowd, with plump bare bottomed lasses on their knees giggling. The majority are plump older women, with ‘their girl’. We go and sit, she is about to start a tale….not verse, not poetry, but something akin to Chaucer, and his Canterbury tales.