SPANKOHOLIC

Before I go for my spanking here is my favourite spanking story

Before I go for my spanking here is my favourite spanking story

The girl obeyed instantly. There was a forlorn look on her face with unshed tears glistening in her eyes

Bowman, Granger and Calder were absolutely delighted. They thought it was great that someone not in the hated detention class should be treated like this! The track- suited mistress moved around to the other side of the girl. Again she worked out the correct positioning and raised the menacing length of rattan high above the shoulder.

Wham! SMACK!!,

“Aah --OooW!!!”

Paula’s fingers naturally folded after delivery of the first stinger to her left hand. Quickly though she straightened them again. She was sure that ‘Miss’ would use any excuse to give her an extra stroke. Again the cane was raised. Again it sliced onto the tall blonde eighteen year old’s hand with a louder Crack that brought forth an

“OOOooucch”

The other three were silent now. ‘Miss’ had glared at them earlier in a very meaningful way - a way that ment they would be receiving similar treatment if their sniggering continued. Paula’s hand had lowered a little, Miss Wainwright now raised it as she prepared for what the girl hoped would be the final stroke.

WHISH. WHAPP!!

“Yyeeoou!!!” The fact that ‘Miss’ had put more effort into that last was borne out by the fact that poor Jones immediately tucked her freshly punished palm under her right armpit for some comfort . A tear ran down each cheek. She had never expected anything like this on her very last day at Bleak House. “May I go now, Miss, please?” She asked politely, yet confident of her dismissal! The reply was shattering.

“No you may not! You were very keen to come down here in the first place, so I assume you are only too eager to ‘enjoy’ this Detention Class in the form of Punishment P.T.”

“n . . NO, Miss.” Stammered Paula. “I opted for a caning because y . . . . “

“Because you thought you would get let off the Detention Class.” insisted the woman. “Granted you offered to take a caning from me but, I don’t remember saying it was an alternative to Punishment P.T.”

The girl’s face dropped, the teacher turned to the other three girls, now all dutifully standing to attention.

“Did I say anything of the sort?”

“No Miss.” Was the immediate chorused reply.

“Well girls the good news is you are to have some company this morning, Jones will not be leaving quite as early as she expected, I wonder if her Aunt would like to watch you four in detention.”

“B. . but Miss.” began Paula Jones.

“But nothing!” Rapped Miss Wainwright. “Now run along and change to the required . . .”

Crying openly Paula had gone before the woman could finish the sentence.

The teacher addressed the remaining trio: “We don’t want you three standing around do we? . . . . . .Let me see you do gym exercise 3B.”

The girls performed as required until Jones turned up in a Punishment P.T. Kit, that she had had to borrow back from matron, and having to tell why, was both humiliating and embarrassing. Though she never had to wear it before it fitted her well and certainly brought her down a peg or two.

With Paula Jones finally in place on the line ‘Miss’ blew her whistle which was on a red ribbon around her neck. There followed a series of basic obedience exercises. The luckless four stood with their hands on their heads running on the spot turning in rotation and the like. A skipping rope was produced next. The deep sighs from four pairs of lungs indicated what the detainees thought of skipping. They hated being given these type of tasks afterall, their age range was eighteen to twenty years old. But fancy having to skip at their ages, and how would they feel if Paula’s Aunt came to watch?

Stephanie Bowman, the smallest of the quartet was the latest to take up the rope. Being quite a good dancer she swiftly turned the rope soon reaching the speed demanded by the lady in charge.

The pretty blonde girl felt embarrassed when some passers by stopped a distance away. Fortunately, she realised they hadn’t moved closer to investigate, soon going on their way. The detention continued with the girls in a line, the dark haired Helen Calder being the first.

“What are you here for Calder?” Asked the mistress looking Helen straight in the eyes.

“Talking in lines as at the end of assembly to my partner as we walked out, Miss”

“After this detention I am sure assembly will be a much quieter place in the future.”

Helen did not reply.

The exercise that followed involved passing a ball back and forth over the girls heads to the next in line. This always involved the frequent use of the cane as the ever increasing demands of this lady teacher to speed things up, caused the ball time after time to be dropped.

Bowman was the first to feel the sting of Miss Wainwrights well used cane - on her rather shapely bottom. It was so embarrassing for her to be the first that had to bend over and touch her toes, presenting an unmissable target for that cane. The red material of the loose fitting P.T. shorts was stretched across the eighteen year olds lovely backside, so that every contour was very well defined.

WHAPP!

“Yeoow!!!”

Stephanie raised her head as she failed to maintain her touching toes stance jerking her head backwards. Her bum cheeks had tightened under the first impact and they swung from side to side in the girl’s efforts to shake off the effects of the sudden sting of the R.I. Mistress's rod!

The blonde eighteen year old girl expected more than the single stroke . . . . . . . . . . . . and she was right. Before her buttocks were stilled Miss Wainwright had the cane up in the air again, ready to administer the next stroke.

“Keep still.” Bowman was told.