Miss Watson watched as the girl, wincing as she did so, gently lowered herself onto the hardness of the chair, tenderly sitting forward to relieve the weight pressing down on her bottom. Miss Roberts' fingers invaded her waistband, humiliating her as her disciplinarian whisked her panties to her ankles. Her bare bottom on display, she felt her eighteen years slip away. This volume contains a selection of fictional schoolgirl spanking tales set in both British and American schools. Certainly, I think she must have known that I enjoyed being playfully spanked – it was so obvious really, once the cat was out of the bag, and I never tried to hide it.I can remember on more than a few occasions, Mum threatened to ‘turn me upside down’ if I wasn’t ready for school, or out of bed, or down for dinner. However none of these threats ever amounted to anything other than just that.

This is not the first time I have been caned for my bad behaviour. Because of this and the danger my actions caused, it will be on my bared bottom. Miss Roberts studied her reformed client. She'd thought Carly wise. Recent events had disappointed her. Caroline's Birthday by Mike London: Having been caught with boys and alcohol in her dorm, Caroline has her worst birthday ever after she and two friends are caned by the headmistress of their school. Carly's thighs tensed. Humiliating marks on her delicate skin were fair. Meeting Miss Roberts' eye, she said, "It's necessary. I'll bear your marks in dignified shame." As I explained in my previous attempt, as long as it was a bit of fun between us, I encouraged Mum any chance I could to turn me over her knee – I loved it. I pushed the boundaries with being cheeky – Mum threatened accordingly. It was fun – in fact, between the ages of 12 and 15 were my happiest childhood years. The period coincided with several fun spankings, and I felt this period also cemented an extra closeness in our relationship.He flipped open the file on the desk in front of him, studied it with a look of intense disapproval and, without looking up, said: “Twelve thousand and forty-two pounds and twenty-eight pence.” An Appointment with Miss Johnson by Louise Watson: Three sixth form girls change into gym shorts but it's not for a physical education class. Instead, they are made to bend over the vaulting horse in the centre of the gym for a painful session with Miss Johnson's slipper. You live at home," Anya said. "I'm guessing your parents saw your cane marks. You created your deceptive tale to cover yourself. Am I right?" Sarah’s face was the epitome of a naughty girl seeing her fate unfold, my cane hit hard and true on Charlotte’s bottom. Miss Parks,” the woman announced, as though she were uttering a death sentence rather than a name. Mr Haughtry sat behind his massive oak desk, his hands held up just below his chin, his fingers making a cat’s cradle.

Well, Marling, a caning is a serious punishment. You are here because you have persistently misbehaved over the last week. I shall now try to show you just how seriously we take your misbehaviour. The cane is supposed to hurt and I can assure you that it will hurt - a lot. On my actual birthday, Mum didn’t need to wake me – I was up early and excited. When I walked into the kitchen, still in my pyjamas, she greeted the birthday boy with a big hug and a soppy kiss. She showed me to my cards and gifts on the table. It was an unfortunate choice of word; something inside Sarah snapped. Dashing up to the van, she glared down at the irate motorist, “You’re going where?” Prefect's Punishment by Mike London: Helen, an 18-year-old prefect at a girls' school, offends the elderly school governor by pushing past her to get on the bus and then later insulting her. The enraged governor goes directly to the school's Headmistress demanding maximum punishment. Rightly or wrongly, Helen receives the caning of her life, her first ever, and loses her prefect status.Panting hard over the desk, Carly couldn't fathom her agony. The cane cut a fresh welt, sizzling her skin. She concentrated on her behavior. She wished she'd stood up to her mom. Sharp pain tenderized her flesh in explicit agreement. After everyone had gone past Mrs Seaton came marching up. She looked at both of us as if we were something rotten that the cat had dragged in and, without saying a word, went straight into her office. Lindsey made a face at me and we continued to stand outside in silence. Sarah groaned, she nearly stood up but thought better of it. Haughtry was an ugly, wiry, little man; he was about fifty but looked older, probably on account of his sternness. Sarah had never seen him smile. In spite of that, the first time she’d met him, he’d been quite friendly. She doubted very much he would be now. Our skirts were supposed to be knee length but, like countless schoolgirls before and after us we would always try to wear them as short as we could get away with (which at my school was not very much before you in trouble.) We also were in the habit of altering the skirt to make a tighter fit. This was our own downfall really as if you were to be caned the skirt was always tight in the target area.